Bromeliad
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
- Location
- NYC
You resolve to rebuild a defensive force here in Anabas.
Tomorrow you'll leave a few soldiers to get that off the ground while the rest of you ride the Rumbler over to visit Uchuam. The best position to be in when dealing with future threats is directly in front of it with a huge fuckoff cannon pointed directly at its face.
WOW! That sure is a lot of words that doesn't have to do with blowing things up in a giant robot.
You are definitely better at conquering cities than running them. That's what you have Sketter for. Normally it kind of begins and ends with that but you'll be sure to tell him all of this really boring sounding shit. He'll probably jizz his jerkin over it.
For tonight at least you have more important things to do like
"PICKING AN OUTFIIIIT," Zaphidor sings, as the wheels on the clothing rack raise a disharmonious screech under his armored bulk. "Girl child do you have anything that isn't black or red."
"Uh maybe some underwear," you say. "And PJs."
The Tyrant Argus XVI's harem chambers were cleared of slave girls after his death. In their place is row upon row of armoires, racks, and clotheslines containing the second best thing about being a warlord besides the crushing-enemies-lamentation-of-the-women stuff.
Which is, of course, villainous outfits. Most of which are admittedly, in your case. black and red.
"Look I know what I like," you say.
"You have to come correct for this dinner engagement tonight." Zaphidor starts plucking things from their hangers and tossing them into Anastasi's arms. "You been on a dry spell, Vic."
"There was the Zestal Diplomat," Anastasi says. "Two months ago."
"I'm saying dry spell," Zaphidor says. "THAT guy was maybe a glass of water. THIS guy is a mothafuckin' oasis."
"It's not just about bagging a cute boy, Zaph," you say. "He's a Void-Mage. If we can pry Pi Xui off him and get him as a full-time crewman there's all sorts of fun shit we could use him for."
"We? You gonna share?"
"You're a eunuch, Zaphidor."
"Eunuchs can still appreciate art, Boo," Zaphidor says. "And he got earrings. Maybe I'm in the game. SO what kind of look you thinking for with this little dinner tete a tete?"
1 You say:
A I want to be serving some Badass Spiky-Shoulder Conquerer Realness. Like make sure he knows he's dining with the Iron Fucking Mantis.
B Something cutey casual. Like letting my hair down kind of thing.
C Formal and diplomatic. This is not a candlelit romance, this is a business-slash-recruitment dinner.
D Full-on femme fatale Maneater chic. Let's wow him.
E The nicest, fanciest, most bedazzled thing I own. I'm the Queen and the Rumbler's my castle kinda deal.
E Y'know what I'm just going in what I was already wearing. Why make a big deal out of it?
Tomorrow you'll leave a few soldiers to get that off the ground while the rest of you ride the Rumbler over to visit Uchuam. The best position to be in when dealing with future threats is directly in front of it with a huge fuckoff cannon pointed directly at its face.
WOW! That sure is a lot of words that doesn't have to do with blowing things up in a giant robot.
You are definitely better at conquering cities than running them. That's what you have Sketter for. Normally it kind of begins and ends with that but you'll be sure to tell him all of this really boring sounding shit. He'll probably jizz his jerkin over it.
For tonight at least you have more important things to do like
"PICKING AN OUTFIIIIT," Zaphidor sings, as the wheels on the clothing rack raise a disharmonious screech under his armored bulk. "Girl child do you have anything that isn't black or red."
"Uh maybe some underwear," you say. "And PJs."
The Tyrant Argus XVI's harem chambers were cleared of slave girls after his death. In their place is row upon row of armoires, racks, and clotheslines containing the second best thing about being a warlord besides the crushing-enemies-lamentation-of-the-women stuff.
Which is, of course, villainous outfits. Most of which are admittedly, in your case. black and red.
"Look I know what I like," you say.
"You have to come correct for this dinner engagement tonight." Zaphidor starts plucking things from their hangers and tossing them into Anastasi's arms. "You been on a dry spell, Vic."
"There was the Zestal Diplomat," Anastasi says. "Two months ago."
"I'm saying dry spell," Zaphidor says. "THAT guy was maybe a glass of water. THIS guy is a mothafuckin' oasis."
"It's not just about bagging a cute boy, Zaph," you say. "He's a Void-Mage. If we can pry Pi Xui off him and get him as a full-time crewman there's all sorts of fun shit we could use him for."
"We? You gonna share?"
"You're a eunuch, Zaphidor."
"Eunuchs can still appreciate art, Boo," Zaphidor says. "And he got earrings. Maybe I'm in the game. SO what kind of look you thinking for with this little dinner tete a tete?"
1 You say:
A I want to be serving some Badass Spiky-Shoulder Conquerer Realness. Like make sure he knows he's dining with the Iron Fucking Mantis.
B Something cutey casual. Like letting my hair down kind of thing.
C Formal and diplomatic. This is not a candlelit romance, this is a business-slash-recruitment dinner.
D Full-on femme fatale Maneater chic. Let's wow him.
E The nicest, fanciest, most bedazzled thing I own. I'm the Queen and the Rumbler's my castle kinda deal.
E Y'know what I'm just going in what I was already wearing. Why make a big deal out of it?