I'm relieved that you wouldn't have preferred Mariah Carey, though had you requested it I would have tried to include her. I'm not at all sure which of War's camp followers she'd be, but I'm sure I could work her in there somewhere :) Bells... yes, I can think of something suitable for the bells, while keeping them Christmassy. Ish.
The bells "I don't get it," said Scuffles, sniffing. "One minute they were singing happily and the next minute they were arguing over who had the better contralto, and then they were fighting. One of them picked up a garden gnome and stabbed another one with it!" "It's copacetic, bro," said Famine patting his shoulder again. "War's here and he's boosting your natural aura. You're going to find that mortals all react a lot faster to you when he's around." "Stabbed with a gnome?" Death looked interested. "I might have to go and see that for myself!" He stalked off. "How's it all going?" sniffled Scuffles, looking out of the window. Pestilence had managed to get Hilda attached to the sleigh now and she was standing there, her ears pricked up, looking at him as though to ask 'what next?'. "How did he get her to do that?" Famine looked out of the window as well and grinned like a fat man seeing starving people clustered at the window admiring his banquet. "He's got a way with animals," he said. "No idea how or why, he just has. You should see him do his lion-tamer act sometime." Death stalked back in. "The gnome was holding a harpoon spear," he said mournfully. "Much less interesting than I'd hoped for. But... why does War have such a nautical theme going on with the gnomes anyway?" "Kevin," said War, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen wearing only a towel. "He wanted to recreate some scene from literature. Moby Dick I think." "You're supposed to wear the towel around your waist, not your hair," said Famine. "Have you started reading Cosmo?" The doorbell rang and, as it was almost Christmas, they tingled and tinkled like tiny church bells ringing out a day of peace over a war-torn French town in the nineteen forties. "That was rather nice," said Famine as the sound of the bells died away. "Did you-- where did War go?" The screams indicated that War had gone to open the front door and see who was calling. Scuffles scratched his head. "Panic," he said. "Panic's arrived. He's upstairs." "Makes sense," said Famine. "I bet that's the last lot of carollers we get this evening though." Death smiled. "No," he said. "I'm expecting at least one more." Scuffles opened his mouth to ask why, but Famine nudged him in the ribs first. Famine's elbows were as pointy as kebab skewers so Scuffles only managed a breathless 'ouch!' before he was being seized by the shoulders and hurried out of the back door. "Don't ask the boss why he's made arrangements unless you're certain you want the answers," said Famine. "Ask War about the Christmas we played Exploding Kittens. But before you do that, come and help me polish the brass on the sleigh. I think I have to go and deliver... ahem, presents, shortly."
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I'm relieved that you wouldn't have preferred Mariah Carey, though had you requested it I would have tried to include her. I'm not at all sure which of War's camp followers she'd be, but I'm sure I could work her in there somewhere :)
Bells... yes, I can think of something suitable for the bells, while keeping them Christmassy. Ish.
The bells
"I don't get it," said Scuffles, sniffing. "One minute they were singing happily and the next minute they were arguing over who had the better contralto, and then they were fighting. One of them picked up a garden gnome and stabbed another one with it!"
"It's copacetic, bro," said Famine patting his shoulder again. "War's here and he's boosting your natural aura. You're going to find that mortals all react a lot faster to you when he's around."
"Stabbed with a gnome?" Death looked interested. "I might have to go and see that for myself!" He stalked off.
"How's it all going?" sniffled Scuffles, looking out of the window. Pestilence had managed to get Hilda attached to the sleigh now and she was standing there, her ears pricked up, looking at him as though to ask 'what next?'. "How did he get her to do that?"
Famine looked out of the window as well and grinned like a fat man seeing starving people clustered at the window admiring his banquet. "He's got a way with animals," he said. "No idea how or why, he just has. You should see him do his lion-tamer act sometime."
Death stalked back in. "The gnome was holding a harpoon spear," he said mournfully. "Much less interesting than I'd hoped for. But... why does War have such a nautical theme going on with the gnomes anyway?"
"Kevin," said War, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen wearing only a towel. "He wanted to recreate some scene from literature. Moby Dick I think."
"You're supposed to wear the towel around your waist, not your hair," said Famine. "Have you started reading Cosmo?"
The doorbell rang and, as it was almost Christmas, they tingled and tinkled like tiny church bells ringing out a day of peace over a war-torn French town in the nineteen forties.
"That was rather nice," said Famine as the sound of the bells died away. "Did you-- where did War go?"
The screams indicated that War had gone to open the front door and see who was calling. Scuffles scratched his head. "Panic," he said. "Panic's arrived. He's upstairs."
"Makes sense," said Famine. "I bet that's the last lot of carollers we get this evening though."
Death smiled. "No," he said. "I'm expecting at least one more."
Scuffles opened his mouth to ask why, but Famine nudged him in the ribs first. Famine's elbows were as pointy as kebab skewers so Scuffles only managed a breathless 'ouch!' before he was being seized by the shoulders and hurried out of the back door.
"Don't ask the boss why he's made arrangements unless you're certain you want the answers," said Famine. "Ask War about the Christmas we played Exploding Kittens. But before you do that, come and help me polish the brass on the sleigh. I think I have to go and deliver... ahem, presents, shortly."
Greg - this continues to be utterly delightful. I'm so glad you choose to spend Christmas with this crew :D
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