Fic: Trickery (1/12) PG-13
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libra_travellerTitle: Trickery (1/12)
Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John turns evil, his team has to turn him back.
Author’s Note: This is Belisse’s plot bunny I borrowed.
They propelled John towards a sparkling throne where a man in lavender robes sat. The candle holders placed in the wall were made up of purple three-headed trolls. From the ceiling swung crocodiles with feather masks. Monstrous glass shells were placed at the four corners of the room, a disembodied voice whispering Shakespearian English sonnets, backwards.
A mushroom shaped stool slid under John as his knees wobbled and he crashed towards the floor. Little children appeared from the wings, scattering glitter in the air, most of it clumping in John’s hair. Under his feet were hamsters break dancing while tying John’s feet with twine.
“Welcome, John Leslie Sheppard, to my castle. I hope your stay guides you towards realizing your full potential as an evil overlord.”
“Excuse me?” John flicked away the hands of the birds attempting to tie his wrists. “You call this a castle? It’s made of cans!”
“Be that as it may, but it is mine, and you will respect both my builder, Clyde, and my interior designer, Wilbur.”
“Fine. What exactly are your plans for me?” His wrists tied, he could only gesture with his eyebrows.
“I am looking for someone to replace me within the next 15 minutes, and you seemed like a viable candidate.”
“Let me see if I have this straight, you tie me up and then expect me to take over as the ruler of these… people.”
“Exactly, now we need to decide a few things, such as how you will be addressed. I’m thinking your middle name will do nicely, perhaps, ‘My lady, Leslie‘. Yes, that will work.”
“Oh god, shoot me now.”
“As for how things will run here, you must pick someone to serve your managerial needs as well as your sexual ones.”
“Rodney. He’s back there with the yellow fairies. He’ll serve me.” John spoke up, then stopped realizing what he had just agreed to.
“Very well. That is all I have time to figure out, my bus is here, good day.” With that, John was in charge, and the ties immediately disappeared. John jumped up onto the throne and laughed in pure delight.
Next
Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John turns evil, his team has to turn him back.
Author’s Note: This is Belisse’s plot bunny I borrowed.
They propelled John towards a sparkling throne where a man in lavender robes sat. The candle holders placed in the wall were made up of purple three-headed trolls. From the ceiling swung crocodiles with feather masks. Monstrous glass shells were placed at the four corners of the room, a disembodied voice whispering Shakespearian English sonnets, backwards.
A mushroom shaped stool slid under John as his knees wobbled and he crashed towards the floor. Little children appeared from the wings, scattering glitter in the air, most of it clumping in John’s hair. Under his feet were hamsters break dancing while tying John’s feet with twine.
“Welcome, John Leslie Sheppard, to my castle. I hope your stay guides you towards realizing your full potential as an evil overlord.”
“Excuse me?” John flicked away the hands of the birds attempting to tie his wrists. “You call this a castle? It’s made of cans!”
“Be that as it may, but it is mine, and you will respect both my builder, Clyde, and my interior designer, Wilbur.”
“Fine. What exactly are your plans for me?” His wrists tied, he could only gesture with his eyebrows.
“I am looking for someone to replace me within the next 15 minutes, and you seemed like a viable candidate.”
“Let me see if I have this straight, you tie me up and then expect me to take over as the ruler of these… people.”
“Exactly, now we need to decide a few things, such as how you will be addressed. I’m thinking your middle name will do nicely, perhaps, ‘My lady, Leslie‘. Yes, that will work.”
“Oh god, shoot me now.”
“As for how things will run here, you must pick someone to serve your managerial needs as well as your sexual ones.”
“Rodney. He’s back there with the yellow fairies. He’ll serve me.” John spoke up, then stopped realizing what he had just agreed to.
“Very well. That is all I have time to figure out, my bus is here, good day.” With that, John was in charge, and the ties immediately disappeared. John jumped up onto the throne and laughed in pure delight.
Next
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on 2006-07-26 07:58 pm (UTC)*giggles*
'...,you must pick someone to serve your managerial needs as well as your sexual ones.'
'Rodney.'
*giggles some more in anticipation*
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on 2006-07-28 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-30 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-30 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-08 10:28 am (UTC)