Batter Up

[Wyvern]

Wyvern hums to himself as he wanders down one of the many halls leading to the Cabaret Room, dragging his tail over the recently vacuumed carpet with little regard to the jagged pattern that his stinger makes. A candy cane from CheerMynx's stash sticks from the lizard's mouth like a classy smoke, and he turns a chocolate coin gift protectively in his one of his claws. The reptilian Elder squeezes what appears to be a squishy blood red ball in his other claw, evoking a feral squeaking sound with each claw clamp, along with an occasional dribble of liquid from a tiny hole at the bottom of the ball. Wyvern pauses as he passes by a mirror near the door leading into the Cabaret Room, glancing into it and grinning at his own reflection. He strikes the most handsome komodo dragon look he can muster, then sets the blood red ball down on a counter top so that he can brush a few scales back on his head. He stops in mid-grooming, however, at the familiar sound of a Racouolettes incantion tone that rings from his portable crystal ball.

 

"Yeah?" Wyvern lifts the crystal ball to his snout, giving the image his full attention and not noticing the bat wing that slowly sprouts from the right-hand side of the ball on the counter. "Yeah. Yeah yeah. Yeah. Uhm hmm. Non-negotiable. Yeah. Jussst geld."

 

Wyvern turns as he talks, unaware that the ball has now sprouted a second bat wing, this one on its left-hand side.

 

"Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Take it eassssy, I got the product sitting in front of me as we speak." Wyvern turns back towards the counter and freezes at the sight of the ball, or lack thereof. He glances down the hall and catches sight of the ball flying away towards the Cabaret Room. "Yeah. Errr, yeah. Lisssten, something urgent'ssss come up, I'll call ya later."

 

Wyvern curses and stuffs the crystal ball back into his coat, racing after the blood red bat-winged ball which has now begun bouncing between the ceiling and the walls to speed up its flight plan.

 

"Hey!" Wyvern raises a claw and dashes as fast as he can, losing sight of the ball as it bounce-flaps its way into the Cabaret Room. "Hey! Ssssomebody stop that Almost Dragonic Brand Vampiric Batting Ball™!"

 

;-)

 

OOC: Open to all to join in, of course, be it brief cameo run-in with the Vamp Bat Ball or lengthy post!

[Venefyxatu]

Venefyxatu, pondering several issues that need his attention, is wandering through the Cabaret room without watching where he's going. Apparently, that's not a very good way to be wandering through any place in the Mighty Pen Keep, especially not if a certain Almost-Dragon is near. The Almost Dragonic Brand Vampiric Batting Ball, attracted by the Nether energies swirling about the Necromancer, heads straight for him and hits him right in the forehead. With a surprised yell, the necromancer takes a few steps back, his surprise causing the energies around him to swirl more frantically, sweeping the Almost Dragonic Brand Vampiric Batting Ball away in a particularly vicious torrent and causing it to emit a high-pitched "Weeeeee".

 

With a frown Venefyxatu looks around, concentrating when he notices the trace of Nether energy left behind by the Almost Dragonic Brand Vampiric Batting Ball. When he sees the thing, his eyes go wide and he takes a few steps away from it as he shields himself.

 

Bad move.

 

The shield, created with more Nether energy, attracts the Almost Dragonic Brand Vampiric Batting Ball again, with such great speed that it crashes through the necromancer's shield, hitting the latter in the forehead again. Now slightly dazed, Venefyxatu notices Wyvern and gets an idea.

 

"Wyvern, catch!"

 

With a quick gesture of his fingers, he redirects the Nether energy around him to catapult the ball back towards the Almost Dragon ...

[Wyvern]

"I got it!" cries Wyvern, bouncing up and down in his position and waving his arms in the air. The overgrown lizard doesn't notice the curve of his tail stinger as it hooks itself to a Cabaret Pen pillar. "I got it! I GOT IT!"

 

Wyvern's beady eyes go tiny as he notices all of the nether energies manifesting around Venefyxatu's pitch. He bites his lip and instinctively reaches for an Almost Dragonic Brand Imp Catcher's Mitt™, but not before the batting ball goes sailing past him with a velocity that rivals Orlan at a fashion modeling convention. The vampiric ball's resulting speed winds send Wyvern spinning, coiling him around the Pen pillar he stands next to and entangling him in his own tail. Wyvern reaches out with a trembling claw as he watches the ball soar down the hallway from which he'd came, noting that it now dribbles a much larger trail of liquid in its enhanced state of motion.

 

"Somebody get that ball, before it reaches the Pen's ressstrooms!"