Trolling Family Madness!!!!! xD !!!!!!

[Setoku]

Alright Shinamori clan people and people who RP with Shinamori's.... Like Jet and Three/Styx... Mount up, let's see your posts! You too Michiyo w/e you changed your name too! GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!

[straywolf174]

The air was cool against her skin as Stray sat upon the throne, a pretty little crown perched on her head, supposing to be a gift of some sort, perhaps a friend or feeble play mate who amused her.

Whatever the reason she had decided to wear the trinket, it was anyone's guess, asside from the knowlage she dare not admit.

Her toungue ran along the inside of her cheek, clawed fingers thrumming lightly on a bent knee that caused her posture to be far from mannerly. The thought made her smirk...but soon it frailed to a thin line as a familiar presence claimed her senses, making her eyes narrow in annoyance...

"What do you want, Flea-kun?"

[Setoku]

Setoku sat in a lavish room, the edge trimmed with gold, the walls a lackluster white, along with shiny, marble-simulated tile. In truth, it was merely magnetic plastic tiles glued against the concrete, but you know. As his Princess before him, he too, sat upon a throne. A magnificent opal white throne! A sink adjacent to his left. And not only that! He was.... singing...? His voice wasn't it's usual tenor, with his soothing, if not laid back vocals... Instead it seem to come out at pitched, and cracking intervals... Almost as if... Puberty were hitting a human child.

"THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS UH WANTS WANTS WANTS...! THIS IS A----!"

His wonderful singing was cut short, as a few words seemed to echo in his mind, false imprints... as if a whisper... a small prelude to a time long forgotten....

"What is it you want, flea-kun?"

Setoku almost jumped off his throne, reaching for some paper that hung next to the sink. Before he stood before his queen, from her own personal bathroom of course, he needed to wash up! But his heart rung hollow (hahaha, get it?!) when he realized there was.... no paper left!!!! His chest heaved involuntarily, as he groped around the counter top for something, anything! And then... he found it. Stray's wedding dress. Slung lazily from the side of the sink like the slob she was. His eyes grew wide, as he stared at the dress, as if willing his ressurcion forward to quell the threat!

----5 Minutes later.----

"Stray-hime!!!"

Setoku fell out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed red. Something held behind his back, clearly, yet he made no motion to imply he actually held anything there. He bowed his head respectfully, biting his lower lip as he did. This was her and Lyonin's crowning achievement he had just ruined. He needed to hide it, and replace it! For if it was discovered Setoku had used the dress for such a purpose..... The consequences could be..... dire! (-Que epic music-)

"So... I was just cleaning your bathroom, like a good little follower... and I noticed.... Your dress! IT WAS MISSING!"


(See? DO YOU SEE THIS STRAY?! The beautifully crafted writing, the wonderful placing of grammar errors, the lovely placing of improper punctuation...! My god... It is a masterpiece... Just like....! -Points to the other thread with a similar name.- I do hope you enjoy it, and come up with a witty, yet equally beautiful response... And then, as gods of this board, we can show them how it's done.... Yes?)


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[straywolf174]

The words rung a cold impression, an ear bending only slightly in an effort to understand the sound that bounced off the seki-seki walls in a...well, quite empty manner...similar to death. (Or one of the fraccione's innards...)
Perhaps death stood by Setoku now (as it did the false beings who so arrogantly dismissed her exsistance among the true royal bloodlines,) as he spoke unto her as her head tilted down in anger, if not clear shock - or, perhaps an eqaul mixture, causing the glitering, royal gift to fall with a metalic and distant clang on tile so far below her pretty white throne.

Stray had only peiced together the dress of her beloved unity...being...missing? Twas' odd to hear, knowing that she kept everything in certain places - untidy they may be. So, if setoku had so graciously informed this...

Her lip curled in disgust at the smell of her younger brother. Despite being with wroth over her adored garb, she needed to adress a more...royal affair.

"Setoku!" she barked, scrunching up her nose in disgust at the smells of his former waste clinging to him from long flushed dung...seemingly lingering to her sensitive nose. "How do you ever care to compete with my reign carrying a stench like that?!"

Her clawed foot padded the ground as she landed, appearing beside him in a rather hunched, predatory manner. "It's no matter, it seems to me...you have used my chambers as your personal defacation place. So tell me, who do you think you are!? And how would you know where i keep my belongings?!"


(Note: i dare say my humor is too...innapropriate and vulgar to enter in a post now that i have a pretty blue cloak, but i shall ATTEMPT writing an...adeqeute, horridly wriiten reply just for you.)

[Setoku]

(Tch, not dark enough Stray-hime. Now we get serious. And fun all at once.)

Setoku's eyes bolted to the side as Stray appeared next to him. Time was up. Setoku spun to the left, ducking down and throwing the stained dress directly on course for Strays head. In mid-turn he pushed him
self away from Stray, sliding away from her using self momentum.

"It's missing alright, Silly girl. And you call yourself a queen. Still a mere princess to me."

Setoku's slide came to a stop, and he rolled his shoulder, causing a hilt to slide into his waiting palm. From behind him, a butlers voice rang out.

"Sir, your tea is quite ready, I dare say."

Setoku stopped, looking over his shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm the butler sir, hired by The Lord to serve well"

Setoku frowned a moment, looking back to Stray, then over his shoulder again. Then back to Stray.

".... Are you... Seeing this? What kind of idiotic Hollow hires one of these things? I mean..."

"Sir I assure you The Lord and His Family are not---"

"Family? What the hell... I mean, we are hollows! We don't have families!"

"Sir, you and Lady Stray are family, are you not?"

Setoku went to speak, then stopped, looked to Stray, then went to speak again, but stopped once more. There was a bright purple flash, and Setoku's Reishi sword was protruding from the mans throat. Setoku looked to Stray again.

"Can you believe the nerve of that guy? What kind of Hollow has a butler? Besides... A uh... "Special" hollow? Not that there is anything wrong with a retar--- I mean, special hollow. Any ideas?"

[straywolf174]

Stray's eye twiched in annoyance as her heel spun, avoiding the rancid dress in a graceful spin of curves and hair, crouching low in a predatory pounce---

"Stray-Sama, your clothes will get dirty!!" a shrill voice echoed, causing the once blood thirsty queen to growl in annoyance.

Crap...i thought she died...

Soon as the words passed her cerebral cresses, the afterthoughts of early morning crept in; awakening to a maid who was, for some odd reason,bringing ugly, human dresses out of what she could only assume as a glorified garganta - "I am retreiving master dormamu's laundry" - the the red head, to which Stray cocked an eyebrow, before she reached over and cocked her own Human Revolver and shot the maid in the face.

Apparently...just as the portal did...these things were hired by a very...stupid being who could not devour enough souls in his earlier years.

Straightening herself, the maid dared to embrace Stray in a worried panic, as Stray looked over to Setoku's questioning look and the dead body beyond, before sighing and looking annoyed by the woman who smothered her.

"They would be completely ignorant to the world in which was granted...now, rat..." Her eyes narrowed at the ridiculous female, grabbing her face with taloned hands and firing a cero soon after.

She allowed for god modding just once to ensue a flashing overkill above her head, before waving it to disperse before the fourth wall veiwers questioned it.

"Setoku, i have a better question though...would a Hollow require medicine?"

The thought passed on a notion that a wandering maid claimed. Something of health...but...hollow were dead. There was nothing healthy about them!?

Stray, in the earlier situation, was quite hostile, tapping her foot and glaring at the woman before screaming at her in a furious impatience, "Witch, i eat people!!!"

She then proceeded in executing the fragile mouse before resuming her walk...ending up at het throne...yelling at Setoku...and being pestered by servants she never hired nor' wanted around.

Her head jerked in an annoyed flip of the hair, eyes rolling over dramaticly in her same-old "Don't mess with me" attitude, her eyes falling to the dress that lay in a dirty heap on the floor.

"What the hell is even ON my dress?!" she asked, stunned. "Men shouldn't have those issues, flea!"


(Why do i feel like this post is sloppy? Perhaps this is my bad
luck week...)

[Setoku]

Setoku watched the events unfold before him. He might of crushed the mans larynx with his sword... But Stray, in her elegant style, ended that poor frail girls life. But the next question threw him off his feet nearly.

"Sick.... Hollow? What the hell is sick? Did... Did he eat a human with a cold or something?"

Setoku dropped his left hand down, unfurling his fingers, causing his Reishi sword to literally rip from the mans neck, severing it, and his head, in twine, as it spun back into his waiting palm.

"Ah... The dress. Look, you ran out of toilet paper.... But enough of that.... Isn't that dormamru fellow was it? In mistress Eshilieths mansion...? I mean... I thought she was the only character among us that had one.... I mean, we have las Noches... That's it. Right?"

Just like his lady, Setoku was clearly destroying the fourth wall. His thoughts pulling over to how Eshilieth would react to hollow in her place.

"I bet she's standing there, eyes darting back and forth... Wondering what the hell is happening. She is after all, my most attractive and mean-tempered character. So attractive, infact... I was in a... Relationship... With myself?"

(I might do it. Eshilieth vs. those horrid rpers. She could decimate them with a single flick of he finger.... God! I love her <3 I wish she was real... v.v)

[jetxtreme]

Jet woke up with what seems to be noise from firing tank cannons and clash of swords and spears. Just a few seconds earlier, he's been dreaming of swimming in a river of luscious chocolate as his mouth opens to its never ending sweet sensation.

Now he wakes up, quickly rising in a sitting position because a turmoil, five meters from his room but sounded like he turned up his mega bass speaker to it's highest volume and played a music of the Queens.

His eyes half are open, with the trace of a dried up drool ornate the leftmost side of his lower lip up to his chin. (not sure if hollows drool, but oh well)

"Has World War III started yet? Oh please let me sleep a few days more then you can all start your war."

A few seconds later, the noise seems to have settled down as pieces of candies and chocolate bars revolve around his head lulling him back to sleep.

"Ah...sweets, you shall not escape my...."

Down he goes as the tentacles of dreamland entangled his arms and body and forcefully pulled him back to his bed.

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