The Guardians looked on at her rough treatment; some with furious, barely checked anger. Others with silent horror. The blonde, oddly, kept her cool much better, even as her head thudded along the way, bringing pause to her speech. She sneered at Nonon before her little trip. "Haters gonna hate fer sure." Then away she went, scuffing up dirt and ensuring she'd have to do her make-up all over again. Rude.
"Like, wow maid chick, nosy much? I told you to just let it go cause it's totes none of your beeswax. I don't even know why you're following right now; I mean, I can understand how totally fash I am but if you keep watching I'm gonna start charging for the privilege, ya know?"
Then the beatings began. She had held strong for the first, but her resolve was weakening, bit by bit as tattered garments and blood flew freely. One lash: "Like, ow!". Two lash: "Like, OW!" So her exclamation grew with her pain. Yet for all that, the Guardians suffered worse.
Vyers: By the infernal hells which I command, what have I done!? I would watch a thousand thousand banal programs if only to spare my savior from having to pay for my sins!
He dug fingernails into his head, streams of blood coursing around every digit.
Yuna: Hm Cud oo, ers?! Eh kin ay uh or...(How could you, Vyers? I can't take much more....)
Yuna was mumbling, because, of course, she had her gun in her mouth, trembling.
Tepet: THE DISHONOR I SEE, BEFORE ME AND IN ME, IS TERRIBLE TO BEAR! I MUST SEEK PENANCE.
She lifted her giant sword, sculpting the ground before her into a likeness of herself. Then, like a karate master with a concrete block, she began to whittle it down with the furious attacks of her skull.
Azula: Brrrrraaaagggh! Uh, uh, Uaaaagh!
She was on hands and knees, praying to a porcelain god that would not come. Flames erupted violently from her mouth, yet a foul stench belied something even deeper from her bowels. Sickness and flame mingled noxiously together; a fiery fountain of vomit that pooled around her prostrate form.
By the tenth lash, curses, screams, and the gnashing of teeth had reached their climax, rendering the snap of the lash inaudible. Their leader bore her suffering patiently, having ceased her squeaks. She comforted them, weakly.
"Guys...it's okay...just like, try to think about how super-super cute I am, and how great I look in a mini-skirt..."
They all paused. Yuna dropped her pistol. Vyers let his arms hang limp. Tepet had ceased abusing her forehead. Azula's stream of streaming illness was dammed. Their eyes looked upon their leader, but in a transient way, seemed to look past her to idyllic pastures. They were calm again, trance-like, as if their minds were borne to a holy sanctum.
She smiled weakly, meager satisfaction being the last of her braces as the assault mercilessly continued. By the time of the twentieth, she bore a look so brutal, it would take several shopping sprees to undo. She lie there for a minute, weakly getting up.
"I...like...just have one thing to say to you, Bukakksuki. Come closer..."
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"Like, wow maid chick, nosy much? I told you to just let it go cause it's totes none of your beeswax. I don't even know why you're following right now; I mean, I can understand how totally fash I am but if you keep watching I'm gonna start charging for the privilege, ya know?"
Then the beatings began. She had held strong for the first, but her resolve was weakening, bit by bit as tattered garments and blood flew freely. One lash: "Like, ow!". Two lash: "Like, OW!" So her exclamation grew with her pain. Yet for all that, the Guardians suffered worse.
Vyers: By the infernal hells which I command, what have I done!? I would watch a thousand thousand banal programs if only to spare my savior from having to pay for my sins!
He dug fingernails into his head, streams of blood coursing around every digit.
Yuna: Hm Cud oo, ers?! Eh kin ay uh or...(How could you, Vyers? I can't take much more....)
Yuna was mumbling, because, of course, she had her gun in her mouth, trembling.
Tepet: THE DISHONOR I SEE, BEFORE ME AND IN ME, IS TERRIBLE TO BEAR! I MUST SEEK PENANCE.
She lifted her giant sword, sculpting the ground before her into a likeness of herself. Then, like a karate master with a concrete block, she began to whittle it down with the furious attacks of her skull.
Azula: Brrrrraaaagggh! Uh, uh, Uaaaagh!
She was on hands and knees, praying to a porcelain god that would not come. Flames erupted violently from her mouth, yet a foul stench belied something even deeper from her bowels. Sickness and flame mingled noxiously together; a fiery fountain of vomit that pooled around her prostrate form.
By the tenth lash, curses, screams, and the gnashing of teeth had reached their climax, rendering the snap of the lash inaudible. Their leader bore her suffering patiently, having ceased her squeaks. She comforted them, weakly.
"Guys...it's okay...just like, try to think about how super-super cute I am, and how great I look in a mini-skirt..."
They all paused. Yuna dropped her pistol. Vyers let his arms hang limp. Tepet had ceased abusing her forehead. Azula's stream of streaming illness was dammed. Their eyes looked upon their leader, but in a transient way, seemed to look past her to idyllic pastures. They were calm again, trance-like, as if their minds were borne to a holy sanctum.
She smiled weakly, meager satisfaction being the last of her braces as the assault mercilessly continued. By the time of the twentieth, she bore a look so brutal, it would take several shopping sprees to undo. She lie there for a minute, weakly getting up.
"I...like...just have one thing to say to you, Bukakksuki. Come closer..."