The Old Road [Event]
Jan 19, 2015 21:56:48 GMT -7
Post by Promeleon on Jan 19, 2015 21:56:48 GMT -7
Geed was very unhappy. When Geed was unhappy, then his subordinates suffered. Suffered more than usual actually, as working under him was not exactly a walk in the park. This country was simply too hot for his poor skin, and he was sweating! Imagine, a noble like him allowing himself to sweat, it was quite disgraceful; Helga was simply useless with that fan of hers; it was not giving him the cooling he needed. Blasted desert and blasted help, it was all horrible. How he had ended up dealing with this awful Gallows woman was beyond him. The deal with the previous kages had been simple, an honest matter of them sending some Shinobi to acquire the money for protection. This new leader was not a pleasant woman to deal with. His protests had been ignored, and the prices had been raised, and they had to do extra work? It was beyond him, but her message had terrified him enough to come along and maybe try and bargain with her. Geed had even gone as far as bringing his best help in order to protect him. Best at combat at least, clearly keeping him cool was not a specialty of theirs.
The carriage he was riding in moved quite slowly through the sand too, and even Meroch was struggling to draw the heavy wooden vehicle through the desert, as his massive muscular form was coated in sweat, and his breast heaved with each exhausted breath. Heather sat upon his shoulders with her legs wrapped loosely around his massive neck, and a bottle of water in her hand, hydrating him occasionally and fanning him with her spare sun hat. Geed had expected her to be helping him, but Helga had forced her way into the carriage with him claiming she was going to do it. Now he was sitting next to the skinny woman with her strange citrus decorated dress. He did not like her. The hat she wore looked like a weird condom, and her horse like laugh was very upsetting, especially when she continuously laughed loudly at whatever he said while trying to impress him. Every time that disgusting laugh sounded; Gregory could be heard from his seat on the back of the carriage sighing in disgust.
Meroch was shirtless; and his toned skin coated in sweat, shone in the bright sunlight of the desert; and his white pants were rolled up to the knees in order to get some air around him, but obviously he was already quite overheated and tired, so he could barely feel any added effect. There was a towel wrapped around his shoulders so that Heather could sit comfortably atop his wide frame without getting his sweat all over her white and blue striped stockings, and her rouge skirt. Her light blue shirt that was draped across her shoulders had more clouds sown onto it than there were in the bright blue sky, and it protected her from the burning sun, along with the orange hat with the green strap on it. It looked as though she would be too warm; but she seemed quite content as she rode silently atop her best friends shoulders. The two of them both looked quite happy, even the Kamyuja as he dragged the sand laden carriage behind him. Normally there would have been horses; but Meroch had accidentally spilled a coffee on Geed the previous week, and now he was being punished.
The final member of this troop was wearing a black suit with golden buttons on the shirt with a navy undershirt and a black tie. Gregory say with a scowl on his face as he sweat furiously in the desert sun. He was upset that he had been dragged out here; away from his wonderful bar and booze, and deposited in a dead land, with a midget, a fat rich midget, a gorilla and a skinny witch who would not sleep with him. All these negative emotions were culminating into a bad headache, and the bottle of rye that he had between his legs was not helping. Was the carriage wobbling? No, the desert was spinning a little bit. More rye would help him feel a little more balanced, and maybe it would make Helgas laugh more tolerable. As the horse like guffaws sounded from inside the carriage, he sighed and swigged a greater gulp than ever, draining the bottle to almost empty, and hiccuping after.
"Woman would you shut up!"
Geeds whiny voice sounded out, and Gregory perked up, looking over the sill of the window, watching the two interact. Apparently the rich fool had said something and she had laughed right into his ear, and now he was fighting her off as she tried to stroke his face, the ruffles of his shirt riding up as his fat neck receded into his fat shoulders. The chubby noble looked like a bulbous lime from this position, and Gregory felt the urge to cut him like one, but he was having trouble sitting down right now. Helga looked furious as the advances were denied, and quit fanning the fat noble and crossed her arms, looking the other way with her nose stuck up in the air. The heat must have began to get to Geed after a couple of seconds though; and he turned back to her, begging her to continue fanning him with the fan, making her eyes large and watery as though he had proceeded to tell her that he was in love with her. Heather sighed from atop her seat on Meroch.
The carriage he was riding in moved quite slowly through the sand too, and even Meroch was struggling to draw the heavy wooden vehicle through the desert, as his massive muscular form was coated in sweat, and his breast heaved with each exhausted breath. Heather sat upon his shoulders with her legs wrapped loosely around his massive neck, and a bottle of water in her hand, hydrating him occasionally and fanning him with her spare sun hat. Geed had expected her to be helping him, but Helga had forced her way into the carriage with him claiming she was going to do it. Now he was sitting next to the skinny woman with her strange citrus decorated dress. He did not like her. The hat she wore looked like a weird condom, and her horse like laugh was very upsetting, especially when she continuously laughed loudly at whatever he said while trying to impress him. Every time that disgusting laugh sounded; Gregory could be heard from his seat on the back of the carriage sighing in disgust.
Meroch was shirtless; and his toned skin coated in sweat, shone in the bright sunlight of the desert; and his white pants were rolled up to the knees in order to get some air around him, but obviously he was already quite overheated and tired, so he could barely feel any added effect. There was a towel wrapped around his shoulders so that Heather could sit comfortably atop his wide frame without getting his sweat all over her white and blue striped stockings, and her rouge skirt. Her light blue shirt that was draped across her shoulders had more clouds sown onto it than there were in the bright blue sky, and it protected her from the burning sun, along with the orange hat with the green strap on it. It looked as though she would be too warm; but she seemed quite content as she rode silently atop her best friends shoulders. The two of them both looked quite happy, even the Kamyuja as he dragged the sand laden carriage behind him. Normally there would have been horses; but Meroch had accidentally spilled a coffee on Geed the previous week, and now he was being punished.
The final member of this troop was wearing a black suit with golden buttons on the shirt with a navy undershirt and a black tie. Gregory say with a scowl on his face as he sweat furiously in the desert sun. He was upset that he had been dragged out here; away from his wonderful bar and booze, and deposited in a dead land, with a midget, a fat rich midget, a gorilla and a skinny witch who would not sleep with him. All these negative emotions were culminating into a bad headache, and the bottle of rye that he had between his legs was not helping. Was the carriage wobbling? No, the desert was spinning a little bit. More rye would help him feel a little more balanced, and maybe it would make Helgas laugh more tolerable. As the horse like guffaws sounded from inside the carriage, he sighed and swigged a greater gulp than ever, draining the bottle to almost empty, and hiccuping after.
"Woman would you shut up!"
Geeds whiny voice sounded out, and Gregory perked up, looking over the sill of the window, watching the two interact. Apparently the rich fool had said something and she had laughed right into his ear, and now he was fighting her off as she tried to stroke his face, the ruffles of his shirt riding up as his fat neck receded into his fat shoulders. The chubby noble looked like a bulbous lime from this position, and Gregory felt the urge to cut him like one, but he was having trouble sitting down right now. Helga looked furious as the advances were denied, and quit fanning the fat noble and crossed her arms, looking the other way with her nose stuck up in the air. The heat must have began to get to Geed after a couple of seconds though; and he turned back to her, begging her to continue fanning him with the fan, making her eyes large and watery as though he had proceeded to tell her that he was in love with her. Heather sighed from atop her seat on Meroch.