The Wrath of Neutro
LAST WEEK, ON THE ADVENTURES OF PERCIVAL PHOENIX: The situation had gone from bad to worse. The rescue team now knew what had become of their colleagues, true --
BUT AT WHAT PRICE?
Sakura has been kidnapped! Anwei and Zouichi are convinced they're villainous henchmen!
Lash thinks she's A MAD SCIENTIST*in the audience, a man bursts into flames ( Read more... )
BUT AT WHAT PRICE?
Sakura has been kidnapped! Anwei and Zouichi are convinced they're villainous henchmen!
Lash thinks she's A MAD SCIENTIST*in the audience, a man bursts into flames ( Read more... )
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She turned a little, letting the light shine just so off her headdress. "You thought? How novel, a tin toy with delusions of consciousness - and competence. I see that you are not rushing to challenge Percival Phoenix and his Earthling sidekicks. Perhaps you have forgotten your orders regarding them?"
Pitiful synthetic creature. Why the Lady kept him around was anyone's guess.
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"Ha! Empty words, forming equally empty insults! But like your ill-cast glamours, they do naught to conceal the toothless old counterfeit that lies beneath. Oh, how I long for the day when our Lady sees you for the sham you have always been!"
Revolting old seductress. He could only imagine why she kept eyeing the unrivaled perfection of his synthetic form.
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"How sad it must be to know that you are only a trinket plucked from a garbage heap, and soon to return there. I hope that the Lady keeps you - well, alive is not the word for you, is it?" A tittering laugh like the ice breaking under the hooves of a unicorn colt, sending it plunging into water filled with killer whales. "Animate, at least, so that your consistent failures can provide a contrast to my successes."
She considered him as no more than an array of mismatched components that would be best powered down, parted out and used for repairs to the Lady's more worthwhile equipment.
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In fact, Nuon was exceedingly vain. For a robot.
"And what, exactly, shall we count among your 'successes'? Your ability to titter like an inebriated schoolchild? Or perhaps your ability to turn tail and run from battle with even greater speed than those rouge-painted canine curs you call your forces of evil?"
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"Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™ is suprememly skilled in all she creates. I can only imagine that there was some reason for her to create such a flawed vassal as yourself. Your battle skills are unrefined, your tactics laughable, and your personal appearance is....unabashedly mediocre."
She sniffed, raising her nose as though some vaguely distasteful scent of oil and leather had offended her. "Who was at Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™'s side when she harnessed the Black Wave of Crinix and sent it to shatter the Empire of Pearl? Not you, Nuon! Who supported the Lady as she negotiated with the Noronic Horde and sent them slaughtering her enemies? I don't recall any overly-affected androids in attendance!"
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The one that hadn't broken.
Unfortunately, at that moment the heel snapped free from the rest of the shoe, and she was left holding the two different parts in her hands. Gasp! Quick, distract the minions!
"Have you ever tried walking a mile in each other's shoes? Or outfits, I guess."
She held the different parts of her own shoe behind her back. "I'm sure the gold and barely covering anything so you're basically always indecent look would work for you, Nuon, and the sharp military stiff-necked no fun part might give you that extra edge over Nuon once he's dressed down to basically nothing, Blood Queen!"
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"Besides, think you that the illustrious Blood Queen could bring even half the elegance and savoir faire to this uniform? Ha! That would take more sorcery than exists in all the universe! I'd not be surprised if that gaudy chestplate on her person were the only thing holding her together. Were it removed, I'm sure, she'd collapse in a musty pile of rotted linen and bad teeth."
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She stared at Nuon with a revolted air. To think that this thing of rubber and plastic and gears should be wrapped in the golden garments of Egypt, his flesh touched by the silks and gems of a Queen - no, this Daisy Duke was clearly a more perverse creature than they had judged her.
She looked again at the caged women, with a measured gaze. Perhaps that could be turned to the Lady's advantage.
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Smoothing down her yellow dress with -- oh. Uh. At least it was the shoe part. She chucked it out through the bars with a shrug.
"It was just a suggestion. Really, go back to debating which of you deserves the most time kissing your dear overlord's feet."
She waved a hand, turning her head away as if it was beneath her to look their way anymore...
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He paused. "You know, there's no reason for you to be locked up in there like some common animal. Why not bend your head to our Lady... and save yourself some time? Or do you prefer to wait..."
He motioned with one gauntleted hand, as if plucking an invisible set of feathers from the empty air. "Until we've pulled every last pinion from your dear Percival?"
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"Are you entirely certain that your Phoenix has not already flown? Perhaps he has finally realized that he is no match for the power and the glory of Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™, and left - and left you behind? A forgotten little chick, a bird alone in her cage." She pressed her palms to the bars, fingernails clicking like death-watch beetles. "Your only hope is to surrender your will to our Lady, and live."
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First, she pointed at Zuon. "You try, you just try! His feathers will burn you to the bone! Or the interior metal bits and wiring! I don't know, I never took Home Ec when I was in highschool!"
Possibly because she'd never been in highschool. "Then only heads that'll be bowing are yours, once Percival has arrived." She then pointed to the Blood Queen. "He will never leave evil free to do as it will, and he would never dare leave me behind without an appropriate musical interlude!"
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"And while we're talking about musical interludes..." He snapped his fingers. Suddenly, an appropropriately diabolical tune struck up from somewhere within the Evil Lair and then you had to reset the level five times while crying into your cereal
Nuon smiled, his expression almost languid as he listened. "Ah, that always puts me in the mood to grind my enemies into the dirt."
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A purpose that he could certainly be returned to, with the correct modifications. Although she could not imagine him creating any coffee that was not bitter, overly oily, and much too cold to the tongue.
Stepping back from the cage, she crossed her arms under her chest (there was no convenient way to cross them over it) and watched. If he actually dared injured a prisoner of the Lady without express permission, there would be hell to pay. And the Blood Queen would be more than happy to be delivering the paycheck; one with razor edges and acid ink.
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