DimeUhDozen
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Amidst all the chaos about, a more lighthearted yet sinister presence emerges.
Straightening his tie, looking like he just got back from the world's most boring theater screening, a disgusting-looking man in striped black and white clothes struts down the street. Oddly quiet, even for a suburb full of idiots like this one. Slightly unmetered but hey, it'd beat the Netherworld any day.
"Well, lesse here, uh... First order of business, find a house to haunt, should be easy enough -- Oh! Well, uh, heh-heh-heh... Don't mind if I do..."
His eye catches a bleak-looking mansion of which hasn't looked lived in for years. Should be a nice place to settle down, scam a couple people, get a little lucky with some... ladies...
Speaking of which... another presence enters the scene, an explosion going off near a carriage as a black flame from a candle summons forth an evil from ages past. Not unlike himself. Seeing this, the bio-exorcist jumps and reels back, running his hands in circles -- with his head following suit. Finally, he clasps his hands upon his cheeks to stop them from spinning. And he jerks his head angrily towards the source of the combustion.
"HEY! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA HERE!? C'MON! FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSER!"
Suddenly, his tone shifts as a broomstick hovers down elegantly from the sky. A ginger woman with unusual teeth meeting his gaze with a teasing and sly grin.
"O-Oh! Well, uh, pardon me, actually, ma'am. I, uh... I thought you were the cable guy." He snorts, almost like a pig.
"Noooo apologies necessar-ay! I was just marking my territory, so to speak; looking for a nice place for me and my sistaaahs to spend eternity."
A twirl of her finger as she sways almost like a ballroom dancer down to the central path of the mansion. She spins around in a circle with wicked glee and narrows her eyes as she notices the cobwebs, the evil energy practically radiating off of the place like a bad stench. Oh, it's just absolutely horrid, wretched, and downright nasty. Winifred adores it. Rubbing her hands together, she proceeds to walk towards it, only to be comically intercepted by the clownish man, pushing onto her chest -- maybe a little too closely -- prompting her to swat away with disgust.
"Oh-wait-wait-wait, ahh-uhh... Well, actually, I was just about the claim this house, you know for business and all. You understand, don'tcha? Unless of course, we could uh... arrange for a lodging type-a deal. Maybe... we could... even share a bed...."
Getting uncomfortably close once again, nearly going in for a kiss. Another swat and a slap towards the nose of the snake in cheap clothing, causing him to growl out in pain. Winifred's patience has grown far too thin. Well, as long as he's here, he might as well make himself useful. She could use whatever spectral energy he has to fuel her fire so to speak.
"Actually... I think I have an arrangement for you, my dear boy... Six feet under, that is...."
A horrible frown slides upon the man's face as he murmurs angrily and pats the dust off his suit. Shaking off his limbs to get ready for a brawl.
"Alrighty then. So that's how it's gonna be... In that case..."
Thunder crackles.
"It's showtime."
Straightening his tie, looking like he just got back from the world's most boring theater screening, a disgusting-looking man in striped black and white clothes struts down the street. Oddly quiet, even for a suburb full of idiots like this one. Slightly unmetered but hey, it'd beat the Netherworld any day.
"Well, lesse here, uh... First order of business, find a house to haunt, should be easy enough -- Oh! Well, uh, heh-heh-heh... Don't mind if I do..."
His eye catches a bleak-looking mansion of which hasn't looked lived in for years. Should be a nice place to settle down, scam a couple people, get a little lucky with some... ladies...
Speaking of which... another presence enters the scene, an explosion going off near a carriage as a black flame from a candle summons forth an evil from ages past. Not unlike himself. Seeing this, the bio-exorcist jumps and reels back, running his hands in circles -- with his head following suit. Finally, he clasps his hands upon his cheeks to stop them from spinning. And he jerks his head angrily towards the source of the combustion.
"HEY! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA HERE!? C'MON! FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSER!"
Suddenly, his tone shifts as a broomstick hovers down elegantly from the sky. A ginger woman with unusual teeth meeting his gaze with a teasing and sly grin.
"O-Oh! Well, uh, pardon me, actually, ma'am. I, uh... I thought you were the cable guy." He snorts, almost like a pig.
"Noooo apologies necessar-ay! I was just marking my territory, so to speak; looking for a nice place for me and my sistaaahs to spend eternity."
A twirl of her finger as she sways almost like a ballroom dancer down to the central path of the mansion. She spins around in a circle with wicked glee and narrows her eyes as she notices the cobwebs, the evil energy practically radiating off of the place like a bad stench. Oh, it's just absolutely horrid, wretched, and downright nasty. Winifred adores it. Rubbing her hands together, she proceeds to walk towards it, only to be comically intercepted by the clownish man, pushing onto her chest -- maybe a little too closely -- prompting her to swat away with disgust.
"Oh-wait-wait-wait, ahh-uhh... Well, actually, I was just about the claim this house, you know for business and all. You understand, don'tcha? Unless of course, we could uh... arrange for a lodging type-a deal. Maybe... we could... even share a bed...."
Getting uncomfortably close once again, nearly going in for a kiss. Another swat and a slap towards the nose of the snake in cheap clothing, causing him to growl out in pain. Winifred's patience has grown far too thin. Well, as long as he's here, he might as well make himself useful. She could use whatever spectral energy he has to fuel her fire so to speak.
"Actually... I think I have an arrangement for you, my dear boy... Six feet under, that is...."
A horrible frown slides upon the man's face as he murmurs angrily and pats the dust off his suit. Shaking off his limbs to get ready for a brawl.
"Alrighty then. So that's how it's gonna be... In that case..."
Thunder crackles.
"It's showtime."
Speed Equalized
Beetlejuice is in his Freed key
Battle takes place in the Haunted Mansion courtyard
Win by Death or Incap
Battle Music:
The Ghost with the Most:
She'll Put a Spell on You:
Incon: Flashlight237 (1)
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