CheerMynx

Dawgrim's jaw worked as he tried to think of an adequate way to finish the sentance, before a loud gasp interrupted the scene. "Oh Dawgrim! Is it true?!" Bounding up to him fresh from cheerleading practice, Triska threw her arms around Dawgrim in a hug, before pulling his head to rest on her chest. Alarm bells rang quietly in Dawgrim's head, but he was distracted by the slightly sweaty fur his face was resting against. "Oh of course it must be true! It's so obvious! I should have seen the signs! You and Blarr spending all that time together, the mud fights, your fashion sense..." Triska shook her head and blinked back Oscar-worthy tears. "And to think how much harder I must have been making your life with all of my...flirting!" Triska hugged Dawgrim even closer to her chest for a moment, before breaking away from Dawgrim to launch herself on a now very confused looking Blarr. Kissing him once on each cheek, Triska held Blarr at arm's length, eyes shining with emotion. "I hope you two will be so happy together!" Blowing a kiss to Dawgrim, Triska looked at the two of them with an expression of barely contained emotion, before she spun away and ran off, already dialling her cheer-mates on her phone...

"Wyvie?" Startled, Wyvern spun around to find CheerMynx standing in the doorway, frowning in confusion at the carnage. The cheerline was hefting a rather large stack of books, folders, and loose note paper in front of her. The pile was so tall that CheerMynx's outfit couldn't be seen, giving the impression that the Almost Intern wasn't actually wearing anything. "Is this, like, a toga party?" CheerMynx's gaze had finally come to rest on Wyvern's attire. "Cos, like, if you'd said something I could have helped with...um...the decorations?" CheerMynx trailed off as she noticed the troglyodytes that were still struggling with the rejected items. "Okay. Like, what's going on here?" Wyvern coughed to clear his throat and tried to draw the cheerline's gaze away from the increasing carnage. "Well...you sssee CheerMynx we decided to...er...tessst some...uh...hey what's with all those books?" The Almost Dragon smiled broadly in a weak attempt to distract CheerMynx from her questioning. "Oh, like, you know how I was at that presentation conference thingy last week for the dolls? Yeah, they totally loved it and they're willing to like produce a totally bigger range of outfits so I've like got to go through all these fashion books and totally start designing more outfits!" The cheerline grinned excitedly. "Well hey! Why don't we get you to the library to ssstart work on that and I can make sssure that everything here's tidied up!" Wyvern leapt forward eagerly at the chance to get CheerMynx out of the room before she saw the true extent of all the damage (and also to see if he could figure out what she was wearing from the side or back). The idea to offer to carry the books himself was only beginning to dawn on Wyvern as the fairy crawled back out from under CheerMynx's bed. Finding the scimitar once again, the fairy grabbed it by the handle and put all its weight into swinging it up. After a brief struggle, the scimitar threw itself into the air, dragging the fairy with it as it crashed into CheerMynx and Wyvern, knocking them both over in a deluge of books and paper.

"Wyvie?" Backing away nervously from the high-elves, Wyvern couldn't have been more relieved for the distraction of his Almost Intern as she turned up on set. Today the cheerline was dressed to the nines in the style that can only really be described as 'high class business woman'. Or perhaps cougar. The cream, silky pants-suit blended perfectly with CheerMynx's fur and clung in all the right places as she moved. Although it was obvious from the low cut that the cheerline wasn't wearing a blouse underneath her blazer, the securely buttoned jacket gave nothing away. Wyvern was too being disappointed by this fact to consider the irony in his own unwillingness to bare himself to the high-elves. "Wyvie, I like totally need to talk to you about- oh! Elvanus you're here already!" "Dar-ling!" Elvanus smiled at CheerMynx and hugged her. "My favourite client! Tell me, how are the prototype dolls coming along?" "Oh they're, like, so awesome Elvy!" CheerMynx enthused excitedly. "In fact I was totally wanting to talk with you about expanding the wardrobe range? I've got a publicity meeting next week and I like thought we should try and come up with some more options. I have some designs here already!" the cheerline offered the clipboard she was holding in her paws for Elvanus to look at." Still being somewhat cornered by Darla and Jim, Wyvern craned his neck to try and see if CheerMynx was using any of his personal favourites from her wardrobe in her designs, although once again to no avail. "These look fabulous, my dear," Elvanus smiled at CheerMynx. "If you'll just let us finish taking your...er...co-worker's measurements I'd be delighted to go over them with you." At the mention of Wyvern, CheerMynx looked up to see him now almost cowering in the corner. "Like, gee, Wyvie? What's the problem?" She tilted her head in confusion. "We're trying to get him out of these clothes for the figure outline, Miss," Jim tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. "He appears to be a bit...shy." Realisation dawned, and CheerMynx put a paw to her face to cover her giggle. "It's okay, Wyvie," she encouraged. "These guys are like real professional. I didn't have a problem with the measurement session at all!" Still smiling - although not unkindly, the Almost Dragon noticed with relief - CheerMynx continued: "Would it, like, help if I left and gave you all some space?"

The Almost Dragon was disrupted from his scheming by a cackle reminiscent of Mark Hamil's Joker. With an explosion of confetti, CheerMynx burst into the room, clad in a tighter-than-skin-tight jester's costume designed in the guise of Harley Quinn. "April Fools!" the cheerline crowed as she bounded excitedly around the room, letting off miniature fire crackers, party poppers, and exploding bags of glitter, soon filling the room with smoke, crepe paper, strings, and glitter. Coming to a halt in front of Wyvern, CheerMynx grinned with a kind of excited glee that was almost evil. Slung over one shoulder was a gigantic Bag-O-Trix that made Wyvern itch to see what interesting toys were hidden inside. "So! Like, do you want your birthday present (ohmygawdWyvieI'mlikesosorryit'slate) or your...other present first?" Suspicion ignored in favour of receiving any kind of gift from CheerMynx, Wyvern brightened eagerly at the thought. "Er...birthday!" He decided, taking the time CheerMynx spent rummaging in her Bag-O-Trix to try and figure out how she had gotten into such a tight costume...bodypaint maybe? "Here!" The cheerline produced a golden wrapped box with a flourish. Snatching the present from her, Wyvern tore into the glittering paper eagerly. Pulling the present out from the tangle of ribbon and paper, the Almost Dragon blinked for a moment at the figure in his hand. A six-inch CheerMynx 'action figure' grinned back at him. Outfitted in her standard cheering outfit and with a pompom clutched in each paw, the workmanship was somewhat remarkable for what amounted to a doll. "Like, do you like it? I totally thought we could do like a marketing thing with them! I've got some guys working on a doll for you too but it like kept bursting into flames? Anyway, whaddaya think? It's totally fully poseable too!" Missing the expression on Wyvern's face at that last comment, CheerMynx dove back into her Bag-O-Trix once more. "Aaaaaaand here's something else for you!" Before the Almost Dragon could blink, a worringly familiar bundle of fur was shoved into his hands. Looking down at the cerbihuahua he was holding, Wyvern only had a moment of relief that it wasn't Cerby, before the three heads looked up at him and bared their teeth. "I like, totally figured that since you and Cerby get along so well then you'd like totally love one of your own!" Grinning, CheerMynx giggled and swung the Bag-O-Trix back over her shoulder once more. "So! Like, whaddaya think?"

Dawgrim was distracted from his reviewing the script by the sound of giggles. Looking up, he brightened noticeable as the all-feline cheer squad trotted past the "gym" to set up for practice on a nearby field. Amidst the spots, dapples, and plain markings of the other girls, Triska's stripes made her stand out as more than just the head cheerleader. "Well, hi Dawgrim," she purred as she passed him, her short outfit swishing alluringly. Throwing the script away, Dawgrim ran a hand through his wig and attempted his most charming grin as the rest of the team ran past him, some of them pointing and giggling. Reaching their training area, the girls all huddled together for a team discussion, tails twitching tauntingly. Triska glanced over at Dawgrim again, before she grinned to herself and whispered something to her team. They giggled again, before splitting and assuming their positions on the field. Triska took front and centre stage, looking rather pleased with herself as she began to clap the beat with her paws. "Ready, okay!" At Triska's cry, the girls began to dance one of their most popular cheer routines in perfect rhythm and timing with each other. The cheer itself, however seemed to have been modified: "Like, Dawgrim, wow you think you're hot And King of the schoolyard But to win our Queen you need to learn To bring everything you've got! You totally want to date her It's like obvious to us But you really need to up your game If you want to make her purr So come on Dawgrim, don't give up The dance is nearly here Let's see your best to beat the rest And earn our Triska's 'yup'!" They finished their routine, Triska and half of the girls standing posed on the other's paws or shoulders. They stayed there for a moment, balanced perfectly, before they broke formation and, giggling en masse, trotted away out of Dawgrim's sight to practice in earnest.

"Wyvie?" The cheerline's voice carried an air of bewilderment with it this week, as she hesitantly made her way through the mess. "Like, where are you?" Head buried in another stack of papers, Wyvern was only able to grunt distractedly as CheerMynx eventually stumbled across him. "Like, what are you doing, Wyvie?" Pulling his head out from the stack, Wyvern turned to answer CheerMynx (or at least think of a suitable lie), before he noticed her outfit. Dressed in a corporate suit several inches too small in all directions, with her hair up in a bun and glasses perched on her nose, the cheerline looked like the lead in an adult film about librarians. Cerby was mercifully absent from her paws, although faint growls and tearing noises in a corner of the room suggested the cerbihuahua had found a new hobby for now. Noticing his gaped expression, CheerMynx did a twirl. "Like, what do you think? You said to meet you in your office so I thought it was like a clerical theme? Although, like, now..." the cheerline trailed off, looking dubiously at Wyvern's paper attire. Coughing nervously, Wyvern tried to think of an adequate excuse. "I wass...er...looking for sssomething?" "Oh! Like a scavenger hunt?" CheerMynx brightened at the thought. "Like, what're the items?" "Jusst one, actually..." Wyvern coughed. "I'm not sssure if you remember, CheerMynxy but you gave me a voucher a while back that I believe entitled me to a dansssce." CheerMynx frowned and tilted her head. "You mean the one you redeems a few weeks ago?" Wyvern's expression resembled one of someone who'd been slapped in the face with a wet fish. "Wh-what? No I didn't!" "Like, ya huh! I totally did the dance of the seven veils for you, remember?" CheerMynx tossed her head and began to rummage through her purse, eventually succeeding with presenting the piece of paper in question. Scrawled over the voucher in familiar (and very pink) handwriting was the word: Redeemed

"Wyvie?" Distracted, Wyvern and Kikuyu both looked up as CheerMynx entered the room. Taking full advantage of the imp theme, the cheerline was dressed like a classic cartoon imp: Tight, red bodysuit, forked tail, and devil horns. In one paw she clutched Cerby - looking less than pleased with devil horns tied to each head - and in the other she held a short, plastic pitchfork. "Like, I need to ask you about the theme this week! I totally went to wardrobe and they said this was like impish but it's also like kinda devil-like and isn't there some sort of difference? I dunno, like, whaddaya think?" CheerMynx did a twirl to show off her outfit, before she noticed the Almost Dragon in the grips of Kikuyu. "Oh! Like ohmygod I'm so sorry I didn't mean to interrupt!" Frowning slightly as she paused to try and think what exactly it was that she was interrupting, CheerMynx shook her head to clear it and continued. "Um, like, should I go and give you two some....privacy?"

"Wooooo!" CheerMynx burst into the room in a flurry of beads, feathers, and alcohol. "Woooooooo!" Making a beeline for the dancing parade, CheerMynx threw her paws up (spilling most of the drink she was clutching), let out another "Woooo!", and began to dance along. The cheeline was covered in brown and tawny feathers, an effect she appeared to have achieved by simply coating herself in tar and then jumping into a vat at a down factory. The result was rather impressive, if somewhat messy. Splashes of still-wet tar were flung about the room with every energetic momvement on CheerMynx's behalf. A half mask in the form of an owl was sitting crookedly on her face, and a suspicious number of beads hung about her person. Wyvern could only gape at the exuberantly dancing mess that was his Almost Intern before her movements brought her full circle back to him. "Wooooo!" She flung her paws up again, before hugging Wyvern (and getting part of her costume on him). "Happy Gardi Mras! I mean Mradi Gars! I mean..." CheerMynx giggled and readjusted her mask, spilling the last of her drink down her back. "Like ohmygawd Wyvie have you tried the punch?! It's totally AMAZING!" Shoving her drink at Wyvern's face, CheerMynx looked down into the now empty glass and frowned. "Like, gee," she mumbled, swaying slighty. "Where'd it go?"

Choking slightly as he struggled to free his tongue from the eraser, it took Dawgrim a moment to realise that he had earned the attention of not only Triska, but the entire (conscious) class. Even the teacher had stopped his bored script-reading and was looking at Dawgrim with a pained expression that might or might not have been a result of the clothespin. Grinning weakly at his newfound audience, Dawgrim yanked the eraser free with a 'snap!', wincing as he pulled his still tangled tongue back into his mouth. Triska put her paw to her face and giggled, while the teacher returned to his script. "Blah blah blah spices blah blah blah." Stealing another glance at Triska, Dawgrim was pleasantly surprised this time to see her smiling at him. One paw played teasingly with her hair as she winked at him. Dawgrim blinked stupidly for a moment, before he grinned back and sweeped his claws through his hair (nearly removing his wig in the process). Smirking, Triska tossed her hair and leaned back in her chair in a luxurious catlike stretch, making no attempt to hide her teasing. Not to be outdone, Dawgrim pushed back further in his chair until he was balancing only on the rickety seat's back two legs. Moments later, the school bell rang, its sound not dissimilar to a foghorn. Startled, Dawgrim lost his balance and fell backwards with a crash. His desk - which he had grabbed at with his tail in a desperate attempt for balance - crashed on top of him moments later. Groaning as he struggled to untangle himself from the broken furniture, Dawgrim was distracted from his attempts for freedom when he noticed Triska's paws standing a few inches away from his snout. Looking up at (the general area of) Triska's face, Dawgrim attempted another grin as if to say 'I meant to do this.' Purring a soft laugh, Triska tossed her hair once more and sauntered to the door, pausing only to look back over her shoulder. "Gee, Dawgrim, you don't wanna be late for gym class, do ya?" Winking, the most popular girl in school flicked her tail and left the room.

The cheerline's brow creased in concentration as she tried to make out the now slightly smudged scrawl. "It'sss...er...your valentine" Wyvern mumbled, claws twitching involuntarily as he fought the urge to snatch it back off CheerMynx. Before the Almost Dragon could take any decisive action, however, CheerMynx finished reading the poem and looked up at Wyvern. "Aww, Wyvie, did you, like, write this for me?" Blushing furiously, Wyvern nodded. CheerMynx clapped her paws together and giggled sweetly, before she bounced over to Wyvern and kissed the tip of his snout. "It's totally cute, Wyvie. Like, thanks!" Humming to herself, CheerMynx pocketed the poem before she picked up a mop and began to clean.

"Wyvie?" Wyvern brightened at the sound of CheerMynx's voice. Leaping up from his snoozing spot, the Almost Dragon slipped and stumbled, but for once managed to keep his balance as he turned to face the door. CheerMynx stood rather sheepishly in the doorway, her paws holding something behind her back. The cheerline was dressed in a pair of cutoff overalls (at least three sizes too small, of course). Various brightly coloured bandannas were hanging from her pockets, and a sequinned covered one held CheerMynx's hair back from her face. "Um, like, I heard about the mess and I wanted to know if I could help clean up?" CheerMynx bit her lip. "I'm, like, totally sorry about Cerby acting up like that and trashing the place and stuff." She shifted her paws behind her back, causing Wyvern to wonder if the cerbihuahua in question was what she was holding. Fearing that the canine was about to be brought out for an apology 'kiss', Wyvern could only grunt warily as he eyed the cheerline with vague suspision. Mistaking the Almost Dragon's fear for annoyance, CheerMynx coughed nervously. "Um, like, anyway, if you totally don't want me to help clean up I, like, totally understand, but I like finally found your present and wanted to drop it off." Taking her paws from behind her back (Wyvern flinched involuntarily), CheerMynx presented the Almost Dragon with a small, golden, and altogether Oscar-like statue. Printed on the base of the statue was "Best Pen News Presenter."

"One!" Wyvern froze and stared at the door, waiting for it to open. Nothing happened. "Er...One!" At first there was silence. Then a faint commotion could be heard outside. Then the commotion grew louder. In the space of only a few seconds, it sounded like an army was trying to break down Rhapsody's door. Suddenly, the door opened a crack and a somewhat dishevelled CheerMynx slipped inside. Her typical cheerleading outfit had today been redesigned in red and white, with a sequinned, glittery heart over her chest. The purse she was using to carry Cerby in was over-flowing with red envelopes and gifts. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, CheerMynx giggled and stumbled forward under the weight of her bag. Setting it down on a nearby couch, the bag spilled onto the floor as the cerbihuahua escaped. Shaking confetti out of its fur, the two male heads promptly noticed the doggy treats, racing over to gobble up the food and fight each other (much to the female head's disdain). "Like, ohmygod Wyvie, I'm so sorry I'm late!" CheerMynx giggled again and staggered slightly. The cheerline appeared to be drunk. "But like I was in my room getting ready and then a bunch of my fans totally showed up with presents and chocolates and wine and ~hic~", tittering, CheerMynx stopped and took in the room's decorations. "Like, wow, Wyvie! This place is totally awesome! Did you do all the decorations?" "Uh..." Wyvern tried to think of an answer, but he was too busy glaring jealously at the door, under which a small army of valentines seemed to be being shoved through. What sounded like the cheerline's entire male fanbase could be clearly heard fighting on the other side. The Almost Dragon's brooding was cut short as CheerMynx shoved a half empty box of liquored chocolates in his claws. "Like, try them! They're soooooooooo good!" The cheerline hiccupped again before diving into the pile that had exploded from her bag, muttering to herself. "Now, like, where did I put your present..." Taking advantage of the distracting commotion, a troglyodyte sneaked forward and slipped a card under her bag.

CheerMynx blinked at the disrupting Pennites as they exited past her, frowning slightly in confusion as she ventured further into the room and saw Wyvern's entangled state. Tilting her head, the cheerline took the tootsie pop she'd been sucking out of her mouth. "Wyvie? What happened?" "CheerMynx!" Wyvern looked both mortified and relieved at the cheerline's arrival. "It'sss really not what it looksss like!" "I like thought this week was the innocent week?" CheerMynx's frown deepened as she took in the tangled mess that was Wyvern's state. True to her words, CheerMynx was dressed like the leading gal in a 1950s afterschool special, complete with chaste blouse and skirt, a ribbon holding her hair in a ponytail, and the afforementioned tootsie pop. Her cerbihuahua had a matching bow around each of its necks - blue for the boys and pink for the girl, of course. Wyvern stopped long enough in his struggling to take in this effect. Truth be told, it was a very sincere attempt by the cheerline to fit the genre. And yet it was almost too innocent to be taken seriously. Especially as there was something about the way that she sucked on the tootsie pop... Shaking his head to clear it, Wyvern swallowed the remnants of his pride and whined. "Jusst get me outta here!" Stifling a giggle, CheerMynx flounced over to Wyvern. "Like, sure! Just mind Cerby for me?" Sticking the tootsie pop back in me mouth, the cheerline placed the cerbihuahua right in front of Wyvern and began to work on freeing the Almost Dragon, oblivious to the puppy's growling as she hummed to herself.

A small army of Kitten Minions swarmed into the room, taking up residence in various corners or on top of tables or investigating some of the stranger guests. They were followed shortly afterwards by CheerMynx, dressed to the nines in a low-cut, sparkling ballgown that would look more at home on the red carpet. In one paw she clutched a glittering leash, which split into three parts towards the bottom, one for each of the cerbihuahua's diamond studded collars. "Wyvie!" CheerMynx smiled as she glided up to the Almost Dragon. "Like, er, great party!" The expression on her face as she looked at some of the less presentable decorations begged to differ, but Wyvern was too busy drooling at the cheerline's attire by this point to care. "Oh! Like, hi Degorram!" CheerMynx waved to the shapeshifter standing next to Wyvern. "Like, I'm totally sorry I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm just gonna like go and meet some of the guests and stuff, kay? I'll catch you two later!" With another smile and wave, CheerMynx wandered off in search of her adoring public, the cerbihuahua working to gnaw on one of it's leashes as it followed.