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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:35 pm
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Twas the Night Before Christmas: An OWLS Holiday SpecialCreator of Roleplay
The O.W.L.S.: Into The Nol Era:Mahareshi Rorsch Summary/Introduction:Twas the night before Christmas....What happens when a bunch of Owls go and crash at Will's house in Japan the night before Christmas? This is a spoof, something I did for fun and I have no intention of publicizing it to the world. It's really for the people in the roleplay. So, feel free to comment once I post all 4/four sections of this piece of prose. It's a spoof off of that famous poem, and yes, some lines are either tweaked or reused from the original as well. Apologies for not finishing Part 3 in poetry because I had limited time. You guys will have to settle for this draft that I won't be going back to. I tried to bold character names in the poem and italicize text. I put asterisks next to some phrases I used that I thought might need an explanation for some people. Anyway, have fun. ContentsPart 1: A Peaceful Interlude Part 2: Stuff Broke Part 3: Freaking Out Means More Stuff Breaks Part 4: Return of the Master of the House
Characters Appearing Belong to:
Mahareshi Rorsch - Roulin, Moli, Thomas, Timothy/Tim
xxHakaxx - Raven, Nat
Nicko1421 – Lucien, Sibal, Dante/Tattered, Anderson, Adam
NeophantomX – Itachi, Nova/Full Metal Owl
dragon-talk/dt – Anya, Owen, Kate Jule, Sydney
Scythe de Zaran– Armand, Will/Santa, Amaya, Benkei
Demon Eyes Zero/Dez – Flo, Light/Gaeta/L
Solaris Beauty – Noel, Aeon, Amara, Vincent, Aaliyah, Sabrina
YG Syrious Jones – Noah
Chris Shadowheart– Demios
Alyss Surea
Falconblade7591 – Kojiro
Scythe: Guess that was jolly Saint old Nicko-less.
Everyone else: That was lame. *smack*
Scythe: Sorry, Nicko. |
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:42 pm
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Part 1: A Peaceful Interlude
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Will’s house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
But that was such a terrible blatant lie,
Although twas true that never was there a fly;
The master of the house was conveniently out,
Due to a task where he was to deal with a clout
As part of a fool’s errand Noel had forced on him
For the holidays to stretch him out on a limb;
The servants had been blessed with a few days off
Without fears of being eaten by a wolf;
The quaint house was quite spacious and warm,
Everything in utmost perfect form;
A delicious aroma drifted through the house air
Courtesy of Amaya, Vincent, and Armand’s care.
The Owls were all crowded in the living room,
While TV images danced in view with a boom;
The figures on the screen dashed in this video game,
And though some thought this SSBB to be lame,
Dez’s Gaeta remained the all time winner;
Noah could only fume and call him a sinner;
But Gaeta was too lazy to lose, so he said,
And Timothy could only feel his face get bright red
Just because the others just wouldn’t share…
Even Sabrina with her teddy bear;
Nearby, Anya was scoffing and making photo mustache doodles
As Itachi was busying himself with tasty ramen noodles;
Owen was peeking over Anya’s shoulders secretly grinning,
And ice Kojiro was kicking Benkei’s character and winning;
Noel, Sydney, and Dante were slowly sipping hot tea
But Roulin was bugging Dante to play with a great Whee!
Meanwhile, Thomas was trying to be a goddamn cheap a**,
Anderson countering with a calculated pass;
Nat was batting at other people with a Ness
While Demios was dishing his own with a mess;
At the corner, Aeon thought they were all just weird,
As Anya continued to draw a new beard;
Sibal’s eyes were closed, his figure just like a silent statue by the wall;
Lucien simply watched the others, not taking part in an inane brawl. |
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:48 pm
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Part 2: The Breaking Stuff Part
Just once for the holiday spirit, finally Dante relented with a sigh,
And giddy Roulin dragged his uncle over to give the game a sincere first try;
Most of the diverse players were mostly having a ton of random fun,
Even Amara, Flo, and Aaliyah who didn’t usually share the sun;
Until finally, Raven became pissed off,
And Moli could only type in his text ROFL;
(Or Haka was really actually high off vodka
And Mahareshi was calling her a mere baka
As Alyss was trying to kiss him under mistletoe for love
And Solaris rolling her eyes upon seeing a pure white dove wink
In his “excitement,” Dante accidentally let go,
And his controller flew into the TV with such a devastating blow…
A couple of the once joyful competitive Owls there sadly went “Oh…”
One mumbled, “He didn’t have to go so low…”
Already enraged, Raven let out a terrible cry
As the last she saw of her character was it go wry;
The small dainty console received a terrible shock
That sent it flying into the wall like a mere rock,
Leaving on the white clean wall a huge massive crack
And pieces of wall smacking against Sibal’s back;
A couple of the adornments on the wall tilted in their position
Or just simply fell from their place into the floor without opposition;
Lucien said, “God, that’s unbecoming of someone of your stature.”
Whether that meant Dante or Raven or someone else was a rapture;
While Nova lamented “OH, NO! I WAS AT THE FINAL BOSS!
GOD! ALL MY SAVED DATA FOR FF!!! WHAT A LOSS!”
Kate Jule mumbled something cryptic about Yule and a Claus,
At which Amaya wondered if Nova needed a floss;
To the rescue fix immediately went the short Nat,
And Armand as well but not before calling Raven fat;
That earned the prank scientist a nice big slap,
But Kojiro went in and helped with a clap;
Meanwhile, in his anger, the Full Metal Owl dented the walls only more;
It was clear they wouldn’t be able to have some peace and some tasty s’more;
With raucous clatters, statues, vases, and other priceless antiques broke,
Even the most advanced of gadgets and gizmos went up in smoke,
The priceless ornate paintings dripping,
And canvases and others ripping,
As the Owls fought and cried in their varied emotions
Not the least interested in doing that old Locomotion,
The world inside Will’s house crashed and burned,
No piece of the first floor left unturned. |
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:01 pm
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Part 3: Freaking Out aka Oops, More Stuff Broke
Now that the video game could not be played
And a virtual brawl match no longer made,
Some had taken it upon their unrelated sexuality
To trash the house while taking the fight to very real reality;
Owen sighed, held a hand to his fore head, and exclaimed “Good lord!”
And light Gaeta meanwhile just looked ridiculously bored;
And still, Sibal just stood there
Without even a single care;
Noel and Dante sighed, and the Tattered seemed to look battered.
He commanded the others to stop being quite so smattered,
Even Timothy who had not really gotten a chance
To play and really wanted the others simply to “dance;”
Not a soul listened,
Even if christened;
Out came to quell the chaos the black fire,
Which only ruined the house more, and caused more ire;
It hit the stove somehow
As Benkei observed the Tao;
Flo and Kojiro put out the stove fire with a splash,
And Noel withheld herself from ever giving Dante a lash.
Anya scowled and her face contorted without a grin,
“Do you f****** idiots remember whose house we’re in?!!”
There was a moment of silence
In the midst of all the violence.
One said, “So? Is that supposed to be a threat?”
Another blurted, “Say what? You wanna bet?”
Yet another mumbled, “Oh s***! He’s going to kill us all.”
Moli grinned and smartly decided against texting LAWL*;
Kate audibly whispered, “And clean they all shall for they must…"
Gaeta drawled, “What’s he gonna do? Raaaam usss with a bus?”
To which, Itachi cursed and adamantly said “No.”
“Eh? We’re not being very good house guests, Flo…”
“Yeah, what’s a sh**y lil devil going to do?” Noah chimed.
“Do? Make us all come down with the flu?” Tim rhymed.
A couple of the Heralds simply chuckled and laughed,
And Thomas shrugged it off and nearly got giraffed.
Noel and Owen sighed and both suggested a clean up.
After all, they were all guests at Will’s home, stirring it up.
Even with Nat, Kojiro, and Armand, there was no luck
With the console, the TV, and the electronic clucks.
*Pronunciation of LOL when you don’t say it letter by letter.
Summary of what would happen if Scythe had the time/energy to finish rhyming this mess of a section (Now you see why Scythe didn’t finish):
Noel suggests to trying to reason with Will, but someone comments that it would be as good as them all dealing with treason. People start cleaning. Unfortunately, with all the broken frames, electronics, ripped paintings, a bunch of antiques, and a ton of almost everything on the first floor, it’s impossible to fix without some help. Besides, no one remembers exactly where everything was to begin with. So, most of the Owls band together, but there are some stragglers who don’t give a sh** about what happens (Thomas, some of the Heralds). While Itachi gets a clue and declares the use of glue, glue can’t be used on everything. Demios begins to try to use his magic to restore objects to their previous state, but it doesn’t work on everything. Nat, Armand, and Kojiro work on the electronics and even Lucien gets persuaded by Amara and Roulin to do something (Roulin’s helping out, and Lucien doesn’t want to lose.) Unfortunately, as they get frustrated, Thomas zaps the stuff they’re working on, leaving a black smear on the ground. Armand declares at the smear, “I’m not touching that! I’d rather get dead drunk with beer!” Kojiro calls Thomas a “sore loser.” Noah thinks he can whip things into place with his wind, but ends up messing up more stuff…as predicted by Tim. Dante sighs. Sydney sighs. L makes a comment. Sibal says nothing and is ordered by Lucien to help with heavy lifting. His engines catch the attention of Nat, who immediately decides he wants to dissect Sibal. Raven stops him. Anya calls Noah a retard. Owen makes Anya start erasing her doodles, if she can, on the photos, and he helps her with all the photo stuff and general arrangement of material. Aeon tries to help out, but still thinks everyone is weird and starts to question whether Owls should really exist.
For some of the objects that can’t seemed to be fixed or restored (which is a lot), Nat suggests going to a store to buy the stuff. All the Owls look to Noel, Dante, and Thomas to provide the money. Thomas doesn’t care, but Noel and Dante are willing to help. Dante thinks everyone needs to contribute to take responsibility. Owen raises the point that no stores are open this late since it’s practically midnight. Kojiro and Benkei are the only ones who would know the area being they are from Japan and lived there (Benkei’s parents’ home is next door, but they’re not supposed to know he’s back or else he’ll be grounded and will have to escape from his home to continue with TFP), and they agree. So, Raven suggests shoplifting. That doesn’t go over too well, and with the lack of expertise (even with Moli and Demios’s phasing abilities) and some of the Owls’ moral, that idea is shot down. Amara even suggests wiping Will’s memory or blocking it, but Noel doesn’t think that’s right, and NeophantomX immediately thinks that Amara may be god modding.
In the middle of fixing cracks and stuff, Adam and Anderson somehow accidentally hit a water main, and the water basically starts ruining everything. Vincent manages to stop time temporarily around the broken main to decrease damage. Flo steps in, and Nova teams with Itachi to seal the pipe again with their powers over heat and metal…. Which is good until Dante and Anderson somehow hit a gas line, and everything explodes again. People get annoyed at them for ruining all their hard work. The supplies needed are garnered by Noel, and even God starts losing her patience when she keeps hearing “Noel-this- Noel- we need that too” repeatedly. They might as well have asked her to do the whole house…which Roulin hits upon as an idea. Thomas calls him a “runt”, and Demios retorts for Roulin calling Thomas a “grunt.” Sabrina is fixing the cracks in the wall, but Thomas takes out part of wall with his Negation. She yells at him for doing that because while the cracks could have been fixed and filled with paint, now there is a giant hole in the wall. Raven, thinking Thomas, is an idiot, shockwaves Thomas into a wall with a splat, and now we have another hole in addition to all that damage caused by explosions. Anya calls them all idiots again and screams at them to stop fighting and be productive, and Owen draws a mustache on her “by accident.” Amaya trips and crashes into finished work, ruining it. Demios is able to fix what she ruined.
Restoring something from nothing was just no plain hope,
And there was no saving grace to be had from a pope.
Anyhow, Roulin pleads with Noel since technically the spelling of her name in another language means “Christmas.” He even breaks into Christmas carols, followed by Demios and some of the other Owls. She reluctantly agrees, but she cannot replicate information that she doesn’t know, so she can’t recreate everything. Aaliyah even tries to make it snow more to hide the house condition, but that does actually have an effect on the house conditions... So, now we have a house that still looks like it’s standing and doesn’t look on the outside as bad as it is on the inside with team work from the Owls… it’s still far from over.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:13 pm
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Part 4: Return of the Master of the House
When out on the lawn there arose a small clatter,
Sydney turned her face to “see” what was the matter
Without flying to the window like a flash
And throwing up the shutters and the sash;
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to anyone’s wondering eyes, should appear
But a lone figure with a bag and no reindeer,
With a man so blonde and an aura like hell, so “lively” and quick,
They knew in a moment it could not and must not be St. Nick
Even if the man was clad in holiday pure red and white
In a jolly festive suit colored by blood in the light;
The stump of a cigarette he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a cool wreath;
“Hurry up!” Raven hissed urgently. “He’s already here!”
Roulin scoffed as he moved, “Well, duh, don’t need a freaking seer!”
The blonde man outside seemed to pause midstep to muse at the house for a moment,
But not to kick one down a pit after screaming “Sparda” like a mad Roman,
As the rest of those in the house rushed around like mad
In hopes to make their Christmas plenty of safe and glad…
A rustle at the door,
A stare at the floor…
Armand burst out in a carol song
To lead them all so none sounded wrong…
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly!”
The key in the lock turned,
And the stomachs of many churned;
“Fa la la la la, la la la la!”
The front door opened with a soft click,
And soft footsteps sounded with a trick;
The Owls were not exactly done,
The lack of time was not very fun;
A part of the ceiling suddenly cracked and crashed
And the Owls wanted to get each other bashed…
The house was still falling apart
No matter what they did to cart;
“Tis the season to be jolly!”
“Fa la la la la, -----“
It could have been a great holiday jolly,
But the Owls had already made a great folly...
The night was beautiful and calm,
Christmas Eve part of a short psalm...
But Santa* sneered coldly, as he came into sight,
“Merry Christmas a**holes, kiss your wishes good night!”
*Because Satan can be typoed as Santa, courtesy of Mahareshi.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 7:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:37 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 12:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 12:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 4:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 6:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 2:06 am
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O.W.L.S Christmas 2011
Last Christmas, the Owls blew up Will’s home in Japan and, as a result, were labeled naughty and did not receive any gifts from Santa/Satan. This Christmas, we revisit an alternative past….
A Christmas Carol: How Tiny Tim Stole ChristmasThis Story's Theme SongPart 1: Twas a Quiet Night...so Far
Part 2: The Blundering Holy Spirit of the Christmas of the Past
Part 3: The Bleakness of the Christmas of the Future
Part 4: And All Hell Broke Loose in the Christmas of the Present
Oh, snap! Now there are two jolly saints! Saint Nicko and Saint Nik!
Characters Present (NPCs and Actual Characters)
Nikolai
Anya, Erin
Elle, Noel, Sabrina
Cecilia, Bailey
Benkei, Will/Santa, Genya
Demios
Daryle, Serena, Raven, Nat, Sebastian
Kojiro, Tai, Naoki
Che, Thomas, Tim, Roulin, Moli
Ember, Danny
Lucien, Luca
Gaeta |
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 2:18 am
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Part 1: Twas a Quiet Night...so Far
A long time ago, in a universe far far away…
Eurasia
Noel was dead. As dead as a doornail. So was Sabrina. And so was Noah. Who else was there? Oh, right. Adam. A white haired man of short stature sat in a chair in his mansion in the mountains of Europe. Christmas was approaching and while the world was fighting and beginning to celebrate, he had nothing. He was losing his family. Ember was probably off drinking up the world’s eggnog and festive booze. Sakura was probably being germaphobe somewhere. L was – Tim didn’t give a damn, or rather, he didn’t want to give a damn. L had betrayed him. Rage was just destroying stuff or fighting with L. That fake Herald of Mind was still floating around. Almost Christmas and nothing achieved. If there was anything Little Tim wanted for Christmas, it was for everything to go his way: Victoria, Che, Roulin, Will, Lucien, and anyone else related to the Great Four deader than a doornail. “Damn it Sabrina,” Time mumbled as he slouched. “It will be lonely this Christmas... It will be coooold so cooold~ Without you to hold...this christmas~ T3T” Of course since Tim was in a sour mood, his tone was sour too…and thus he had a plan. If he couldn’t be happy--
Yet in Siberia, a pair of two were happily sipping cups of hot cocoa self made by another albino, the Dancing Owl who was the newfound love interest of the hissy Anya. Unfortunately, the peace was broken when Nikolai sang “But Anya it is the night before Christmas....let me stay over your house :3” He earned a “Shut up already Nik! And get rid of that damn mouse!” In Russia, a former black haired now light haired Wind Herald checked his hair as he tried to prepare for a date on Christmas….not the type of date you and I are thinking of.
North America:
Somewhere in the New Exire, a third albino was happily by a warm fireplace with a skittish blue haired Owl and a three headed dog that was laying on top of the blue Owl’s lap. Nearby, a zumba zombie was pulling the dog’s tail and completely fascinated by the creature. In another building, a nicer one, a blonde Raven was trying to take the time to chill or decide how to take over the world while everyone was being sleepy.
Asia:
In Japan, a blonde Breezy was ghosting around and happened to spin past a purple haired shrine maiden and a dark haired Shield Owl. Nearby trying not to topsy turvy on his face was an Alchemist Owl supported by the Mystic Owl. Miraculously, in another section of town, the Death and Life Owls were having coffee while a very blue Blueberry felt like a third wheel. Around the corner, two sisters were cooing over a baby with an onlooking facepalming Light Herald while a set of twins were arguing about paint and technology. They were momentarily interrupted by a vector Owl that ambushed a Luca, who fell into the middle of Double E’s argument.
Somewhere else in Japan, a certain blonde man who was significantly taller than Albino #1 and who had an adopted estranged son, the one and only erratic Cheeziani, scoffed and looked at the holiday lights blinking and flashing in the distance. “Bah humbug.” Given his position, the blonde probably had some sort of distaste for Christmas, the religious portion anyway. Then again, last year, a certain group of guests had also destroyed his home. He pouted as he hesitated. His finger was on a button that would ban Christmas…the finger descended on the button….. |
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 2:27 am
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Part 2: The Blundering Holy Spirit of the Christmas of the Past
But before Will’s finger could hit the ban button, he was interrupted by a voice. “William DeScythe…” The devil’s finger froze as he looked up. The voice came from a candle that was floating in midair, a candle surrounded by poinsettia and holly leaves. It soon appeared that the candle was mounted on the head of a white dressed figure with black hair. The blonde couldn’t believe his eyes. “Noel? ..are you supposed to be some mockery of the Holy Spirit?” There was no way for Noel to still be alive. She had been killed, and the man had sent her off with the best he could do for her.
Noel sighed as she placed a hand on Will’s face and then kissed him lightly on the cheek. The touch was cold. “No, William… I’m here as the Ghost of Christmas Past… you cannot banish Christmas, William.”
“You’re dead, Noel…. Go rest before the holly fumes get to your head…or maybe they already have,” Will retorted calmly even though he was surprised at her appearance.
“Will…. Wait a moment. Let me show you something. You were so happy back then during Christmas…don’t banish Christmas. You will regret it, and you will suffer.. I don’t want to see you suffer, Will… I love you…” And then the scene changed as Noel hugged Will and they were warped to--
Take 1: Noel and Will
It was a snowy night and two figures were huddled together on the shore by a campfire. A closer view showed that the two figures were younger versions of Noel and Will prior to their Title lives. The two of them had smiles on their faces and the younger Will had just placed a small giftbox into the younger Noel’s cupped hands. Noel opened the box, and a look of delight showed on her face as she excitedly went to pull something from her pocket, a giftbox of similar size. She handed it to Will, who opened it and smiled back at her before sharing a kiss with her.
“We were so happy back then with Christmas and giftgiving…”
“Christmas didn’t exist back then, you idiot, especially not in Japan.”
“Oh, but…. Fine, let me show you another Christmas then…”
Take 2: Herald Christmas
“How the f*** did we end up with so many brats to watch over?”
“Y’all had it coming with ‘em gone. Merry Christmas, Will. I’ll see you at New Year’s.”
“Yeah, off to see your old woman. Have fun with that. Trip and fall, you traitor,” Will retorted as Thomas walked out without a yodel and with a fancy lame wave. Noel was out buying some groceries. Meanwhile, he was left alone to look after the Herald kids. He then turned to look at the others in the room. “When did I become a babysitter?”
The Heralds were all like chibi figures in an animation and they were literally all fighting... except for Gaeta who was passed out sleeping on the floor. Timothy had recently gotten severely hurt and was on crutches, and he was definitely showing his displeasure with his condition. Somehow, he had stolen all the toys from the other Heralds despite being on crutches. ”Mine!” the EM Herald cried out loud as he hugged the toys on the floor with the crutches besides him.
”Timmy! Gimme my teddy bear!” Sabrina wailed while Gaeta was too lazy to even get up from the noise.”Gimme mah booooze, Timmmmmmmy!” Ember half sang half yelled as she half slumped from drinking earlier. And so the Herald kids fought and fought over the toys with Tim and each other as Will watched. They were giving him a headache. The devil opened his mouth to growl. ”What the f---“ But was interrupted by the God Owl.
“Hehe. William…pssst! Over here!” And once Will was called over… “Will, you’re Santa! It’s just one letter off. Get it? Why don’t you give them gifts as Santa? I even got you the uniform!”
The Satan Owl looked at his giddy counterpart, who must have been high on eggnog or apple cider or something. “You’re f**king kidding me.” And somehow after arguing with Noel and losing due to the wailing and fighting sounds that got louder, Satan went to change into … a Santa uniform, full with the hat, boots, fat tummy, and the white bushy beard, mustache, and eyebrows. It wouldn’t have been farfetched to say that the Heralds were pleasantly surprised as Noel muffled her laughs at “Santa”. “Alright, assholes. Who’s not enjoying this? Why are you hogging all the toys, Tiny Tim?” “Santa” bellowed in a deep voice.
”Am not!” was the adamant response as the toys Timothy had commandeered were vaporized. Apparently, he hadn’t found anything to his liking. The rest of the Heralds who were not sleeping and not drunk began wailing and crying.
“Hmph. Well, shut up. Santa’s here and with gifts!” Will blurted as he tossed giftboxes at the Herald kids. Gaeta’s gift landed on the Light Herald’s tummy, but the Lazy L didn’t even get up because he was too lazy to open his own gift. Timothy immediately snagged it by using his crutches. The other Heralds kids grabbed their giftboxes and greedily ripped them open…sort of. Sakura took it apart so neatly it seemed she was professional at opening items without breaking them…after she dusted everything off and wiped everything clean.
“Lil Tim, give that back to Gaeta. Here’s yours.” Will said sternly as he pulled Gaeta’s giftbox back, dropped it on Gaeta’s head and got a lazy response ”Oowwwwww”, and then tossed Tim’s giftbox at him. Tim greedily opened his box and ”…” was disappointed to find a flute. Jealously, he looked around to see that everyone else had gotten better gifts. Sabrina had gotten a new teddy bear…even if that teddy bear suddenly made a scary face and knocked Sabrina out before reverting back to an innocent cute bear look.
And unknown to everyone, that was how Tim decided he hated Santa and Christmas… For the whole next year, Will was referred to as Santa and not Satan. Noel, Thomas, and the other Heralds found themselves pranked a bit more than usual that year and the following year.
”See, William? You were a great Santa, and you can still be one <3”
”You’re out of your mind, Noel. If it weren’t for you, no one would have ever called me that?!!”
“Well, how about this?”
Take 3: Che and Will
The next scene was even shorter. It showed the Satan Owl laying on the ground staring at the stars while laying on snow. Beside him was a certain younger looking Che Presidiomni. “I want s’mores, Santa.” Che stated with a goofy grin. He was answered by a grouchy “No. You already ate a f**king Nutrigrain bar.”
“Hehe. Will, you always showed your love in the strangest of ways during Christmas.”
“Noel, you’re out of your mind. Why the f*** would I give Che something else if all he wanted to eat were f**king Nutrigrain bars?”
“William, you still had the giving spirit~ you two are so cute…”
”Noel…Christmas isn’t just about gift giving…. And this was not—“
”Then, let’s see this next scene. You won’t let Christmas die then! William, don’t do it!”
Take 4: Orphan Party
The next scene had Will surrounded by kiddie version of Myra, Keres, Sebastian, Serena, Tai, and Che. The kids were all ripping open their presents. All of these children had lost their parents in some way and were orphans that Will had somehow picked up for no apparent reason…or maybe there were reasons for some of them. Serena was ”:3” and hugging a new dandy spanking new gun. Tai was playing with a beyond the time period type videogame console. Sebastian had received a key for a new laboratory complex with…experimental subjects included. Myra was testing out a sword that was five times her height. Che was poking his new portable mattress. Keres had a huge bottle of red stuff.
”Noel….that smoke got you high way before you came to visit me. Go back and rest. You really need it.”
”Uh, William, you understand the point. They were all happy. You were happy!” Noel cooed all too disturbingly cheerfully.
”Noel, I don’t care if your name is a Christmas term. You…fail at this representation.” Will stated evenly as he forcefully snuffed out the candle on Noel’s head. And with the candle smoke left in the air, the Ghost of Christmas Past disappeared from Will’s presence in the form of Will’s former lover. ”Rest in peace…without Christmas.” |
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