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Several minutes go by with the group awkwardly playing monopoly, Shorty looking at his shoes and Cruella struggling with the vines.

Then she manages one hand loose.

When the second comes loose she makes a triumphant noise. "Shorty!"

The youngster is there in a flash, knife ready, and almost as quickly the vines are cut through. He grabs for her hand and turns to pull her along toward the door.

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Demeter feels the vines cut loose and turns and yells, there is very little human about her as thorns spring up around them.

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notascreensaver

AndrAIa's on her feet the moment Cruella shouts the kid's name and she moves towards them as the pair make a break for it. Demeter's thorns materialize and she reaches over the them to grasp the pair roughly by the back of their necks.

"And just where do you two think you're going?"

Edited Date: 2009-07-07 05:40 am (UTC)

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a1enzo

"Frag!" yelps Enzo at the same time. He's almost ready to fire his grappler at them, but instead, he shoots it at a rafter and swings past to get between them and the Door.

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Shorty rolls his eyes at Cruella.
"You could've picked a better time, ma'am. Don't you listen to The Boss at all?"

Cruella growls at him.
"I'm your boss, and don't you forget it."

He shakes his head a little in annoyance.
"Of course. Forgive me."

She snorts.
"Never, you little-"
She makes a move toward him and yelps as the thorns dig into her skin.

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notascreensaver

Still holding tightly onto both Cruella and Shorty, she gives the pair a violent shake.

"Both of you shut your fragging mouths, right now!"

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Coreen takes a bit longer to get up, on account of her belly, but by the time she does, the potato gun is leveled at their faces, alternatingly. Fully loaded, and with a hair trigger, it's almost surprising she hasn't shot anyone yet.

"Try us, and end up with a potato-ed black eye...and that's if everyone else doesn't feel like taking their turn--and we're really good at taking turns."

Cruella probably could bear witness with them playing Monopoly.

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a1enzo

"We know alllll about turn-based combat," Enzo agrees.

(It's true. He had a unit on it last school term.)

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Demeter is quiet but the thorns move in closer, her patience is strained and she wishes to act.

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There's a faint clearing-of-the-throat noise, and then a pwing of blue light. "Bar Security," says Belar as he walks in out of absolutely nowhere. "No offense, dudes, but considering just how many people in this room have either broken rules or are setting about to commit premeditated breaking of the rules, I'm kind of tempted to turn everybody here into chickens until the naughtiness stops."

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Coreen can't imagine that'd be good for the baby. She would much prefer to have a mutant squirrel baby, than to lay an egg. The potato gun gets pointed to the ceiling and the finger is far from the trigger almost as soon as he's said anything. Boo is important, but her own son will come first. That's just the way it is.

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a1enzo

Enzo's expression reads, very clearly, Crap, busted.

He tries to cover it with a look of noble forbearance, though. "You can turn me into what you want, as long as you keep them here."

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"I'll keep it in mind," says Belar dryly. "What do the rest of you ahve to say for yourselves?"

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Demeter points to Cruella and she is in her more primal self,

"She stole a child and others are saving that child but let us destroy her, she deserves to be cursed."

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"Nobody's getting destroyed around here," says Belar. "Dad Almighty. Cursing, maybe, we'll see about that later, but for now no destroying, thank you."

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Cruella's eyes widen in a panicked and innocent expression.
"Thank gods you're here! These people kidnapped me, accused me of these horrible things.. I would never harm a child! I, uh. I love little things!"

Shorty looks at his shoes, trying to keep his expression blank. (Sort of hard seeing how much he wants to laugh at Cruella)

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a1enzo

Enzo facepalms.

He'd be more indignant and/or worried, but Belar knows him, he probably knows the others, and he's a freaking god. He might poultrify the lot of them, but it won't be because he's been duped.

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"Ma'am, no offense, but they wouldn't have hired me for security if I fell for lines like that," Belar says. "You might want to consider some acting lessons. Or a few good unrepentant threats. If you want to try and cooperate, that could make things a little easier. I'm just saying."

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Hmph.

Cruella pouts for a second and then puts on an indignant face.
"I will never cooperate, fool!"

Shorty rolls his eyes. This lady is absolutely certifiable.

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"Please just put her somewhere that she can't run away from for I fear what I may do."

The thorns keep creeping closer to Cruella.

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Belar shrugs. "Had to make the offer," he says. "Now, nobody's leaving this room, not for any reason, until the kid shows up alive and unharmed. It just won't work- you're welcome to try, but it won't work. Cause any trouble over it, and there will be pinfeathers."

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"Can you at least sorta see why we think she needs a good ass kicking?"

Coreen pops the potatoes out of the gun and puts them in her dress's pockets, absently. She's keeping her eyes between Cruella and Belar.

Edited Date: 2009-07-08 03:05 am (UTC)

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