Dead and Loving It
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 11:33 am
Akeelah surveyed the line of models, frowning. The clothes themselves were fine, of course. All from her personal collection. But something about those who were modeling them for her just wasn't quite right. She couldn't place her finger on it. It shouldn't have mattered that they were all guys, they were all very skinny, definitely her size. Maybe...THAT had to be it. While they were definitely skinny enough, it was the fact that they didn't have the right -shape-. They were all...weird and rotting.
She glanced at her compatriot, the small cockroach standing on her shoulder, antennae twitching this way and that.
"What do you think, Roachy?" She asked, looking back at the ghouls. "Just don't have that feminine shape to them, right? It's like...like a bunch of Fellses trying to model!" She sighed. "Well, that does it, there's no way I'm gonna be able to hire any of these guys out as models for any amount of money." She turned, carelessly giving one brief wave with her hand and sending the ghouls tumbling into dust and bones once more.
"Ghouls -have- to be useful for something more than eating people. I mean, they only have a tiny bit less brain than your average peasant, right?"
She paused, considering.
"Well I could have them infiltrate Stormwind government, yes, but...no, that's probably bad, I do that and Elestera has my head on a pike or...whatever Roses do, I don't know, decorating a nice flower arrangement?"
She didn't flinch as Roachy scurried into her mouth and down her throat into her stomach, nibbling on some food she'd left for him in the now mostly useless organ.
"No ideas, huh? Alright, I'll brainstorm myself, whatever."
She sat down, huffing, and crossing her legs. She sat there for a while, going over and rejecting the ideas that came into her head. She could ask Varley Brown, but no, the usually fun rogue would probably just tell her that ghouls should remain in the ground where they belong, and why doesn't she go back there as well? He sure got boring when it came to the undead, it seemed.
She tilted her head, as an idea came to her.
"...undead rights movement? I bet they'd make great picketers!"
She glanced at her compatriot, the small cockroach standing on her shoulder, antennae twitching this way and that.
"What do you think, Roachy?" She asked, looking back at the ghouls. "Just don't have that feminine shape to them, right? It's like...like a bunch of Fellses trying to model!" She sighed. "Well, that does it, there's no way I'm gonna be able to hire any of these guys out as models for any amount of money." She turned, carelessly giving one brief wave with her hand and sending the ghouls tumbling into dust and bones once more.
"Ghouls -have- to be useful for something more than eating people. I mean, they only have a tiny bit less brain than your average peasant, right?"
She paused, considering.
"Well I could have them infiltrate Stormwind government, yes, but...no, that's probably bad, I do that and Elestera has my head on a pike or...whatever Roses do, I don't know, decorating a nice flower arrangement?"
She didn't flinch as Roachy scurried into her mouth and down her throat into her stomach, nibbling on some food she'd left for him in the now mostly useless organ.
"No ideas, huh? Alright, I'll brainstorm myself, whatever."
She sat down, huffing, and crossing her legs. She sat there for a while, going over and rejecting the ideas that came into her head. She could ask Varley Brown, but no, the usually fun rogue would probably just tell her that ghouls should remain in the ground where they belong, and why doesn't she go back there as well? He sure got boring when it came to the undead, it seemed.
She tilted her head, as an idea came to her.
"...undead rights movement? I bet they'd make great picketers!"