A dance as old as time – SS.

Doctor Wilhelm and his team get a raven from Lydia.  What could the Princess of Greed want with them?

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Much to Roxanne’s surprise, the creature actually responded to her ‘command’. The thing seemed to be satisfied to hear her talk and put up no sort of fuss about what she had requested of it. Just why was this creation so focused on her? Perhaps there was more to her than she even knew. Whatever the reasoning behind it was didn’t really matter. The fact it listened to her was what mattered, and she was sure The Doctor would be very pleased by this result. Once the ‘fight’ started between the giant and the Orc, she stood still in the middle of the room. Her body turned to watch the monster chase after the Orc in circles, which forced quite a pleased giggle to escape her. Eventually the little chase came to a bloody and violent end, resulting in the Orc losing his head to the creature. Interestingly enough, the giant stepped over to her and offered her the severed head as a sort of gift. She reached out and took the bloody and bruised head into one of her hands and then patted the creatures arm, looking up at it with a wonderful smile on her face. It was kind of cute…in a really weird and fucked up way.

Razorbackwriter:  Slowly, Igor opened the iron gate that had kept the creation along with the dead orc and Roxanne in the Demonstration room. The testing had proved what the Doctor suspected. The creature had a very strong liking for not just Roxanne’s perfect pair, but the woman herself. The mummy like nursey was a hit. The super solider would be effective against the chosen foe, but he would need to be ordered by Roxanne herself in how and who to fight. A minor detail really, but one that could be overcome with the right technology. Already the Doctor’s mind was working out ideas for how to stream Roxanne’s voice to the giant in the battle field. This would give her more responsibility, but he felt it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Igor was already loading up the head less body of the orc onto a trolley which would go back to the chop shop and be used again in the Doctor’s research.

Rising slowly, the Doctor offered Narcissa his hand when all of a sudden, a black raven entered the room and circled around the pair, before coming to land on one of the chairs the Doctor had been sitting on. Tied to his foot was an invitation. Tearing it off, the Doctor went to read it and then cocked his head to the right slightly. A masked ball? The further he read the bigger his smile would be. A personal invitation from the newly appointed Princess of Greed. How wonderful. Immediately…the Doctor had ideas. He glanced at Narcissa slyly and then asked.

“Care to be my date for a royal ball?” He asked the Frankenstein like creation, before shouting down to Roxanne. “Do you think your new love toy can dance?” The Doctor was going to get the creation to come with them to the ball, along with Roxanne as his partner. Igor…looked a bit sad by all this sudden excitement.

“What about me?” the hunchback asked with a glum look. The Doctor sighed and offered. “Next time, my dear Igor. When I make you a woman, then you can come.”

The creature wasn’t paying any attention to the doctor, instead gazing lovingly at Roxanne who was patting his arm lightly.Mmmmmm!” Yes, the creature was in love with the busty little nurse. Question was…..could he dance?

The Doctor showed Narcissa the invitation and waited eagerly for her response. This could be a very good chance to get more sales and showcase their latest creation all in one.

~RB~

Temp:  
Roxanne had led the creature into the center of the room, giving Igor a smile and a wave as he took care of the remains of the Orc. This creature was truly fascinating in how it functioned, though she still didn’t really understand why. Maybe it looked at her first when it woke up or something? Whatever the reason was could remain a mystery so long as it continued to listen to her. No doubt The Doctor already had some sort of plan, so she could leave the thinking to him. The creature seemed to be pleased with Roxanne praising it, which it ‘vocalized’. She took what The Doctor had said about a ‘royal ball’, but wasn’t quite sure where that subject had popped up from. There was probably some kind of invitation that he had just noticed or something. It seemed he was going to be taking Narcissa with him as his date, and have Roxanne take the creature as hers. The fact he didn’t ask her to be his date was something that buzzed in the back of her mind, but she decided to forget about it. There was no point worrying about such a thing, as all that really mattered to her was what he wanted. What he wanted apparently had something to do with getting the creature to dance. Would he really be able to do that kind of thing? “Hmm…umm…would you please dance with me?” She said as she looked up at the creature and extended one of her hands out to him to take. Hopefully he would respond in a good way.

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor’s face softened as he watched Roxanne do exactly as he asked. Seeing if the creature could dance and perform for the likes of royalty at a ball. They had no knowledge of his life before death at the War of wrath and so far he had proved his worth in the test battle. This test….was different again. The Doctor snapped his fingers, as Igor went over to an old phonograph and took out a record, placing it down on the turntable, then cranking up the side of the box so the record would spin. Lightly, he placed the stylus arm down on the spinning record, and a song filtered through the arena come demonstration room.

As the first few strands of music were heard, the creature looked a little bit confused, but then heard the busty and bandaged nurse ask if he would dance with her. At first, he made a whining sound – almost like he was afraid too. Up in the viewing platform, the Doctor gripped the railing and urged the pair on.

“Just one dance…that is all I ask.”

The creature saw the young nurse offer her hand and he hesitantly took it in his large bloody hand. What one didn’t know was how strong the creature was, and he practically lifted Roxanne off her feet. Together the pair started to waltz. It was incredible to watch as the giant traipsed through puddles of orc blood. He was a little bit unsteady, but after a few turns he beamed a gruesome smile at Roxanne – the apple of his eye.

And then….he did something totally unexpected. “Loc!” The creature shouted his name….followed by…“Dancing!….Loc!…Dancing. AHAHA…HAAAAAAAAA!” He was thrilled to be dancing and spinning the bandaged nursey around. Loc was in heaven, in the midst of hell.

~RB~

Moo:  Having gotten front row seats made for a good show, while Narcissa continued to bounce in her seat, leaning forward and clapping excitedly for the new super soldier. She was cheering on a fellow creation of the Good Doctor, even though the monster seemed to lack the brain capacity Narcissa had. At least he understood Roxanne’s hesitant orders…and clearly without hesitation…or remorse for that poor orc. The soldier managed to tear that thing’s head off within moments of it grasping onto the iron gate. This was the moment when the girl would pop up from her seat and clap her hands quickly before everyone began settling again. Wilhelm offered a hand in which she took before catching sight of bird swooping in. A black raven, to be exact. Narcissa let out a sound of awe while her gleaming eyes followed it away from the room. Meanwhile, the Good Doctor had been reading a message it had carried with it.

In watching the Doctor’s smile brighten, Narcissa leaned closer to catch a glimpse at the words on the paper. Her hands clasped behind her back while she glanced over his shoulder. It helped that the creation was taller than even Wilhelm. Though, she’d barely managed to get through the first few lines when he offered her a sly glance, at which she jumped back an inch, eyes widening slightly. “A royal ball?” she repeated, tone full of enthusiasm. “Yes!” She already danced in delight before hopping down from the viewing area, twirling after she landed rather gracefully. She held out the sides of her lab coat as if she were wearing a gown, twirling once more before the invitation was passed down to her. Narcissa took it and began to read happily, still dancing with an imaginary partner…one hand held up in the air to hold what was to be its shoulder, and the other holding the invitation to her face, attention averted while everyone else carried on in conversation.

After a few moments, her dancing slowed to a stop. An entirely rare side to the frankensteinian monster showed itself for a moment while her smile faded into a mere line, brows furrowing as she became utterly confused. The poor girl didn’t enjoy this feeling. “But…it says you and one more?” Narcissa blinked several times in reading that single bit of the invitation. Or maybe the entire group would be accepted due to the nature of the Good Doctor’s work. The thought seemed to brighten the ever chipper creation once again and the entire question was forgotten completely. Her bright smile returned and she nodded eagerly. “Let’s go then!”

Temp:  Roxanne could immediately tell that the creature seemed a bit nervous, which was actually kind of strange. She really didn’t expect it to have these sorts of feelings. “It’s okay…don’t be scared.” She spoke softly to the creature and continued to smile as he took hold of her hands. He was definitely strong, something she could feel through his grip, and not to mention much taller. She hadn’t expected him to lift her off the ground, nor did she expect him to actually start dancing. This creature really was a strange one. The majority of the dancing was actually being done by the giant, which was simply spinning her about as her legs dangled below her. The real surprise came when the creation shouted something out, and then shouted even more as he started to laugh, continuing to spin her around like a rag doll. It wasn’t bothersome or dangerous for her at all, but it was really unexpected. Loc. This seemed like it was likely the creatures name, which he somehow managed to remember. “You’re a good dancer Loc!” Notreally, but why not encourage the strange beast?

A Yummy Mummy – SS.

Back at Hell’s Kitchen, the Doctor gives his creation a test.

Scene setting : Demonstration room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne was glad that the creature took a liking to her, even if it was only because of her glorious boobies. Narcissa seemed to be just as enthusiastic as she was, but Igor and The Doctor were a different case. The fact that the creature turned into a docile behemoth at the sight of a pair of breasts wasn’t what they had hoped for. “I’m sorry Doctor, I hope it’s not my fault…or my boobs fault rather.” It probably had nothing to do with anything she did, and rather just something to do with the brain inside the creature. Regardless of the reason behind this kind of behavior, it would still possibly carry some kind of negative effect.

Moo:  Narcissa moved closer to the monster casually, then spun to stand beside Roxanne. “Well they are almost falling out of your dress,” she commented with a wide grin. Of course she hadn’t meant any offense by the comment; Narcissa rarely thought before she spoke. “Mine stay hidden in the lab coat!” She turned Roxanne by the shoulders and began to tug at the opening in the dress, pulling them together. The struggle was rather visible, as the nurse’s breasts knocked together and the dress was still a good inch from meeting itself. “We have to get a better dress!” Narcissa exclaimed with wide eyes. She let go of the dress and watched Roxanne’s breasts bounce back in place, jiggling before settling. Another noise of satisfaction came from the monster before the female held up a finger with an idea. “Gauze! You can be like me!”
Shuffling to a nearby desk where she kept her own supply of the stuff, she sifted through it and brought some back. With Roxanne’s big boobies covered, maybe the monster would return its focus. Narcissa held up the gauze and lifted her brows with a grin. “Yes?”

Razorbackwriter:  Narcissa was definitely the only one that could come up with a wise solution with how to cover up Roxanne’s breasts to stop the slobbering giant of a creation. The good Doctor grinned as he watched Narcissa approach Roxanne with the gauze which would do the trick, but also earn Roxanne a new nickname. Igor kept a close lazy eye on the creation who was transfixed by the bodacious Roxanne. If it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious matter, all would be laughing at the situation before them.

“Wrap her up tighter than King Tut!” Wilhelm ordered, as he turned to face his creation – who had drool running down his chin. “You! You and I need to talk.”

The creation slowly turned his head and leered down at the good Doctor, who was rubbing his chin and staring back up at the super soldier. How could he turn this fascination with the female breast to his advantage in combat? Needless to say, it was a real pickle. Special optical lenses? A hypnotic programme while he slept. to tell him he didn’t fancy bosoms.

“Rrrrrrrrr.” The creature snarled at the Doctor, while the sound of Roxanne being mummified went on in the background. The Doctor had heard of taping down bosoms before….but this was ridiculous. Igor was starting to doubt that it was just the boobs that had the creature so fixated. “What if its not just her boobs, Master?”

This had the Doctor wondering. He then turned to ask Roxanne a huge favor. “Roxanne? I want you to lead the creature out to the demonstration room and see if you can get him to attack one of our test subjects.” What they had in the demonstration room was an orc that they often used as fighting partners for various experiments. He was about 6 foot and a mean bastard. If Roxanne could order the creature to fight and not have it continue to stare at her breasts….they may be on to something.

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne blinked rapidly in confusion as she looked between all her friends. Just what was going on with this creation? She looked down at her full chest as Narcissa tried to pull her outfit closer together. There was simply no defying the luscious melons reality defying proportions, at least by ordinary means. Soon enough, Narcissa gave up on trying to fix her outfit and ran off. What the girl was up to she didn’t know, but she had a feeling she was gonna find out soon enough. Eventually Narcissa returned with a ton of gauze, which she promptly began wrapping her in. She couldn’t help but giggle as she was slowly mummified to an extent. Once her chest was wrapped up and no longer exposed, she looked over at the Doctor and tilted her head at his request. There was no refusing him, not that she ever would to begin with. “Right away Doctor!” She had done some work with the demonstration room before, so she was rather familiar with the procedure. The only real reason it was risky this time was because this creature was…unusual. Regardless, she skipped over to the creature and placed both her hands onto one of his. She quickly tugged him along with her into the previously mentioned room, and then stood between the creature and the Orc.“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?” She pointed at the Orc, which she mouthed ‘sorry’ towards, before turning her attention back to the creature. Was it going to obey her ‘command’?

Moo:  Narcissa merrily circled around Roxanne several, several times at the prompting of the Good Doctor. “Aye-aye, Doc!” she nearly sang out before she giggled. Appreciation for her idea was not neglected, for she delightfully hummed in her movements. The gauze would cover every bit of the nurse’s oddly large breasts. “You’re starting to look like me!” she commented while taping the last bit together. The frankenteinian monster took a step back and clapped and swiped her hands together, as if ridding them of dust before planting them on her hips. She stood there with the biggest grin covering the lower half of her face, it was almost as ridiculous as Roxanne’s boobs. Rather proud of her work, she nodded her head in delight; one simple, swift motion as her eyes gleamed. With the request from Wilhelm, Narcissa was no longer needed. Yet she was happy to stand by and watch as the nurse pulled the giant monstrosity into the next room. However, she would gladly situate herself in front of the door of said room, awaiting with genuine excitement and curiosity to see what the the doctor’s glorious creation would do next.

Razorbackwriter:  The demonstration room was more like a small arena, or bull fighting pit. It allowed the Doctor and his paying guests to see his work in action or in this case allow Narcissa, Igor and Roxanne to witness the colossal giant live up to the expectations of all. The fact that the creature had taken a shine to Roxanne had been unexpected, and hopefully if the Doctor’s thoughts on the matter were accurate, this demonstration may prove fruitful….or deadly for the hapless orc. Wilhelm offered his hand to Narcissa to lead her up to the viewing platform, with Igor to close the iron grate that would keep the orc from escaping. Roxanne was fantastic, leading the giant into the stone pit and then giving the order…in a nice way.

“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?”

The creation smiled at her in a goofy way, before slowly turning his head towards his opponent. The green orc took one look at the giant and his jaw dropped open. The giant, who wanted to do EXACTLY what Roxanne asked, raised both fists and then pummeled his chest like a silver back gorilla, before roaring loudly at the orc. What happened next…well, it was comical to say the least. The orc dropped his battle axe and started to run in the opposite direction as the giant took off – each foot fall causing an earth quake like shuddering to the arena. Around….and around the pair went, with the orc even running up to the iron gate that Igor had shut and pulling on it helplessly. Of course, the giant was right behind him and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him away from the gate. A startled looking Igor chewed his lip as the pounding began. The giant smashed his fist into the orc’s head over and over till blood was seeping out of his nose…and his ears. Teeth were flying in all directions as the orc screamed for mercy. But just when you thought the giant had done enough damage, he then ripped the orc’s head clear off his shoulders. Blood spewed from the gaping hole in the orc’s neck as the giant held it aloft and roared loudly in triumph.

The Doctor was flabbergasted. Igor was stunned to silence.

Finally, the Doctor spoke. “I’d say that was a good test result.” He started to chuckle as the Giant offered the head of the orc to Roxanne like it was a bunch of flowers.

“Mmmmmmm!” He murred.

~RB~

Roxanne’s jiggling jellies – SS

 

 

Scene setting:  Hell’s Kitchen laboratory.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne and the other employee’s of Hell’s Kitchen eventually arrived back at their work place, having just returned from the House of Red Velvet. She would be the first to walk into the building, hopping along the entire way. There was no telling what would be their first order of business, but she would happily do whatever was given as an order.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was still plenty giddy after the eventful night the group had, despite having been calmed slightly by the sight of that woman on the rack. Would that be a frequent event in the club? She hopped out the car after the ignition was cut off, humming happily to herself while she pranced after the ever lovely Roxanne. “I wonder how he’s doing!” she thought aloud, referring to their latest creation. Would he be intelligent like she was? Would he be strong? Fast? Would he like food?! She twirled as she neared the door, taking it from Roxanne before walking inside. Oh, she would finally be able to take off the dress too!

 

Razorbackwriter:  The lab team had returned from the House of Red Velvet, some with full bellies and good humor, others slightly scarred by what they had witnessed on leaving the club. The Doctor was not all that fussed with the hedonistic and showman like antics of the Warlock, but that was his affair and Wilhelm didn’t feel like watching a girl tortured just for the sake of it. Taking off his good coat, and hanging it on a hook on the door, he rubbed his hands together and went to go and get dressed once again in his favorite white lab coat. Hell’s kitchen was his home, and work place. Everything he worked for and created was right here. Including Roxanne, Narcissa….and now his newest creation. The super solider. Waltzing past the trio as they all assembled back inside the lab, Wilhelm summoned Igor to his side and whispered.

“If…the creation is incredibly violent….get the sedative ready.”

“Of course….Master.” The humpback saluted, before limping off to go and get the needle. This needle was a big one, since the solider was akin to a giant, and would need a lot of the drug if he went out of control. Motioning for Roxanne and Narcissa to assist once they had changed out of their finery, the trio would then go into the chop shop, where a low growling noise was coming.

Sure enough, on the center slab was the gruesome looking soldier, who was wiggling his fingers under the restraints. Wilhelm eased up alongside the creature and stroked his forehead. “Are you ready for some testing?” He asked of the creature, who growled fiercely. Oh yes…he was ready. But was the Doctor.

Looking to his nurse and Narcissa, the Doctor issued the first orders.

“Narcissa, you remove the straps and locks.” He then looked at Roxanne and said. “Raise the table to help the creature stand up right. On my mark. 5…4…3..2..1!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been fiddling around with some medical instruments while her friends made their way into the building. She was just keeping things organized, as it made everything far simpler. She had already changed back into her normal outfit, which was fresh and clean as opposed to how it was earlier. Her attention would quickly turn towards the Doctor as she took notice of him motioning her over. It seemed it was time to test their creation. She eagerly stepped up to the slab that it lay on, leaning over it so it could see her wave at it happily. Probably wouldn’t make any difference, but she didn’t put thought into that. Upon receiving her orders and hearing the countdown end, she raised the table so that the creature could stand. This was actually a dangerous situation for her, considering she was the closest one to the beast. Thankfully, she wasn’t some helpless little thing.

 

Moo:  Narcissa hadn’t wasted any time in freeing herself of that tight dress. She ripped it off without a second thought, humming as she tossed it at a bin on her way back into the room they’d dressed in earlier. Because she’d kept her gauze and bandages, she was perfectly fine waltzing around as is. Though she wouldn’t be completely comfortable without that lab coat! She picked it up from the chair she’d set it on earlier that evening and tugged it on, humming as she waltzed out the room again to meet with the rest of the team.
The female monster was welcomed in the room with glances her way. She skipped her merry little butt over to the table with the super soldier on it and gave a wave, smiling widely down at his grumbling face as she listened to the Doctor’s commands. “Yes’sir!” she said enthusiastically with a salute toward him. At his count down, she readied her fingers over the first two buckles, reaching her busty chest over the monster. His grumbles were muffled while she half-settled. 1! Her hands ripped away at the buckles and she quickly moved to his feet to undo those as well, giving a small squeal of excitement. The rest was up to Roxanne!

Razorbackwriter:  Ever faithful, Roxanne had returned to wearing her usual work uniform. This one being crisp and clean compared to the one she had on earlier which showed blood stains and smears from working on the brain with the good Doctor. Now she was ready to help with the second faze. Testing. She did as ordered, raising the table up, while the monster Narcissa was practically bubbling over with excitement over the fact that the newest creation was roaring to life. Narcissa was so enthusiastic with her replies, that the Doctor couldn’t help but pause a moment and smile at her. And they say good help is hard to find. You just MAKE the help. With Narcissa having ripped away the buckles, and Roxanne bringing the table to be completely upright, the creature took that first step forward. His large boot slamming down on the stone floor.

“Walk!” The Doctor cried – holding his hands out like a father to his new son. The creature snarled in anger and frustration, as the signals were being sent from his brain down his spine to the various muscles in his legs. The passing seconds had everyone on the edge of their seats, not to mention Igor, who had seen creatures attack instead of doing what they were told.

~POUND!….POUND!….POUND!~

The creation took three steps, each perfectly placed. Igor’s eyes widened like saucers as the creature towered over the Doctor. Was he going to swing at the Doctor? Would he attack his Master….his father?

No, instead he turned his head towards Roxanne and oogled at her breasts.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t sure how the creature would initially react to being let free, which was quite normal actually. It wasn’t really something you could effectively predict. There was always a chance that things could go horribly wrong and violent. For that reason alone it was necessary to be at least a bit prepared. When the creature finally began to move, she was rather excited, but also worried. The creature had gotten somewhat close to The Doctor, and could very well start an attack at any moment. She was about ready to get the things attention, until of course it turned and looked down at her. At first she just stared back in confusion, but then she noticed it wasn’t looking at her face at all. It’s eyes were locked onto her chest and nothing else. The thing even made a sound of satisfaction! Well, at least it wasn’t attacking. She leaned forward just a bit and shook her upper body back and forth, getting a good jiggle going. “I think it likes me!” For whatever reason, boobs seemed to be something this creature liked.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been happily bouncing back and forth from foot to foot, both hands under her chin while she grinned like a fool. “You’re a genius, Doctor!” she praised loudly before giggling, throwing her hands up and out in a cheering manner. The table having been lifted into position, the monster sure was taking his time to make his way to the good Doctor. While a bit of nervousness seemed present in the room, very little would come from Narcissa herself, as she had a means of defense for Wilhelm, and Igor had the neutralizing stuff!
Oh, but the monster hadn’t acted the way any of them hoped for, or at least even considered. With a turn and stare, he seemed to take to Roxanne. Or rather, her plump and bodacious boobies. Narcissa laughed as the monster let out a sound of satisfaction, holding her sides as her head hung forward. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Razorbackwriter:  “Well this was unexpected.” That was the first thing that the Doctor could think of to say. He was half expecting the creation to attack him in a frenzy of violence – hence having the sedative wielding Igor at the ready. What did happen, left both men shocked, whilst the girls….they thought it was something else.

“I think it likes me!” ~jiggle jiggle jiggle~ Roxanne exclaimed, making quite a performance in jiggling her bodacious tah tahs with some enthusiasm. This…made the creation lick his lips and make a loud “MMMMMMMM” sound. Narcissa was now laughing with glee and exclaiming in agreeance. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Igor on the other hand, knew EXACTLY what the creation likes. “He likes her boobs. Fancy that. Not exactly going to be helpful in a battle situation. What if he is up against female orcs….or blood elves?” The hunchback asked, as he put the sedative needle down on the nearest tray. He shot a look at the Doctor, who was tapping his lip with a worried expression.“Which army did you pull this fellow from again?’ The doctor asked, now wondering if they had harvested the right type of warrior after all. Igor went to check the uniform and came back with Wrath. Both men looked at the uniform, then at the lumbering giant who was dripping saliva on the floor as he stared at Roxanne’s jiggling jellies with relish.

“Isn’t…Wrath run by a woman now?” Igor asked, scratching his chin and wondering why the soldier was acting so odd. The Doctor nodded slowly, and then leaned over to his assistant and whispered. “I hear men lose their minds when they see her tits. She has more suitors than any other monarch. Hmmm. This is troubling.”

The Doctor was now concerned that if this creature acted so dopey over a pair of ripe breasts, that maybe all the others would as well. This could spell disaster for his operation. He needed to come up with a solution…..and fast.

 

~RB~

 

Terrors of the mind – SS.

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp, Moo & Artie.

 

Artie:  At the tightening of the collar around her neck, Bandit would grit her teeth and give a low growl of disapproval. Though she would give few emotions, staring at Raul and then flickering her eyes to ‘Riley.’ The mist would make her blink in irritation, her hand reaching up and waving away the liquid.. Though she would still inhale some on that initial breath of surprise.. “You will see.. what I will do.. to that terrible imitation you call my ‘love..'” Bandit snarled, walking past Raul and bumping her shoulder quite forcefully into his chest. A look of murder was on her face – not because of the acts that Riley did, as she was used to this in her human life, but because of the fact that she knew this was not Riley to begin with. Her hand balled into a fist as she walked to a table, taking an object into her hand and then walking.. She would pause, raising the hand with a flash of silver within it up to her eye and then closing one – she would purse her lips to the side as she focused then, gritting her teeth.. She would only have a small window before Riley disappeared behind the curtain..

Her hand would then jerk forwards as she released the knife and let it go, flinging it towards Riley as the outsider’s eye would see no more than a whisk of the metal in the air.. A dull thud and then a scream from the courtesan as the knife had buried itself into Riley’s neck from the back, a straight point as it was flung with such force it pierced all the way through. Bandit would abruptly turn on her heel, ignoring Raul’s initial taunts and walking past him with a straight posture… She would begin to head to the door of the club, focusing now on removing this blasted collar.. It was beginning to choke her a bit, her lips pursing in discontent..

 

Temp:  Roxanne made no fuss or complaint when the Doctor brought her onto the dance floor. The music that was playing was something she and the Doctor were familiar with, and so was the dance that went with it. She remained bubbly and happy as she whipped around the dance floor with him, letting out subtle giggles at Igor and Narcissa. They were both co-workers, but also people she considered friends. It didn’t matter to her if they didn’t feel the same way, for whatever reason. Igor was busy with a not-so-good-looking ‘lady’, and Narcissa was going ham on multiple types of food. It was good to see them both out of the Lab and doing something, even if it wasn’t necessarily ‘fun’. Regardless of what those two were doing, she would continue the dance with the Doctor.

 

Moo:  Narcissa plowed through her food like no tomorrow. Noises of content sounded, along with rather loud chomping and sipping. There seemed to be a cleared diameter around the table, people naturally avoiding the horrific sight. “This food is so good!” she exclaimed. Even some of the food she couldn’t describe for the life of her. What had they called it? Caviar? Whatever. In went a spoon full!
It hadn’t taken the Doctor long to offer a dance to the ever lovely Roxanne, causing Narcissa to smile with delight. The two stood and went to the dance floor, and almost immediately after, Igor was pulled away by some masculine looking lady. Or wait, was it a feminine looking man? She stared at the fuzz on his upper lip, as thick as a caterpillar. Igor called out for help when she gleefully bounced from her chair and swept across the floor. It was amazing her dress hadn’t torn yet, considering it was already to its limits. The monster laughed while she cut between the two. “May I have this dance?” she asked with a bow. She couldn’t bend to her fullest, as the seems were beginning to protest. Narcissa swept back up and took Igor’s hand, sweeping him away into a waltz. Sort of. His feet barely skidded against the ground while she lifted him and spun on the dance floor. “This is fun!” she cried, giggling. “You’re such a good dancer, Igor!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The Dance floor~

The tempo of the music was lively and of course as it came to a crescendo, the Doctor whipped a rose out from the vase on a table that he and Roxanne passed and placed it between his teeth with a light growl of satisfaction. This had been quite a night and a triumph both for the lab team, and the new contract to work exclusively for the Prince of Pride. Leading Roxanne around the floor, the couple made a fine pair – applauded by many. Watching his creation Roxanne with a twinkle in his eyes, the Doctor mused “We should….go dancing more often. Yes. I like this side of you.” A crooked smile and then the Doctor stood back and bowed to his favorite nurse Roxanne for the song was over. He then gestured for them to sit at their table, while it would seem that Narcissa; who had been enjoying the buffet a great deal was in a tussle with the manly Trisha Von Ticka. Igor didn’t know which was worse. The hairy lipped Trisha or the Frankenstein like Narcissa. One thing was for sure, when Narcissa made up her mind, the hump back was only going to be dancing with one woman. Ripped away from Trisha, who stood there pouting with her hands on her hips – Igor was whisked off his feet and had begun the Waltz with the monster girl. “This is fun!” She enthused, as the crowd erupted at the new couple tripping the light fantastic.

Lighting a cigar at the table, the Doctor enjoyed watching Igor dance with Narcissa. “They are good…yes?” he asked of Roxanne, as the pair swanned past them. “Igor is so light on his feet.” No truer word was said. Blowing a puff of smoke, the Doctor then gave a wink and said to Roxanne; “When they are done we return to the Kitchen and check on our newest creation.”

~Raul’s booth~

The Warlock could see the collar tighten around Bandit’s neck, and he sneered as he gave her the options on what to do next. Naturally, Bandit had not lost any of her spunk…or her bite it seemed. Always so head strong and un-lady like. It was like watching a lioness. Proud and unyielding. Bandit did inhale some of the mist that had come from the collar, but she spotted a fake straight away and called the Warlock’s bluff. Menacingly, she then took a knife from one of the nearby tables and threw it with force and accuracy to strike the fake Riley through the neck. A loud cry followed by a female scream came from behind the curtain. The imposter….dead.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The Warlock tuttered his tongue as the defiant Bandit turned on her heel and made her way towards the exit with her head held high. Did she really think he would just let her get away so easily after going to all the trouble of having Eva track her down? In a crowded room, filled with patrons, dancers and Hell’s elite – the Warlock was about to put on a right star performance. A bright spot light hit Bandit’s back as two large bouncers came in from the outside of the exit and blocked Bandit’s way.

“Ladies…and Gentlemen. Tonight…the House of Red Velvet is proud to present my newest….attraction.”

Many of the guests including the Doctor and his table would see the statuesque Warlock whip off his cloak that beneath it had a blood red silk. He spun the cloak around him much like a matador would in a dance, only this was no such thing. The Warlock uttered three words, though it was hard to tell what he was saying. “Shuda…Verama….Decesi!” The collar around Bandit’s neck started to glow brightly as each of the jewels blazed in colour. Red….gold…green, blue…and of course a brilliant diamond. The strap of the collar started to tighten around Bandit’s neck as she slowly started to rise off the floor. The collar’s magic was coming into the fore.

The crowd started to applaud as the Warlock raised his arms and then moved his fingers as though playing a piano – this would cause Bandit to float over the tables of the many on lookers towards a stage at the rear of the club. Here red velvet curtains parted to reveal a well oiled male wearing just a loin cloth but his head was covered with a strange mask that had no mouth and only slits for eyes and holes for his nose. He flexed his muscular arms and then his pecs as the girl floated towards him He stood by a large rack that was the kind that they used in medieval times. A whipping post. As Bandit would lower, the oiled giant reached out to snatch her from the sky, much to the Warlock’s amusement. Struggle as she would dare, the giant attempt to tie her to the cross, that is positioned so that the victim has her back facing the audience.

Down amongst the crowd, the Warlock was chuckling darkly as he turned to his many eager patrons that loved to administer a little bit of pain to the Warlock’s employees. Picking up a cat of nine tails, the Warlock swirled it in his hand and then offered it to the first man to raise their hand.

“Come now….we have a very naughty girl who needs a good lashing. Any takers?”

There came a burst of hands in the sky, but the closest of them happened to be…..the Ambassador.

“Oh…me…pick me!” the wig wearing Ambassador cried out – his gloved hand raised on high. The Warlock smirked and tossed the cat of nine tails to the Ambassador. “Valmont, my dear friend. She’s all yours.”

~RB~

Artie:  “What the fuck?” Bandit’s hand would go to the collar around her neck as her whole body was suddenly floating, the club’s eyes on her.. This was ridiculous. The warlock had always been one for dramatics, but now she could do no more than laugh at the pure stupidity of it all.. Clearly, her attitude had shifted in her time in hell. She was more skeptical, more of a realist.. Anything the warlock did only made her laugh in a bitter tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Her voice sounded as though she was done with such a show, raising a brow at the male in front of her.. She’d learned that the residents of Hell fed off of fear and reactions of that sort.. So instead of squirming she would only sit still at the post, wiggling her wrists a bit but not giving much more of a struggle..

As if he’d get her to cry for release and that she didn’t want to be here.. He was kidding himself, she would not grovel for such a vile being. “Stop being a fool, get it over with, you bitch.” Bandit rolled her eyes to the ceiling and then kept them there, bracing herself. Her pain tolerance was quite high from years of Hell – she figured she’d feel a slight sting in the beginning, but it was sure to fade with the first whips.. To emphasize her sarcastic attitude, Bandit would then make eye contact with Raul… and yawn. Yawn! She yawned at him, as though she had better places to be than this unforgiving shithole that he called a club.. I’ve seen libraries with better entertainment.. The blonde scoffed, rolling her eyes again and taking a huff of breath.

 

Temp:  Roxanne had very much enjoyed her dance time with the Doctor. Once the song was over and their dance was done she returned the bow that she was given, then returned to the groups table. Narcissa and Igor were spinning around and grabbing all sorts of attention. She found the way they moved to be extremely humorous and couldn’t help but let out several giggles at how silly they were. “Those two are so cute!” She clapped and bobbed side to side as she continued to watch them dance, seemingly unaffected by the other happenings in the area. Whether she was just choosing to ignore it or she just didn’t notice would remain unknown, unless of course she was questioned on the matter.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gleefully led the humpback around on the dance floor, even as he hollered for help. Eventually Igor learned to take things as they went, settling for disdainfully staring out to the crowds of people, focused on not spitting up the hot pocket he’d eaten. The song passed rather quickly for Narcissa, even if he couldn’t say the same. She giggled to herself while she spun him away toward the table, in which he barely avoided bumping into, instead tripping over his feet and falling in front of it. Her hand went to her lips with a little “oops” before she cracked a smile, waving at applauding onlookers.
She swept over the dance floor to the table after a moment, aiming for her plate of food. Hopefully it hadn’t gotten too cold. She sat down and took a big bite before dramatics began in the room. “Are we going home?” she asked with a full mouth. It was interesting to watch someone float over the room. Narcissa clapped her hands, oblivious. Though as the woman was strapped onto a rack and a sort of whip was revealed, she sat a little more quietly with interest.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor was not so much one for dramatics or tasteless acts. He could see what was happening with the hapless collared girl and the featured rack that was positioned up on a small stage for the crowds viewing pleasure. Frowning slightly as he heard the girl’s abusive taunts to the Warlock, the Doctor checked his watch. Wilhelm’s mind was racing. Now that he had secured the contract he really needed to get his team back to the Hell’s Kitchen and work on the creation that he had left strapped to a table. Narcissa asked if they were going home, as she could tell by the doctor’s face that he had had enough. “Yes, my Dear. I do hope you enjoyed the feast and the dancing, but it is time that we all got back to work. Idle hands make no profit.” He declared, nodding to Igor – whose eyes were still spinning in their sockets from having danced with Narcissa and the manly lady. “Right…behind you, Master.” Igor said, as he tried to stand up and not fall over from being dizzy.

Putting on his coat, he motioned for the group to follow him back out to the Hell’s kitchen roadster that was parked outside. The team had a lot to do when they got back. Most importantly, was to test their new creation. The Doctor placed a good wad of cash in the bill folder and then marched towards the door, not bothering to look back at the girl on the rack.

As they all reached the car, the Doctor opened the door for Narcissa and Roxanne, while flicking his finger for Igor to jump in the driver’s seat. Hopefully he would be able to drive in a straight line. To each of his assistants the Doctor said. “We should do this more often, and with the Prince’s commission, we will be able too.”

(Lab Team TC)

~The Red Velvet Stage~

Yawn. That is what Bandit did when she was strapped to the rack on the stage before the dinner crowd. She thought so little of the Warlock and his games that she treated him with little to no respect at all. Bandit would not succumb to being the subject for the amusement of the Red Velvet’s patrons, and her continued defiance in the face of pain was not all that surprising. Not to the Warlock. He knew Bandit like the back of his own hand. It was one of the reasons he found her so fascinating and had followed her to hell. Strength in spirit and in will. But the human mind is only able to handle so much, and while it was clear that she had built up a resistance to the likes of the Warlock, he still had a few cards up his sleeves.

Snapping his fingers, Raul signaled for the loin cloth wearing beast man to tear away Bandit’s clothes to expose her to the crowd below. All gasped and some chuckled at the sound of tearing fabric, while Valmont stood off to the side – idly tapping the cat of nine tails against the side of his leg….almost like he was waiting for something. Whether or not Bandit remembered, the Warlock was still capable of some very powerful mind tricks. He had the power to make illusions seem….very real. Not just to touch….but to feel.

Slowly, the Warlock went up the stairs to the stage, as the tempo of the music got slower. A bizarre tune was playing. You could say it was hypnotic. A smile crept upon the Warlock’s face as he mused at how Bandit was playing for the crowd. Courage. You had to admire it. The Warlock’s nose twitched and again the collar gave off a fine mist before the view in front of Bandit’s eyes would become clouded. The room itself and everything in it, including the patrons would go into some sort of slow motion like effect, with even the Warlock’s words sounding slurred. A ripple passed through the air and reached Bandit – lightly caressing her skin. The Ambassador was still waiting. Why was he waiting….and what for? It was then that the Warlock started to change in appearance. From the sly looking gentleman, to a beast like creature – red skinned and wearing a suit that was like something from the 1940’s. He crooned as the rippling feeling continued to wash over Bandit’s body.

The chatter and laughter now sounded sick and twisted as the whole room was now blending in with the slick crooning of the Warlock. Then out of nowhere, the cat of nine tails struck. Once. That one hit that tore open Bandit’s flesh as though cutting ribbons. Red blood seeping….but it was not just blood. Worms…maggots…vile creepy crawlies crept out of her skin, while beneath it was now alive. Bubbling burning beneath the surface. Enough to make any sane person scream. Itching…teasing….eating.

~RB~

 

Artie:  The human female hadn’t given much of a response to the loin clothed man, instead giving a scoff and staring down at the ground. She still couldn’t quite get over how humor of an idea it was that he even existed. Typical. Her eyes would gaze at the ground as the cold gaze of many gazed over her body, her form stiffening a bit but yet she made no further moves. Not as though she had much a reaction. Bandit knew what buttons to push and Hell had hardened her to such tortures. What, did he think he was the first to arrive and try to make an example of her? The thought made her laugh, a quiet noise that accompanied an eye roll. Sure, she was a bit red in some areas from the ripping of her clothes, and perhaps even bruised. Clothing did not come off easily, despite how easy it sounded in words written on paper.

The blonde stared into space, wincing a bit and giving a sharp intake of breath at the sharp pain suddenly on her back. There was a sharp noise of the hard and unyielding fabric on her sensitive skin, her eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment. Perhaps if she disconnected herself she could push through this. Her eyes closed and the cold of the chains around her wrists slowly began to fade, as she went back to her thoughts of the days beforehand. There was a slight feeling of crawling all around her, but she could easily ignore it with her closed eyes. Amusing how the sounds of others became easily twisted into some sort of horror show that she didn’t want to be apart of. Bandit would grit her teeth lightly, her breathing slowly as she focused on something other than her physical senses and presence, as they were currently compromised by Raul’s magic. If she couldn’t rely on her physical body she would retreat into her mental.. Though to be frank, that wasn’t much better at the moment.

She could only think of the betrayal of Riley. She knew it wasn’t real, but the fact that the warlock knew anything — no, she shouldn’t be surprised. He was a sneaky little thing for a reason, after all. Bandit breathed slowly, retreating to her own world in her mind as her body became somewhat.. unoccupied? Though, the warlock may be a bit surprised to see Bandit’s wounds on her back slowly healing. She found that the crawling began to go away, as her mind recovered from the mist’s effects.. Clearly, she wasn’t prone to anything that could alter her state of mind and body.. but, it wasn’t going to last as long as it usually did. This was an effect of something that she was under the influence of.. but what..?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Life is but an illusion, and we are all players on the grand stage. The mind tells us what to see, and when it can will shield us from the most horrific of circumstances. Think of it as a built in safety switch. What we see, what we feel are all transmitted and collated by our mind’s sensors and thus we deduct from that and react accordingly. Some break so easily when their mind is pushed to the limits, and it was clear that Bandit had come to use a special ability of attachment. Burrowing deep inside her sub conscious and finding refuge from the evil that was the Warlock. Odd how this “human” was able to perform such feats that went above and beyond what is considered to be normal capabilities. But…this was the Warlock’s special forte. The mind. Said to be one of the most powerful part of the human anatomy and in most case only used to a minor percentage of its capability, the Warlock had been studying them and their limits for many years. He had been inside Bandit’s mind before….and would so again – so long as the collar remained firmly clasped to her neck.

As Bandit retreated behind the walls of her mind, her body strangely began to heal itself, as the vile worms, and maggots vanished like sparkling dust from her skin. The warped goings on of the House of Red Velvet started to black out and even the cries of laughter and pleasure would fade into nothingness as the entire room became a black void. The Ambassador, the loin clothed man had seemed to turn into…..hedge like statues, as the stage was replaced by a simple stone square within a large garden maze. The chains and ropes that bound Bandit turned to snakes and slithered from her body, dropping onto the stone path below. A long and lonely wolf howled in the distance, and there was the faint sight of lights….sparkling…dazzling – yet so so far away. A lone raven sat upon one of the stone statue’s head and cawed at Bandit, to rouse her from her mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

Dinner and a show – SS.

Scene setting: The House of Red Velvet – SS.

co-written with Artie, Moo, and Temp.

 

Artie:  Bandit had already begun to be doubtful of this whole ordeal, now worried for her health and well-being. Though – if anything involved putting a collar on her, how would it have been good to begin with? She only held onto the small sliver of hope that it was loose enough to take off, though tight enough to not notice.. Though as they came to the table, Bandit’s eyes met that of her old master’s. Fear did not come to her, instead she felt anger and disgust. “Hope is all you have, after all.” This was a slight jab at his hope of getting his princess love that she had stolen from him.. this gave her pride, as it showed in her straightened posture and straight face. “I should have expected this. Seems you can’t get away from old loves, hmm?” The female would then sneer right back, before looking at him and spitting at his feet. She held no honor for this man – to her, he was the scum of the Earth. Anyone who claimed rights over another was absolute trash.. and thus, he was.

The ring did help her hangover, her head much clearer now.. perhaps it prevented drunkness as well? “Alright, let me go, I’ll be on my way out, soon. Clearly, this buffoon doesn’t know what he’s doing.” And so, Bandit would roll her eyes at Raul, turning to Eva and shaking herself from the other blonde’s grip. The thief would merely scoff again, displeased as she turned away from the warlock. Was he really worth her eyes’ time?

 

Temp:  Roxanne had a feeling that Narcissa would also agree to the ‘request’ from Pride, and was soon proven right. It seemed that the Lab would now have a steady supply of corpses and funds, which could only be considered a good thing. Now that this situation was settled she could get back to eating. She went ahead and continued to enjoy her meal, not really paying much attention to anything going on around her. Her eyes wandered up and away from her food, now focused on the Doctor. It seemed that he wanted to dance with her, something which she hadn’t expected…but was actually excited about. Instead of speaking her thoughts, she bounced up and down in her seat and nodded excessively. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was happy about this.
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Eva had a feeling that her presence would be made clear in good time, and sure enough it was. It took very little time for Raul to approach her and Bandit. “Swapped out the gift wrap for a quick and personal delivery.” There was actually a bow tie that she was going to put on Bandits head, but she looked crappy enough as it is. Walking around like someones precious pet wasn’t going to do her or Eva any good, so she decided against it. The words that the two were sharing meant nothing to her, but she kept her eyes on them both regardless. Obviously they had some sort of history, though she did not wish to know it. Her job was done. She nudged Bandit towards Raul when she turned to face her, keeping her Makarov pointed at her while she did so. “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The rest of the money that she was owed would likely be delivered to her in time. Raul didn’t seem like a fool, so crossing her would likely not happen. With her work done and her statement made, she holstered her weapon and turned to walk away. The crowd blocking her path was rather irritating, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Unless she was needed for something else she would now leave the building.

 

Moo:  Narcissa jumped from her seat quickly, nodding excitedly at the Doctor. Not a moment was wasted while she turned on her heels to the buffet table, where she would pile her plate with a variety of food. None of it would be wasted, so long as it tasted good! Employees stood about the table, describing the different delicacies. The monster didn’t care. She stepped around them and grabbed a handful of whatever, ignoring the tongs and looks that were shot her way. She was smiling happily, completely oblivious. “Food, food, food~!” she chanted while she practically skipped back to the table.
Narcissa’s plate was set on the table and she sat down, immediately picking up a particular meat to bite into. “..YUM!” She hummed merrily to herself while she chewed, pausing to swallow and take another bite. The plate would certainly be cleaned in no time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The leader of the Anarchy Division announced, after giving Bandit a good little nudge not to try anything stupid. Raul seemed to be amused by Bandit’s crass spirit, and her spitting only left a slight smear on the floor at his feet. His luminous green eyes did catch sight of the collar around Bandit’s neck and this only made his smile widen. “Indeed it is. By all means, do return at your leisure when you are able to. I look forward to ensuring the entertainment and comfort to you and your men.”The Warlock bowed politely before Eva, then turned his attentions back to the wicked Bandit, who was causing the diamond dogs to snicker and point at her from their places at the table. Already they could see that the night was going to be even more lively than it had been before. The Warlock snapped his fingers sharply, which caused the collar around Bandit’s neck to tighten to a point where she would not be able to get her fingers between her flesh and the leather. That done, the Warlock then approached the girl, his masculine scent mixed with that of the cigar smoke and cologne worn.

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“I see you are sober, my little Bandit. How amusing. When I found you you were…how shall we say; well and truly wasted. You barely struggled as I took you. Sexual pursuits in a dark alley has a certain hedonistic charm to it, don’t you think?”

The Warlock walked around her slowly, then using his index finger he used it to press to her flesh and make her turn to view another table in the House of Red lust. A gentleman was seated opposite another red headed beauty and he was feeding her chocolate covered strawberries. She slowly licked away at the chocolate, teasing it with her tongue as the skirt of the table moved with the obvious signs that they were doing more than playing footsies. The man…looked familiar. Very familiar. In fact….he was the man of her dreams.

“What I liked was when you let me drink your nectar in the brothel. Though…you called me a different name. What was it? He tapped his lip as it would become clear that the man at the table looked a lot like Riley. Raul had probed Bandit’s mind enough to know what he looked like…and the collar squirted a small spray of mist towards Bandit’s face to help her see…..what the Warlock did. A mist that helped to trick the mind of the unwilling. The couple at the table were now leaning towards each other, kissing and petting whilst the music swirled and became more decadent in the foreground.

“Oh that’s right. Riley…Riley was his name. You remember…don’t you, my little bandit.”

The Warlock leaned into where Bandit stood, as the couple went to stand, and the courtesan was leading “Riley” off to one of the more private rooms. Riley looked back at Bandit and then he tossed down something on the table, before following the beauty off to the seclusion of a suite.

Watching this and Bandit’s reaction if it was how he would have suspected, the Warlock chuckled and said. “What are you waiting for? Are you going to flee the club….or see your long…lost…love?” The Warlock crossed his arms and waited for her answer.

House of Red Velvet : The Hell’s Kitchen lab table.

Never before had Wilhelm seen Narcissa enjoy herself as much as she appeared to over helping herself to a large serving of different foods from the buffet. It brought a smile to his face, and as he reached for his glass of wine, he raised it to toast his team. “To many nights like this one.”

At this the band struck up a fine tune. Violins playing sharply, and Wilhelm recognized the tune. The Masochism Tango. Grinning, he rose from his seat and walked around it, slipping off his dinner jacket and setting it over the back of the chair. The Good doctor reached for Roxanne’s hand and went to lead her onto the floor, which parted to allow the couple to dance.

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“WE DANCE!” Igor squeaked as he was ripped out of his chair and led to another part of the floor, where he was practically smothered by Trisha’s hairy bosom as she enveloped him in her arms and began to do her own version of the tango. All one could see was the flailing of Igor’s arm and the prominence of his hump sticking out behind him.

“Help…meeeeeee!”

~RB~

 

 

Special Delivery – SS

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  The man that owned this place must have been rich…like super ultra mega rich. There were beautiful women everywhere and everything in the place looked so expensive. Part of her wondered how the Doctor would pay for this celebration of theirs, but it really didn’t matter. Roxanne, Wilhelm, Narcissa, and even Igor would enjoy the time they spent here. As soon as food was brought up she realized that she hadn’t even looked over the menu. A slight panic shot through her as she looked at all her friends nervously. Thankfully, the Doctor knew exactly what he wanted…why not just copy him?“Umm!…I want what he’s gettin!” She looked at the waiter and nodded her head up and down in further approval, happy with this decision.

 

Moo:  
Narcissa had been so occupied admiring her surroundings that she had barely noticed the waiters who flooded their table. She gasped while she let go of Igor with haste, only to pick up one of the crystal glasses and peer through it at the people around them, and then more of the decorations throughout the room. Material things were called such for a reason…but they sure were nice to look at! She set the glass down after the good Doctor made his order. Narcissa wouldn’t have to look through the menu to know what she wanted! At least, not after he had pointed out the all-you-can-eat buffet. Roxanne had just finished noting that she would have the same as the Doctor when the monster slapped her hand down on the table, causing the glasses nearby to tremble momentarily. “I want the buffet!” None of that food would go to waste, surely! Not with Narcissa here. She would try every single plate of food that table had to offer. And she would even grab seconds for desert! She loved the taste of sweets more than anything, and had to be altered so she could keep the food down. It hardly made sense to strangers that an undead would want to stuff themselves full…only to waste any nutrients a mortal could obtain through the food.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor chuckled at how Roxanne wanted the same meal that he was having. Easing back in his chair, he watched on with delight at how his staff were reacting to the wild antics inside the Red Velvet. This was no ordinary outing, since the Doctor was more of a TV dinner type of guy, but with the success of his latest creation he knew that as soon as word got out about his plans, that they would be racking in the gold. So, one night out was well worth the expense considering.

Outside of the Red Velvet, a familiar black carriage pulled up. It was none other than Vicomte de Valmont. Having been sent by the Prince of Pride to find the good Doctor, he had decided to pull into the best little club in all of Lust to wet his whistle and feed his need for female flesh. As luck would chance it, he was walking right into the perfection situation, with the Doctor already there with his staff. Valmont was going to be able to kill two birds with one stone.

The waiter took the orders as each put them forth, and it was with a bemused expression that he heard Narcissa shout that she wanted the Buffet. It was a connoisseurs delight, with foods from all over hell and beyond. Mouth watering meals to please any palate. The waiter came back with a plate for Narcissa and directed her where she may start, as the others would be brought their entrees first. Igor, getting his hot pocket.

As the Doctor was about to tuck into the soup – his spoon held elegantly, they would be approached by the wig wearing Valmont, who made a showman’s like introduction.

“Ah…Doctor, so good to see you. Ladies.” He said, acknowledging each at the table, before seeing Igor and raising a brow. “Nice hump.”

The Doctor placed down his spoon and placed his napkin on the table, before rising to shake the Ambassador’s hand.

“Valmont, what are you doing here? Or is that a ridiculous question considering the many beauties?’ The Doctor shook Valmont’s hand warmly before offering him a chair at their table. The Ambassador instead shook his head. “I have a special booth that I am going to, but before I do. I need to speak with you about….your latest project.”

The Doctor tilted his head, wondering why the Ambassador would want to discuss business before pleasure. “What of it?” The Doctor asked, before the Ambassador got right down to business. “I’ve been advised to inform you that the Prince of Pride – Astaroth is going to be employing you and taking all the soldiers you can supply….PLUS provide you with a near endless supply of corpses.”

Wilhelm was somewhat shocked by this. He hadn’t even begun a promotional campaign for his new warriors. “Are you serious? How did he even know about it?” It was a good question, and the Ambassador twirled a blonde lock of hair around his finger. “Oh…a little bird told him. None the less, he wanted to make sure that you were informed directly, hence my stopping by before going off to enjoy one of the Diamond dogs.”

The Doctor paused, before looking at his staff and wondered what they thought of all this. “Roxanne? Narcissa? What do you think? Should I accept?” Wilhelm thought highly of his staff and in a matter such as this, he wanted their input.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t surprised that Narcissa decided on the buffet, it completely fit with who she was. Undead or not, the girl certainly could eat! She couldn’t help but smile and wave at all the people that she walked by, completely unaware of their lustful stares. Her body fit right in with this place, though she would never understand such a thing. Once all the food was brought to the group of friends, Roxanne giggled in excitement. There was a moment of silence and stillness from her as she examined the food, but that would all be tossed aside as she began to dig in. She would wave at Valmont as he greeted them all, but was paying more attention to her food than the words being shared. When she was questioned though, she stopped completely. Her eyes wandered from the Doctor to Valmont, and back again. It took a moment for her to compute what they had been talking about, and her mind was made up just as fast. “A Prince is a good customer, and bodies are good! I like it!” She really didn’t know Astaroth, but a Prince was in his position for a good reason…right?
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Eva would eventually show up at the House of Red Velvet, having decided that she would deliver Bandit to Raul personally. Whether or not that was what he wanted didn’t really matter to her. The job was done and the package delivered, easy money. She nudged Bandit forward and through the front doors of the building, not giving her much time to think or speak. Her presence in the building was enough to stir a commotion, both because of who she was and the notorious weapon in her hand. Any demon she shot with the Makarov would be fucked, and they all knew it. “Special Delivery!” Her voice was loud enough to be heard despite the music and the commotion around them. Hopefully Raul would show up quickly and take Bandit off of her hands. She really didn’t want to know what he was going to do with the girl at this point.

 

Moo:  Narcissa clapped her hands excitedly in her seat while she was given a plate. “Buffet, here I come!” Just as the monster began to stand, the ever charming, wig wearing Valmont made his appearance. She plopped back down into her seat, looking slightly depressed for an instant before being greeted, to which she would smile again with a nod. Her time waiting through the small talk only made her fingers twitch and drum over the sides of the plate. Obviously, she was in a hurry to get to that table of food, as she barely regarded the small talk the two gentlemen were making.
Upon being questioned by the good Doctor, Naricissa would nod her head with enthusiasm. “The prince will have what he wants!” Pride definitely sounded like a spoiled prince! And having an endless amount of corpses meant good for everyone in the lab. The fact that Wilhelm had asked their opinions meant they were important! That was good! The monster’s drumming and continuous movement seemed to subside in the slightest, now interested in what the Doctor had to say.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With both Roxanne and Narcissa approving of the idea that the Prince of Pride take the super soldier contract, the Doctor gave Valmont what he wanted. Shaking his hand again, Wilhelm said to Valmont. “You go tell Astaroth that we begin working on his first shipment as soon as we return to Hell’s Kitchen. Again, I thank you for this wonderful news.” The Ambassador was pleased to see that there was no argument from the Doctor. When the Prince of Pride made up his mind to be the sole client, and that the Doctor and his team only worked for him, there was to be no misunderstandings of his intent. The only Kingdom to have access to this new secret fighting force would be Pride.

The Ambassador clicked his heels together, before leaving the lab team to enjoy their meals. Wilhelm urged Narcissa. “What are you waiting for, my dear? Go…load up your plate.”

With Narcissa probably heading off to the buffet like a shot, that left the Doctor with Igor and Roxanne. Igor was enjoying his hot pocket, now that Narcissa had left the table. The Doctor winked at Roxanne as she was about to enjoy the same meal as he.

“After this meal….we dance! Ahaha!”

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So different the Doctor seemed in this environment. But either way, his worries for where to get more corpses and who would pay was now solved.

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In another part of the Red Velvet, the Warlock was seated at a table surrounded by some of his risque dancers. They were all fawning over him, as he sat in the middle of the booth, watching out for signs of trouble amongest his clientele. So far the night had been drama free, and Raul noted that Valmont, the Ambassador to the Kingdoms was present. He always tipped big for some of Raul’s beauties. The Doctor and his entourage were enjoying the Velvet’s menu, even the hunchback. Everything was going beautifully, but the night was about to get even better, with the arrival of the leader of the Anarchy division – Eva. Her voice sang out over the crowd, and it was unmistakable. Grinning like a fool, Raul got up from his table, much to the disappointment of the women that surrounded him. All with eyes like slits at whoever had garnered Raul’s attention.

“Special Delivery!”

Those words could mean only one thing. Eva had captured Bandit. Making his way through the crowd and past the tables of patrons, the Warlock approached the pair with a devilish look in his eyes.

“Gift wrapped, I hope.” He sneered.

 

~RB~

 

Let’s Celebrate – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

co-written with Moo & Temp.

 

Moo:  A celebration? The sound of that had Narcissa jumping for joy. She’d hardly traveled away from the laboratory! Her giddy exterior was almost overwhelming for any normal person. Luckily, these people were quite the opposite. Save Igor, who could probably survive much better without her presence. She clapped her hands together and tilted her head with a smile just as he let out his little yay.
“Hm?” The female monster turned her head, her torso coming down in a half bow as she gazed down at him. “Igor?” It looked as though he were down for the count. She slapped his cheek a few times, lightly. And when that didn’t work, she picked him up by the arm and lifted him. “Igor, you’re going to miss dinner! And dancing!”
The girl’s prodding was silenced as the Doctor piped up once again. She turned her head, dropping Igor to the ground in a thud. The House of Red Velvet? That sounded delightful! Like the cake! Maybe they served cake there! Despite not needing to eat, it was no secret Narcissa liked the taste of food. She could splurge on it as much as she wanted! But… “What would I wear?” It was a problem she’d had often, being much bigger than most average girls. Her lips set in a slight pout while she looked to Roxanne for help. “Does Roxy have any ideas?”

 

Temp:  Roxanne was very much excited due the apparent success of the Doctors experiment. It seemed that everyone else in the Lab shared in her enthusiasm, except for Igor of course. He was always such a serious little guy, but she liked that about him. Honestly, she hadn’t quite expected a ‘formal’ celebration to take place, but was happy about it regardless. This Red Velvet place sounded awesome, and she was definitely excited to go there with all of her friends. Narcissa’s quest for something more normal to wear was one she could help with. Roxanne quickly hopped over to her and snagged her by one of her hands, immediately tugging her along with her towards a different room. She kicked the door open and turned on the light in the room, revealing it’s contents. “This is where I put all the belongings of the more…feminine…dead. I’m sure we can find something here!” She gave Narcissa a reassuring look and let go of her hand, giving her the freedom to look through the room.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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With the girls both occupied in getting their glad rags on for a night on the town, it was time to get the Lab’s roadster ready for the night out. Igor limped along after the Doctor, still smoldering after being part of the lightning harnessing with Narcissa. The smell of burnt hair was a bit on the nose, even for the likes of the good Doctor. As he activated the rollerdoor, he shook his head at what Igor was wearing.

“No no no no. You can’t go to the Red Velvet in a burnt robe. Go put on something snappy. Top hat, tails…the works, Igor.” The hunchback was never normally asked out to a night on the town, so he was a little apprehensive. “But Master…can’t I just stay here and work on my bug collection?” Truth be told, he was scared of being anywhere near Narcissa. Whether she knew it or not, she made the poor hunchback’s life hell.

“Igor…you are going to come to dinner, or…I shall put an ant eater in your room to look after your bugs for you.”

“EEEK!…Alright alright.” The hunchback caved, and staggered off to go get cleaned up and dressed, while the Doctor tinkered about on the car. The roadster was a real show car. Ideal for picking up the dead, and taking out that someone special. Not that the Doctor normally dated, but he was a keen car enthusiast.

When he had the car purring like a kitten on steroids, he would honk the horn to alert the girls and Igor that it was time to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa found herself in the next room, giddy with excitement while she roamed around the room. Surely a dress wouldn’t be too hard to fit into! Sure, the woman retained curve and was six foot, but that wouldn’t stop her from looking spiffy tonight. She browsed over anything white or blue, picking things off the hangers. Her lab coat ended up on draped over a chair after she tossed it carelessly. The first dress would be thrown over her clumps of gauze and bandages, creating little bumps under the tight-fitting dress. A bit of a sulk passed over her face for a moment while she looked in the mirror. The dress was too short!
Next, next, next… Several dresses later and she was forcing her way into a new white dress. A honk of the horn let her know she was out of time and she flailed her arms. Amazingly enough, this dress fit over her body and hung to her knees. It would be good enough! So long as she didn’t move a lot in it… “I hope you’re ready, Roxy!” she exclaimed, rushing to grab the nurse’s hand. She would lead the way out to the car, only to greet the Doctor with a big smile. “We’re ready!” Only Igor was left. She puffed her cheeks, pursing her lips while she waited on the little hunchback. Her excitement was to a point where she wouldn’t be able to wait another minute for him. To which extent she wouldn’t even debate on bringing him out herself.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “IGOR!…WE WILL BE LATE!” The Doctor yelled, honking his horn madly as he waited for the pint sized assistant to make his way back to the garage. The Doctor got out of the front of the roadster, only to see Roxanne and Narcissa emerge hand in hand. They were both…a sight. A vision of female perfection. Well, in his eyes.

“My dear ladies.” He said with a sweep of his hand and opened the back door of the hearse to allow them both to sit inside in the velvet lined booth. “Such visions. You are both to be belles of the ball.” It wasn’t a ball, but the Doctor was enjoying being flowery in his speech. When both were seated he closed the door with a gentle click, before turning around and about to bellow for Igor again. Thankfully, the hunchback appeared. He was wearing top hat and tails, with shiny shoes. Small spectacles completed the ensemble. if only he wore a smile.

“I look…re – dick – u – lous.” The hunchback stammered. Igor grimaced and dawdled over to the car. The Doctor would have none of the bad vibes to spoil the night, and slapped the hunchback on the back. “Get in the back and we be off. Just think….all those diamond dogs wanting a bit of that hump…huh?” The Doc wiggled his brow. Igor let out a sigh, since he really didn’t like girls at all.

With a loud roar, the roadster pulled out of the lab garage, and off into the night.

~RB~

 

 

 

“IT’S ALIVE!” – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

co-written with Moo & Temp

 

Moo:  The door to the room burst open at the point of which Igor had just left. Who really knew if the poor fellow would be able to obtain the lightning as quickly as the Doctor wanted. But Narcissa was there for that! “Did I hear lightning?” she asked. Her arm lifted, holding a severed hand, and proceeded to knock on one of the massive bolts protruding from her head. “I can help, Doctor!”
Always the eager one, Narcissa made her way to the pair. “Hi, Roxy!” she greeted with a small wave of the severed hand. Her smile seemed permanent on her face at this point, the lower half of her face completely grayed in comparison to the upper half. Her skin was sewn together with different bodies, calling for different tints of blue, green, and peaches. “Oh!” The severed hand was tossed back without much attention, and a crash could be heard as it landed on some tools. A tilt of the head and she was chuckling to herself.
“I can create the lightning for you, Doctor.” One more attempt to position herself in the shop. She loved company, and who better than her own creator and his friend.

 

Temp:  There were all sorts of noises bouncing around the Laboratory, most of which would make an average person cringe. However, the individuals within the Lab were anything but average. Roxanne had immediately taken a liking to the sounds within the building ever since her resurrection. Now another creature would be brought to life, but this one was much different from her. The giant being that she was watching being put back together was a soldier, a weapon. Roxanne was a living breathing and ever growing individual. She was alive. The giant was a marvel of scientific knowledge, but it’s purpose was very much a singular one. There was no doubt in her mind that she was unique from this creature, and as such felt no jealous or negativity for it. Though, she did feel a bit bad for Igor. The poor guy was gonna have to get a little crispy in order to bring this creation of Wilhelm’s to life. She waved at him as he walked away, heading up to the tower with his kite. It was kind of cute…in a weird way. Roxanne then turned and looked at Narcissa, greeting her with a sweet smile and a wave from both her hands. “Narnar! Darlin’!” She blew some kisses her way as Narcissa approached, clearly happy to see her. Though, her thoughts were suddenly rattled as the Doctor placed his hands upon her face, making her blush heavily. This kind of attention wasn’t entirely unusual, but it was still something that she didn’t know how to properly react towards. Her hands were placed on top of the Doctors, giving him a very excited nod and look. “Yes…Wilhelm…I’m so glad to be able to experience this with you.” Her mind was on autopilot as far as words and actions were concerned, so hopefully she hadn’t crossed any lines or made the situation awkward for Narcissa.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Wilhelm lowered his hands, with Roxanne already holding them. For a moment he forgot himself, and then pulled back as Narcissa burst into the room. Eager as to be a part of the experiment. Yes, why didn’t the Doctor think of it before. Electricity was her gig. Not to mention Igor made a lousy conductor. And he smelt odd after a charring. While Roxanne and Narsissa exchanged greetings, the Doctor moved over to the large pull handle, that would lift the slab up to the highest point of the chop shop and allow him to set up the electrodes to the giant to ensure that all harnessed lightning filtered through to his latest creation.

“Narcissa….go up to the tower and assist Igor. Roxanne…get on the platform. We are lifting off.”

Once Roxanne had joined the good doctor the slab would start to raise up off the floor and ascend towards the ceiling, where a large double pair of doors would swing open and from there they could see the night sky, in all its glory. The Doctor had a pair of welding goggles on his head and he lowered them over his eyes, to protect him from the blaze of light that was sure to engulf his creation.

Up on the stair well, Igor was trudging along slowly. Muttering to himself about how much he hated this part of the operation. It didn’t just hurt to be struck by lightning, his hair often permed from the after shocks and it took him weeks to get that frizz out.

Little did he know that Narcissa was going to be helping him….sort of.

Already the sky was filled with blackened clouds. The onset of lightning from a far was now getting closer, as the long rumbles of thunder heralded its imminent arrival.

~RB~

 

Moo:  “Aye-aye, captain!” Narcissa said with a salute. Seemingly already charged with energy, she would rush out of the room as quickly as she crashed in. The frankensteinian would rush up the stairs, seeing Igor in a matter of moments. “Igore!” she greeted. The hunchback seemed surprised by her presence. One might have thought he would be relieved to see her, but it was quite the opposite.
“Let’s go help the Doctor!” she exclaimed, grabbing the poor man’s hand. She rushed up, practically dragging the fellow along until she reached the top of the tower. The storm could be heard from inside, echoing down the stone walls and steps. Thunder sounded in the distance and Narcissa found herself smiling wider than before. “Perfect timing,” she chanted to herself.

Upon centering herself on the tower, she took Igor’s hand. He looked regretfully to the female monster, barely attempting a smile. “Cheer up, Igor!” she told him. “We get to help Doctor!” A remorseful look would cross his face before lightning struck moments later.
The shrieks echoed over a portion of the city, accompanied by enthusiastic feminine giggles.

 

Temp:  Roxanne nodded at the Doctor upon receiving the order to join him on the platform. It seemed that the time had come, thanks to Narcissa. She hopped up and onto the platform and stood next to the Doctor, looking up in anticipation. They were all mere moments away from all contributing to the creation of a magnificent creature. The earlier ‘incident’ with Wilhelm was something now in the back of her mind. She was just so excited for this experiment to finally be completed.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Ever enjoyed fourth of July? Well, Igor and Narcissa were lighting up the sky more so than any fireworks display imaginable. The blast of blue electricity fed down from the pair into the conductors and receivers with massive cracks and jolts as the electricity then headed down the next cable and right into the electrodes that were lined all over the creation’s body. With the goggles on, and Roxanne by his side, the Doctor raised his arms up to the sky and shouted.

“TODAY..TODAY WE WILL BRING THE DEAD BACK….AGAIN…AND AGAIN!” The Doctor cackled with laughter as Igor’s screams continued to ring out through the night. Slowly but surely, the massive surge of electricity was filling the creation that lay tied down to the hoisted slab.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGH!” Igor screamed his hand locked onto that of Narcissa, who was really enjoying being part of the experiment. She was a super conductor and a useful one at that.

A low growl came from the slab, and the Doctor gasped as he looked down and saw the giant’s eyelids start to flutter. The Doctor waved his hand for Narcissa and igor to stop harnessing the lightning, as he took out his stethoscope and placed it to the giant’s chest. A beat….then another….then ANOTHER. The Doctor rose slowly and his face was riddled with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

“IT’S ALIVE…..IT’S ALIVE!”

Wilhelm grabbed Roxanne’s forehead and kissed it.

“MWAH!” You could tell he was pretty happy about it.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s body lit up in the places where metal decorated her skin. Blue charges were rather apparent while she stood still, holding her arm up to the air. She was grinning, perfectly still. The electricity flowing through her body would amount to nothing more than small tickles and tingles. Poor Igor on the other hand was dealing with full impact. His body shook violently while he shrieked, hair frizzing out to its maximum length. The sight was pretty comedic on its own!
The female monster looked down in time to see the Doctor wave at her. The conductors had apparently done their job, just as she had! She laughed as she lowered her arm and rushed down the stairs to escape the lightning. Igor dragged along, still experiencing after shock while his feet thumped down the stairs, sliding–falling, sliding–falling. Her strength would help him stay upright, however.
Upon entering the room once more, the doctor was crying out, rejoicing. Narcissa laughed and applauded happily in the background while Roxy’s forehead was kissed in celebration. “Yay, Doctor! You did it!”

 

Temp:  Roxanne and Wilhelm continued to ascend on the platform while Narcissa and Igor dealt with the lightning situation. She couldn’t help but laugh as she witnessed Igor get zapped. All his hair was frizzing like crazy, and somehow reminded her of a poodle. Her body wiggled in excitement as the electricity flowed through the creature. The Doctors excited words and actions were doing wonders in adding more fun to the scene.“ARIIIIIIIIISE!” She wiggled her hands at the creature as the lightning kept streaming into it, as if he would have some sort of effect. Eventually the lighting stopped just shortly after a growling sound was heard from the creature. The Doctor was quick to check for signs of life from it, and sure enough…he found it. He shouted in pure joy that it was now alive, and even went and kissed her on the forehead in celebration. Her cheeks were quick to redden, but it wouldn’t stop her from hopping up and down in joy.“WE DID IT WE DID IT!!!!” What a magnificent day this was turning out to be!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Through the combined efforts of all in the lab, the giant upon the slab was now growling fiercely. Its fingers twitching beneath the restraints. Eyes of fire now stared out and around at its surroundings. Both the Doctor and Roxanne were dancing and jumping about as the slab started to lower back down to the ground of the lab. Meanwhile, Narcissa was dragging Igor’s smoking body back down the stairs. You would think he was a golly wog by the way he appeared. His face black and his hair all frizzy and standing on end. Smoke was still coming out off of his clothes and he groaned weakly as the others celebrated. The slab landed with a heavy thud back on the main floor of the lab, and the Doctor immediately started checking vital signs and getting read outs from his computers. All of which were offering perfect analysis of the creature. It was a little too early to release the restraints, as the Doctor had not yet given the okay to Roxanne, but it was only a matter of time.

Tearing off his goggles, and tossing them onto a work bench, he then started to strip off his lab coat which revealed a tailored suit underneath.

“Narcissa….Igor…Roxanne. To celebrate our triumph I am taking you all…out for dinner. Maybe dancing.”

Igor let out a little yay, before falling backwards and landing with a light oomph on the floor. Some smelling salts and he would be right as rain.

“I ….know this little club that do a fabulous buffet. The House of Red Velvet. Get your best frocks on, my dears.”

~RB~