by napsii » Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:27 pm
Kaz had wrenched her chair free from the wall, and now was content to rock back and forth on it dangerously, creating a rhythmic clack-clack as the legs bounced against the floor. Dethorac (a name which she thought was DUMB!) was not only a jerk face, he was also ugly. And a slaver. Kaz did not like slavers! At home in Furon, she was a minor noble so she'd never faced the plight of chains and manacles, but out here, slavery was madness! Bleh. If it was up to her, she'd shove all of the slavers in the world's faces into the dirt.
"Wut she said," cross-eyed Kaz echoed Lilia, who'd already given the long and the short out of it, "We totes effed them up. Oh, ya, and there was some like, almost naked lady shooting PURPLE NECROMANCER MAGIC AT US!" she exclaimed, rocking the chair to and fro more intensely, "She like, blasted us in the butt and then ran off! She's totes Cap'n Sort's ecks-gee-eff. It's like, so adorable!" she grinned ear to ear, giddy at the idea of cuddly-wuddly romance.
"I hope the others didn't get blasted in the butt! It hurt!" Kaz's chair then creaked, and then with a thunderous crack, the rotten wooden legs shattered into a pile of splinters, sending the girl sprawling onto the floor, still seated at ground-level on the wrecked chair seat.
"DURF. OW."