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[wrong_lever]

[Yzma emerges through the tiny doorway looking a little aggravated for having to hike up her dress and crawl though. She grumbles about chafing her knees, a dusts herself off just in time to see a mounted button-eyed llama head on the opposite wall...that's right, proof that Kuzco's dead, dead, dead!]

Well! This is certainly a bit more like it!

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[holyandsexy]

"Mistress Yzma!" Other Yujinn came and knelt at her feet. "So pleased to have your radiance back home with us."

[wrong_lever]

Ah! Well! This is much much more like it! Yes! Excellent! Where's Kronk?

Excuse me while I vomit uncontrollably

[holyandsexy]

"I'm not certain your highness. Would you like me to fetch him, if I am not able to attend to your desires?" He kept his buttons facing the floor until she chose to allow him to rise.

/passes puke bucket

[wrong_lever]

"Well he should be here anyway! Now where were we...ah yes! Where is my wardrobe attendant?"

my muse is going to kill me

[blackestscales]

[On one knee, as one would hail a queen. Cept with button eyes, and all.]

Mistress Yzma, it is good to see you return.

[wrong_lever]

I must be dreaming...

[blackestscales]

What are your orders for this humble servant?

[wrong_lever]

Fetch me my theme song guy!

[cryopathic]

It's simply wonderful of you to grace us with your presence, milady Yzma. Care for a cocktail?

[ Despite the offer and Vexen's stiff, waiter-like pose, the tray perched on his fingertips is loading with fizzy pink cocktails in complicated glasses that don't look particularly palatable. With the glasses on his head and the lab coat on his skinny, subservient frame, he looks less like a scientist and more a lackey. ]

[wrong_lever]

Don't mind if I do.

[She purrs with a wide, pleased smile, snatching up a cocktail glass in her spidery fingers and perhaps brushing up against Vexen a bit purposefully as she passes.]

[cryopathic]

[ Horrifyingly, Other Vexen doesn't budge; in fact, he may even be smiling back.

Though the drink looks like one of Yzma's own potions, of course, it's just a fizzy cranberry-based cocktail of some description. ]

If you don't like it, I can easily concoct something else.

[wrong_lever]

Hmmmmm....

[She sips, and as she does, considers him up and down for a long moment...then shrugs.]

Eh! You may as well check the stocks and see what needs refilling.

[master_of_dudes]

[And here is Other Beast Boy, standing behind her.

Humming theme music. What.]

[wrong_lever]

I do get my own theme music!

...Lets put a bit more rumba in it, kid.