"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[Erine81981]

Father: *looks away from the window* Oh, sorry, what was that Kyle? I was distracted by a bid landing on the feeder I set up last year.

Beastley Kyle: Forget it. *sits down, turns on TV* Is there anything to watch?

 

[christyb]

OCC: Check PM's got it. Beau Visions has to wait a few more secs. My big brother has ordered me to check my PMs

 

[Barry Lee]

Herb: Oh, I can just make myself a room with my instant extreme room makererer *pulls out a little button and pushes it and a room instantly appears* see!

 

[Beauregard]

Father: I see...Although it seems rather tiny, and it's planted in the middle of the sofa...

 

[Erine81981]

Beastley Kyle: *laughs at the tiny room* That is tiny! *slaps knee* Your funny Hurb. I think it's going to be fun having your around.

 

[The Count]

Moppet Family Narration...

Usually, when Bo remarked upon the quaintness of his quaint little home, that was when disaster followed. This time was no different... The last remaining bands of U-Men gathered outside his walls, peering and leering at the occupants from behind the overgrown bushes. Six beastly warriors sprang out of the shadows concealing them seizing all MopFam members into their clefted clutches. Six more jumped out of the closet snatching up the twins and Kyle's human pets. With one fell swoop, the ambush had worked to their advantage as the screams of the captives echoed through the underground corridors connecting all landmarks in the Moppets' hometown with the converted castillated structure at the beating heart of the urban sprawl.

Christy yearned for the days when she and Bo could tell each other anything, the days when they concealed nary a secret from each other. How is it he could have fathered an eighteen year-old daughter far too gorgeous for her own good and she, the Scourge of the Seven Seas, the very She-Devil, Magic School's chief investigative infiltrater not know about the wobegon affair? Her head ached with the pains this Moppet had pressed upon her, not to mention the fact that now her old husband was back from the realm of the dead... Seeking who knew what document to veto her marriage to the bumbling beau. She wondered if her brother couldn't find some sort of mystical mixture to make her memory simply gloss over all the muddled incidents in the last few moments. But her family woes would have to wait... The chains holding her pinned inside her cell were crushed by a rough-skinned hand, taking hers in its, the soft human one chaffed by the rockyness of the unhuman one. The guard had been sent to bring Christy Nicolah before the mighty master of the subterranean subrace...

Toadie lied huddled in a small orb of greenness, weeping over his mistress's freshly laced wounds. Headmistress Featheringill whipped when she should have zipped, the claws of U-Mun crafting a deepening scar across her chest. The preserver of the wizardly arts labored to breath as she sent Toadie mental messages he was unable to comprehend, much less carry out... No, if she wanted to stop the pouring of etherial energy she must contact someone else.

Adam Cole flew through the hallways of what was once his means of employment, deftly swerving and swooping out of range from any purrsuers threatening to clip his wings or chop his head. Almost any U-Mun didn't even dare to challenge the creature, but some were blatently stupid and carried out an attack if the opportunity arose. Aided by the ten ringlets glowing around his prestidigitational digits, this feline murcielagus mutated monster divined Headmistress's plight, arriving at the spot in question in the blink of an eye. Mental messaging twixt the two and Christy ensued, formulating a final plan to stop this madness... Adam would be detained in the old principal's office, leaving his sister to pull off the acting job of the century.

The cozy little chamber warmed when Christy was brought before Kazarius, the fearsome fighter and leader of the U-Mun hordes. His brow was furred, emotions mingling across his craggy countenance... Anger over the fact that his species laid almost decimated, surprise due to the last members of the resistance had been captured yet again now lining the walls of his inner sanctum restrained by magic manicles found in the depths of the stronghold, and a small sinister smile now that the trophy stood before him. This U-Mun chieftan knew his numbers were dwindling, but he would soon rectify that, taking a new bride... His proposal was swift and demanding in front of the witnesses who were conveniently decorating the chamber's inward facades. Christy didn't know what to do, only that her family would be wiped out of existance if she refused to start a new family with this mountainous monster. The man who had hurt her was there... Unsure of just what to say, though he was left without the power to speak. His eyes betrayed him, if only for a second. The ire against him swelled in her heart as she turned to Kazarius, pledging to give herself freely and entirely. Weeping clouded the main Moppet's guilty eyes as he saw his wife embracing another as her own. In that moment, the chains loosened for a silent scream escaped the lips that were occupied elsewhere. The She-Devil claimed another victim... Kazarius's lifeless corpse fell to the chamber floor, a smallish glinting dagger piercing his hardened heart.
The trappings of the city-wide glamour zone receeded, magic alterations fading back into the relative normacy the Moppets' had come to know throughout the years... Kyle, the boy next door, shed his furry overcoat as his two pets regained their hairy appearances. The boy next door made a mad dash off to the Moppets' household to find some clothes, embarrased he was clearly back in the pink so to speak. Lucy dropped off a dozing Hebbage at the pier before driving the bus off to the closest cleaning supplies retailer singing a happy tune after seeing the blue complexion effortlessly tinge Aunt DanDan's palor. The twins cried, for Christy bound their magic again, to be used only in the performing of school magics instead of weaving their mischief amidst the rest of the mortals. Wilson's morphed back into the oddly shaped building that it used to be, branches of the oldened oak tree giving way to the concrete and glass windows of the respectable office building. Adam was able to piece together a powerful potion that restored Headmistress Featheringill's health, though she would be forced to wear a rather stylish stitching bandage forming a froggy lilypad over her heart. Four shining crystals emerged from around the necks of the spellcasting siblings as the elder lost his batty wings and the younger discarded her catty cunning as the former's feline wife reappeared in her full meowvelously motherly self. Izzy scooped up her kittens three in her arms, showering them with kisses before lifting her gaze thankfully to Christy and Adam.

Beauregard Parker Moppet turned to Christy expecting to embrace in a celebratory convergence. What he received was a woman who chose to remain apart from his inviting arms. Vanessa looking at the two awkwardly and Ron smugly pocketing his little trump card, only one thing made it impossible for Christy to reconcile with her bumbling Beau...

"So where do we go from here?" was all she could say with her icy pleading eyes, her mouth dry incapable of uttering the unasked question.
Christy couldn't go back to him... Not after he hurt her like that.

 

[Beauregard]

Father Moppet: *staring into the hard eyes of Christy, and melting a little inside* I had hoped...we could go home?

Ron: *from across the room, strides towards them* Mr Moppet, I have here in my hand...a little something that you might have lost. *waves a pink sheet of paper* It is a list, compiled by yourself, of war crimes most foul comitted by said person. *nods at Moppet* I see here lies, both brutal and beniegn, death, needless and violent, and...*consults list* An affair with Barbie? Perhaps I should have read the list before waving it around...

Father: *coldly* Perhaps you should.

Ron: Well...*ahem*...there is a 'wanted order' here from yourself for a Mr Ken-slash-Barbie's-husband? Moppet! What is this?

Father: Clearly not what you suspected...it's, er, it's something I made when with Herb when I was a kid...a list of people we'd like to kiss and other's we'd like to kill...

Ron: aka, Barbie and ken...

Father: Er...yeah...

Ron: *turns the list over* Oh crud, you're right! There's even headings, "Kiss 'n' Kill" And...number one. Christy-Cole-slash-the-girl-next-door...kiss...and kill Ron-slash-her-boyfriend. *looks up* Oh my gosh, you loved her all that long ago?

Father: She's very lovable.

Ron: That she is.

Father: *turns to Mother* Everyone has secrets...I want to share mine. Give me another chance. I'll rent an appartment, I don't mind, we can start again. So long as one day...maybe...I can be on your list again...just, not under the 'kill' heading.

(OOC: Good show Count! I loved the ending! Nicely wraps everything up! *waves arms around in a Kermit fashion* Yeyeyeyey!!!)

 

[christyb]

Mother: *pauses and then smiles* No need to rent an apartment. After all who's gonna turn your office into a bedroom for Vanessa? Next time...tell me before you shock me half to death!

 

[The Count]

*OOC: Thanks Bo... The last bit was meant as a curve ball to see what Christy'd do. Looks like not much apparently. Eh, s'okay, just sort it out amongst yourselves.

*Leaves thread off to take care of some fanfic reading, if there's any new chapters posted.
*Nudge nudge, nag nag...

 

[christyb]

OCC: Normally I'd go with it. However, due to some personal circumstances...I just don't have the heart. Beware Father though...ya never know when Mother may change her mind.