Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 27, 2019 20:43:28 GMT -6
Patty walks over and takes Mike's disgarded, still mostly full drink, sniffs it and decides to take a sip. She makes a face like it's surprisingly good and then turns to the turtle and the masked man. "Could someone explain what the hells going on in English?" She yells loudly so they can hear her over the music.
Kappa sits by Patty, curled up in a ball, acting like a scared, little kitten.
Cal sits at the stool to Patty's right. Upset that his tea is now ice cold!
"I suppose, to an outsider, this is a rather confusing mess." Cal shrugs. "That woman singing karaoke, she's a demon, a literal demon and...uh... I don't think friend is an appropriate word. Hmm..."
"She's a meanie!"
"Now, that's a childish word... but not inaccurate!" Cal wags a finger. "You see, Patty, was it? I'm Cal, by the way, Calum Fox. The girl cowering beside you, I don't really know her name, no one does, but she goes by Kappa."
"Sometimes Brenda." Kappa adds. "Or Brandon when I feel like a boy!"
Cal honestly can't see that turtle as anything other than a girl. Especially when she's like this!
"Anyways, you wanted a simple explanation? Sure. Uh... pfft... we're magic and we often use our magic on people. That age wave in California? That was one of us. No one's taken credit, mind you, but it was definitely caused by a magical being. Vanity is well known for her transformation videos, in the mortal community and magic. She's loves cursing your kind with her sin and draining your life energy in the process! But she doesn't like being solo and often ropes in one of us in her videos."
"I hate them!" Kappa sniffs. "She's so demanding and she always criticizes what we do and she thinks I'm fat!"
"Kappa, she's saying that to mess with you."
"Well, it works! I feel so insecure around her! I hate it!"
"Did I explain the situation okay, Patty? Was it clear? I do tend to ramble. My apologies if I didn't make sense."
Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 28, 2019 0:16:38 GMT -6
The nearly 70 year old redhead nodded waving her hand as if she felt overwhelmed. "Yeah yeah I got it. Bossy demon with legs for days that's hot on transformations. We have a girl like that I'm my building... I'm just not sure what to do about this-" she said genturing at Kappa. "I'm not big into reptiles, no offense and don't even get me started on the Brenda/Brandon thing." She said with an exhausted sigh. "If it's all the same I'm going to just mind my business, drink my drink, cool my heels and then figure out a way to get outta this joint before things get a little too freaky for a good Irish Catholic girl from Southie." She explained propping her thick legs up onto the empty chair across from her.
Meanwhile as Vanity finished up Endorpha cletched her jaw and raised a finger. "You know I don't mind you strutting up in here every few days and raising hell... And you know I turn a blind eye from time to time when you turn my sexy young patrons into hot messes or feast on them until their doddering geezers. But honey, I can not, I repeat NOT stand by while you steal my song!" She says righteously as she marched tall up to the stage and grabs the mic with a swift snatch from the vixenous succubus. Once Vanity is off stage Endorpha turns to the speakers as if they were her own band. "Hit it!"
Name: Amos Crow Age: Looks about 30 or so. (( He lost count after 500 or so. )) Type of being: An Agent of Chaos and Discord. Fun Facts: -Owns a bar very much like this one -Has no allegiance with no gods or masters -Loves to be the center of attention
-It was about this time that the door would open up in this quaint bar. From the front, a man in a grey suit, and red tie would walk in. He wore a curious, if cheery looking smile and seemed to wonder if he was to be shown his seat or perhaps just pull up a chair, but from what he could tell he could probably just sit somewhere, so he slowly made his way to the bar to sit down, and get a drink. He said nothing, for a little. Just listening in, waiting for his chance to jump in.-
Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 28, 2019 13:45:35 GMT -6
Patty looks at Vanity unimpressed. "Who are you calling old sweetheart? I'm only 68!" She said taking another drag of her cigarette and folding her bingo-wing arms. She looks over at Calum. "And what does she mean you're always hanging out with mortals? You made such a BFD about me being human when I sat down here and she's making it sound like you pal around with folks like me all the time!" She says annoyed then looks at Vanity. "Well, c'mon now, tell us your game. I'm in." She adds motioning for Vanity to bring it on as she finishes Mike's abandoned drink in one big gulp and slaps it on the table.
Endorpha continued to sing her song onstage. She saw Amos come in and sit down. She had recognized him by reputation and pointed at him and winked as she sang. She was surprised to see him in this establishment but knew he was someone she wanted to keep on the good side of. She was also nervous about what a meeting between Amos and Calum or Vanity might result in. She blew him a kiss as she finished up her song. "Thank you ladies, gents, deities and lesser demons! I'm here all night!" She called to the room. "Okay Kappa, come on up here beautiful. You're up next!" She called to the turtle-looking creature standing meekly behind Calum.
Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 28, 2019 16:16:08 GMT -6
Patty looks over at Vanity then at Calum. "Who is she calling Grandma? Does she mean me?" The older Boston-Irish woman asks looking offended. "And wait you're doing to age these two girls? Are they real people?" She asked looking at the two attractive blonde women her daughters age. "And you two are cool with this?" She asks the girls.
Endorpha meanwhile sauntered off stage and toward Amos Crow. She had a big inviting smile on her face. "Hey handsome..." She said seductively and then more conspiratorially "What are you doing here?" She added with a bit of concern in her eyes, sliding a hand across Amos' shoulders.
Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 28, 2019 17:03:18 GMT -6
With a puff of pink smoke the two beautiful blonde 20-somethings appear in front of the group. Their smiles quickly fading as they look around frightened and confused.
"Where are we?" Kimberly asks with a slight Texas accent and tone of concern in her voice.
"And like, who are all of you?" Samantha asks backing away and hugging her sister.
When they hear the premise of the game and Patty's question they shake their heads vehemently.
"No! We didn't agree to be turned into little old ladies!" Kimberly says sounding horrified.
"We can't be old! Our livelihood depends on us looking young and sexy!" Samantha adds cupping her perky breasts as if holding them would protect them from getting old.
Patty looked concerned. "Oh god thats awful, we can't make these poor your girls into old women! Are you two like models or something?" She asked.
The twins shook their heads.
"No we're professional athletic motivators." Samantha explains.
Patty scratches her head. "Soooo you're like sports trainers?"
"Noooo we like use our gymnastic expertise to get fans hyped." Kimberly explains doing a high kick and pumping her fist in the air in a cheer.
"Ooooo you guys are professional cheerleaders?" Patty says getting it. She turns to Vanity and Calum. "You can't age these poor girls. They're cheerleaders for christ sake! Nobody is going to hire an 80 year old cheerleader! Nobody even likes seeing ME in skirts that short! And look at these girls gymnastics skills. You don't want to take those away with age do ya? It wouldn't be right." She pleads on the twins behalf as the two blondes nod enthusiastically and do a bit of their sexy cheerleading routine, causing Endorpha to 'woo' from the bar.
"Yeah girls! Shake those booties!" The green hair woman calls.
"Goooooo Cowboys!" The twins call with a smile at the end of their cheer.
Patty stops cold.
"Wait, you two are professional cheerleaders for the Dallas motherfucking Cowboys!?" She asks astounded.
The two young blondes nod thinking they found a fan.
"Fucking Cowboys cheerleaders. Age em! Shrivel their asses up! Make them REEEEEEEAAAALLLLY fucking old." Patty says with a fire in her eyes and pulls her shirt open to reveal a New England Patriots tattoo above her right breast. "Go Pats you stupid...grannies!" She says with venom in her voice.
Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 28, 2019 17:35:50 GMT -6
"My breasts!" Samantha says confidently and then hugs herself defensively and looks suspiciously at the demon. "I mean... why do you want to know?" She counters. Her sister looks on nervously. None of their cheerleading training had prepared them for what to do if magical beings suddenly threatened to turn them old.
-Amos watched with a bit of a patient expression. So they do their magic openly? He would say in his mind as he was actually impressed as he watched the aging show. Aging for Amos was old hat, a pun, but in truth he was more curious on the other people of the Bar. He knew not a one of them. He also tried to figure out what would look best on some of these girls. He could see the one who had spoke up about her breasts being her better attribute. Amos then smiled as he aimed his "finger gun" and fired. The Young girls outfit would look more like a Cosplay of a somewhat lewd Cheerleader, giving her more cleavage than needed, but it was going to be funny so why not? He then lowered his "weapon" and continued to look innocent. He planned not to really speak until spoken to, but it wouldn't stop him from adding his own touches here and there-
"That's rather amusing." A childish voice speaks kindly to Amos.
Name: Precious Priscilla Age: Manufactured in 1792 Type of Being: Living doll Fun Facts: -loves tea parties -loves plushies -loves sweets - knows extactly when and where you're going to die
"My name is Priscilla, it's ever so lovely to meet you!" The doll curtsies. "I'm quite familiar with those two. Vanity and Calum. Would you like to play with them? I'm certain they'd be ever so thrilled!"
-Amos' toothy grin drew across his face, his pointed teeth being exposed like a shark swimming in the sea- Well in all honesty, I was just watching, but I felt like tossing in a little flare of my own. -he said to the talking doll. His accent was English, with a hint of highland Ireland in there as he spoke. He then would introduce himself to said doll- My name is Amos Crow, traveler and Fey at your service! -he said with a slight nod of his head, as he turned back to focus in on the cheerleader who was having a bit of a time of it. He then realized, a bit earlier, the woman from before was trying to get his attention. Did she know him, or perhaps was she just being friendly. Another something to deal with later.-
Last Edit: Jan 28, 2019 18:28:05 GMT -6 by amoscrow
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6