Destiny vs. Cadence (2) --for the Loser's Battle
Cadence sits down cross-legged on the floor and pulls out a large, leather bound book, which he sets in his lap. He flips through the pages for a good few minutes before he finds something that sparks his interest. Many quickly sketched drawings make up a series of children's toys. He finds one that he particularly likes, a small pony with lines all over it that you can color in and then wash and then color again. He nods to himself and gets to work. You can see his lips move, but no sound comes out. As he talks this literareality into existence the light in the room seems to dim. Strange noises come from various corners and edges of the building. Within a few moments children begin to appear. They are not normal children, however. Cadence has created a collection of some of the most demented children in the oral and written history. You can pick out a few obvious children in the crowd, you see Chuckie and a disturbing version of Little Red Riding Hood. There are hundreds of kids in a shroud of darkness. The only thing you can see clearly is they are all carrying bright colored sticks which appear to be razor sharp crayons. It doesn't take very much time to figure out that these kids will do anything to get a chance to draw on Destiny with their little pigmented blades. Furthermore, you hear a loud rumbling from one corner. When you turn to look, you see a miniature washing machine that is full of water and spinning dangerously. It appears these kids not only want to color Destiny, they want to be able to wash her and do it again.
Destiny stands quite still as she watches Cadence sit down and peruse through a book. The pixie works on hiding a yawn as book-learning never interested her much. She'll take a twinkle of a star anyday. She scratches absently at her rear, lofting a brow slightly at the sight of the pony and lightly petting the paintbrush on her belt. The tiny mage gives her head a shake, tossing back her amethyst hair and fingering her wand as she watches the Literature magii do his thing. Tensing slightly, her eyes narrow as the lights dim and kids show up. Destiny blinks slowly, these kids seriously freaking her out as she realizes there are tons of them, with their tons of sharp crayons. Meeping softly, the pixie uses her wand to spread paint quickly over her tiny form, painting arms orange, legs blue, torso red, and face green. Dramatically swooning to the floor with a hand to her forehead, tongue draped absurdly from the corner of her mouth, the pixie acts as if the kids have already reached her with their vile little instruments. One lid cracks as she is immediately swarmed by the little buggers, watching as they mutter amongst themselves. Thinking she has this bunch beat, she doesn't even twitch when a zombie-ish Hanzel lifts her up and carries her toward the small machine of washing. The lid is lifted and the small pixie is tossed right in! Before the lid closes, you see Destiny raise her head and sputter as water drips from her face. The machine begins doing its thing, spinning and rinsing and spinning some more, just to be sure. As it slows on its final cycle, you realize the pixie must be a goner. Who could survive such...centrifical force? The lid raises of its own accord and nothing can be seen. Only this irritating squeaking can be heard, which is interesting as it sounds like a familiar squeak, only much softer. In fact, if you closes your eyes and focus, you could almost swear the soft noise sounded like words...a chant even. "Hocus pocus!" seems to be whispering throughout the room. Hocus pocus? *blinks* Wait a minute! That is what Destiny says now for her attacks! Oh no! Our poor, tiny pixie...seems to have shrunken in the laundry! And...probably turned pink as well! Before there is time to fully grasp this concept, the soft whispering has echoed about and finally faded. Glancing about, several lengths of multi-colored cloth seems to be snaking their way across the floor. Holy Karn, they are moving fast! They speed over the ground, almost upon Cadence...with the intent...to KILL! *coughs* Wait, no. The intent to...WRAP UP TIGHTLY!
Cadence watches happily as the kids swarm in on Destiny and dump her in the washer. He listens softly to the squeaking as the kids watch with disturbed anticipation. The red carpets cause the children to shriek and run blindly in circles, stabbing each other with their crayons. The children begin to deflate and disappear into nothing. In all the chaos Cadence doesn't even see the carpets until they are very close. He jumps up and throws his book into his large pocket to keep it safe and then he is wrapped up in a tight little cocoon. As the children finish going back into the land of dreams and stories, you hear a soft chanting that sounds something like "Gus is a bug and Gus rubs and rubs" the carpets are lifted magically into the air and hang from the ceiling. You can only catch a few more words, "nap, tugs, no fuzz." For a while nothing happens and you wonder if Cadence is suffocating in his trap. Then, slowly, you see movement and Cadence tugs and tugs at the rugs until they loosen up. Then Cadence squeezes out of a hole at the lower end of the rugs, where his head had been. Something is definitely different. Cadence seems to have finished his pupal stage and is emerging as fully metamorphosized Cadencefly. Bright purple wings expand from his back and he floats down to the floor landing safely before the wings disappear. With a grin he opens his arms and starts to tell a story about Destiny not wanting her supper and being sent to her room. Before long, the room expands and a forest grows to take Destiny out to where the Wild Things are. The little boat that appeared beneath Destiny to transport her sinks into the river and disappears, leaving her stuck with the beasts. These Wild Things, however, are not looking for a King, they are just looking for dinner.
Destiny zones out of the duel for a moment, lifting her microscopic thumb to her microscopic mouth. This infintesimally small movement is seen by no one, as the pixie is smaller than a flea on the pixie. Not that the pixie has fleas. As if. She is clearn. I digress. So, as was being said, the eternal lifts the digits to her mouth...and blows as hard as she can. While this logically doesn't make sense, Destiny's head appears in thin air! Actually, the blowing has caused her head to expand back to its normal size. With continued pressured against said thumb, the pixie manages to restretch and reinflate her entire, tiny body. Shaking all over in the form of a canine, the magii successfully removes any and all wrinkles that might linger from her vigorous washing. She returns her attention to the job at hand in time to see Cadence fall from the rafters with gorgemous wings! Of course, the vain creature otherwise known as Destiny still finds her own wings to be at least twice as lovely...but she can appreciate the purple prettiness of the green male's set. The pixie instantly becomes entranced in the story that is about..well...her. She feels the fictional Destiny pain as the fake pixie is sent to bed without suppper. Oh, how the real Destiny's mouth waters for a copper coin as the tummy rumbles from hunger. She is awed by the forest that the fake Destiny is in, the boat cute....uh oh. The mage finally realizes the danger she is in...as she finally realizes the forest she is in. She stands quietly on the bank of the river, eyes big and shining as she stares into the dark forest. Her legs tremble slightly and a soft moans falls from her tiny lips as she realizes loud thumping is approaching her. Being the brave and almighty pixie that she is, Destiny promptly drops into the fetal positions and cowers under her iridescent wings perfectly. Such a shiny ploy will not work on the monsters that soon fill the area, their monster-y noses working on detecting the scent of such a delictable dish. One finally uses its olfactory to determine the original of the scrumptious scent, picking up the pixie and holding her by her wings. Without a thought, Destiny pulls out a golden watch and begins to wave it before the monster that holds her, as well as the group that has gathered. It sways several times, the mage softly whipsering, "You are getting sleepy..." before the monster touching the pixie shoves her roughly into her mouth. The watch is left floating and rocking, the other monsters eyes glazing over as the chewing monster focuses on eating the sparkly treat. Destiny squeals continuous in the jaws of her devour-er, an arm or leg poking out of the lips randomly. "Don't...stop it...NOOO!" are the cries that are heard from its mawl. And thanks to the pocketwatch, these words have power! The other monsters, drooling and staring off into the distance, responds to the voice that hypnotized them, tackling the monster in posession of Destiny and prying his jaws open to allow the tiny pixie a chance to fly free. Shaking her head to allow monster spit to fly free, the pixie wrinkles her nose in disgust at the scent she has now taken on. Flittering down to grab her pocketwatch, she zooms off over the river, toward the direction the boat brought her from, pausing only to shout, "Awake!" with a snap of her fingers. The other monsters unhynotize and blink at their actions, but the pixie has already headed back to the Blue Stone and the room with her opponent. Having..out flown...the story...the pixie pushes up sleeves that she doesn't normally have, but does now as it is monster saliva, and narrows her emerald gaze on the warlock. Lifting her wand, she brings it down sharply and aims it at Cadence, shouting, "Abra Cadabra!" A bolt of energy shoots from the end of the black stick! It fizzles a moment later and really amounted to a whole lot of nothing. But! Above Cadence a wicker-ish type basket plummets down, surrounding the magii in a very non-threatening and non-autohitting way...there is a lid too. Once all is safely and non-violently around the green man, swords appear!! They begin to violently and aggressive shove into the basket, the pattern random and the intention deadly!
Cadence gasps as he is taken fully by surprise, completely fooled by Destiny's bolt of energy, and the basket drops on top of him, locking him inside before he can lift a finger. He knows he has to act quickly when he hears the sound of metal scraping. He quickly remembers a story and starts talking it into reality. A tall, dark, and handsome man appears wearing a tuxedo. A bunch of sexily dressed women show up too, pushing the swords into Cadence's basket. The tall, dark, and handsome magician begins an incredible show to the audience that appears just as quickly as the rest of the scene. A practically unbearable noise cheers up as the swords are thrust into the basket. As the cheers die down, the girls lift open the lid of the basket, revealing a perfectly unharmed Cadence. The next thing on the menu for the night is the lit lightbulb flying across the audience. Mr. Magician turns around to Destiny, seeing a perfect item to use instead of a lightbulb. However, if he succeeds in flying Destiny around the audience like a lit lightbulb, you must worry about the heat load on the poor pixie...seeing as lightbulbs get pretty warm.
Destiny scowls menacingly to the magician to came and prestiditized all over her attack, making obscene gestures to the male as he puts on his show, and doesn't even use a wand. Crossing her arms over her tiny chest, she turns from the act and refuses to watch the rest, just on principal. She doesn't know what this principal is, but it doesn't matter. Her next, empty thought doesn't matter either, as this Mr. Magician has efficiently caught the pixie and reared his arm back, tossing her above the crowd with a hefty throw. Instantly, Destiny lights up just like a lightbulb and brightly shines on the crowd below, illuminating their happy faces at the demise of the little mage. The lighted creature continues its trek about the area, doing whatever it is these lightbulbs normally do, before hitting the wall with a thud. The light winks out and the pixie falls. Or does she? A soft cough is heard coming from the other side of the stage, and there is the eternal, slightly charred and smoking slightly, but still in one piece! Obviously Destiny never hit the wall! She 'houdini'-ed her way out of that one! One might wonder what did hit the wall with such a noise...but it is best not to imagine what could be lying in the dark, barely twitching from such scorching and jarring experience. Destiny holds up her magician's wand, her face blank of expression as she watches her opponent and his story man of parlor tricks. Flicking her wrist, the pixie mutters, "Walla walla washington." A deck of card appears, hovering before the magic man. Mouth barely moving, the pixie's voice carries through the area. "Pick a card...any card..." The magician does as he is told, sure he knows all about this trick. Only, the card says DEATH. Oops. How did that get in there? The magic man falls over, lifeless. One of the women who works with him bravely steps forward, picking a card, as there couldn't possibly be two death cards, right? Wrong. Death! She falls over. It is becoming pretty obvious these are bad cards. In fact, they all say DEATH. Having proved this point with two willing assistants, Destiny blows softly against the deck, sending it flying toward Cadence! If one of the fifty cards remaining should touch the Literature magii...you know it...DEATH!
Cadence watches with intense interest as his created story unfolds before him. He gasps in all the right places, cheers and boos at the proper intervals, and is properly shocked at the second card of death. Cadence watches as the cards begin to fly toward him. The only movement the Literature buff makes is to open his big, leather-bound book. The cards fly right at him and begin to circle him menacingly. They begin to neatly stack themselves on end until they fashion a beautiful card castle of death around the now out-of-sight Cadence. Silence fills the audience. Then one card on the very top spire of the castle wobbles and falls to a loud chorused gasp. The house collapses on the little green man, but strangely enough a muffled voice screams "Exploding Snap!" and as soon as the first card touches another, the entire lot poof up in a ball of harmless, though rather warm flames and disintegrate before they would actually cause any harm to poor Cadence.
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