Joy and Cheer (RP)

[Aqua7KH 5,395]

(LOL I didn't realize the librarian was calling Nick's cell. It was going to be someone else oh well that's okay!)

Miguel slowly stood up. He suddenly felt pain all over his body. He could sense Grimm and knew he was in grave danger... Pun not intended.

"Ya think señorita? Don't worry... I got him." Miguel suddenly bit into his wrist, drawing a few drops of blood. The blood hovered into the air for a few moments, then raced in the air out of the cabin. It was trying to locate Grimm. Miguel ran after it, and disappeared into the shadows. He hoped he wasn't too late. "Estas loco dios mio..."

All of a sudden, as Grimm was being torn to shreds, one of the souls got a drop kick to the face and sent a few feet back. Some salt was thrown around Grimm, preventing the rest of the souls from getting through almost like a barrier.

"Estás loco ?! Maldito bastardo blandiendo la guadaña ! Me tenías preocupado medad debo patear el culo después de esto!" Miguel shouted as he stood in front of Grimm with a shank in his left hand. He was so nervous and upset he slipped into his native tongue.

(Are you crazy?! You firetrucking scythe wielding bastard! You had me worried sick- I should kick your ass after this!)

 

Meanwhile, Nick was still knocked out like a light. Something might be wrong with him.

Edited January 20, 2015 by Aqua7KH

[Hargleblargleboo 979]

The varmill was surprised with little Aoba's sudden attitude.

 

" 'E-'Ey! You watch that language of yours, lad!", he scolded as the phone was answered.

 

He pouted, but that quickly went away when Ayano had spoken.

 

"Hmm. What do ya' hear, lass?" He put a hand up to his non-existent ear and tried to listen. He couldn't hear very well in his current form. "Hold on." With a quick motion, he unwrapped his scarf and covered his whole body with it. After a couple of seconds, he uncovered himself and emerged into his male human form. "Now that I 'ave ears, let me listen again." He tried, but still couldn't hear much.

 

Then, Ayano spoke again.

 

"H-Huh? Bitin' of flesh? What in the Lord's name? Grim's in harm?!"

 

Just then, Miguel went out of the cabin to find Grim.

 

"Aaand there he goes..." He turned to Ayano. "At this rate, all of us will be stuck here for Christmas, am I right?", he said to her. "I-I guess while Aoba talks on the phone, we should help Nick, yeah? He looks...well...dead." he said bluntly.

Edited January 20, 2015 by Hargleblargleboo

[Stardustblade358 806]

Aoba blinked a few times. Trinity College? "Um. Sure. We can tell him...once he wakes up." Aoba said. Now he was curious. "May I ask what kind of book did he left behind? Because if Nick can't pick it up we can pick it up for him." Aoba said. He turned down to Nick. Still down. "(I'm pretty sure he's dead.)" Aoba gulped.

 

...

 

Grim blinked a few times as he watched an angry Miguel yell at him. He had totally forgot that what he felt Miguel felt too due to the blood exchange. Grim stood up, staring at Miguel for a minute before grabbing him by the chin gently, pulling his gaze up so that their eyes would meet. "You're such a nuance. It wasn't necessary to share our pains, you know." Grim commented. Not like it mattered. Miguel was usually stubborn to the bone. Even Death admitted as such. "It's my duty to protect these souls in my own matter, Miguel." Grim said as he let go of Miguel and pointed at the souls. They feasted upon what remained in their mouths of blood and gloom. "They've been contaminated. Unless there's a cure for the gloom. They won't be able to pass on." Grim explained, sadness and frustration in his tone. He hated this part of the job. Mostly because if it was Death he would've dealt with the corrupted souls already. But Grim was different. "I'm sorry I worried you, however." Grim muttered, turning to Miguel. "I didn't mean to do so. I just have my own ways. Please forgive me." Grim said as he picked up Miguel's hand and kissed his bleeding wrist. "To feel pain reminds me I can't give into this gloom. The voices tell me otherwise. But I'm glad that you're around to pull me out."

[Aqua7KH 5,395]

Miguel was still freaking out. "Sus propias formas ?! Al diablo con sus propias maneras ! Su propia manera va a que te maten!" (Your own ways?! To hell with your own ways! Your own way is going to get you killed!) Upon realizing he was ranting in Spanish, Miguel cleared his throat. After Grimm kissed his wrist, Miguel calmed down a bit.

"...There is more ways than YOUR way, Guada!" He really wanted to smack Grimm upside the head with a chancla (slipper) however Miguel couldn't stay mad at Grimm anyway. In reality, he would never hurt Grimm at all, even if he did deserve a good whack to the head. Miguel wiped his skull marked face with his hand. Boy, was this going to be a long holiday.

"....Let's just I dunno, lock the souls up or something. Just for now until we figure out how to cleanse them. I could perform a ritual, but I know that's not going to work."

[Stardustblade358 806]

"To be truthful, I fear this is a bigger thing, Miguel." Grim said. He walked while holding his scythe, staring down at the corrupted souls. "This was April Fool's doing, and the way she spoke, it sounds like she is planning a lot more than just pranks. Because of her, these people are dead. Because of her, and her pranks, lives have been taken out earlier than expected." Grim said as he pointed back at the house, where the police, ambulance, and grieving family members were on the scene to inspect. "Christmas is in twenty four hours, and April might be planning something much bigger than what she usually does every year now that she's fallen into the gloom." Grim explained, worry in his voice. "I really don't want to. But I fear I might have to call father over to help us. He's been asleep for a while now, to wake him up would be...tragic." Grim muttered. He then shook his head. "No. I won't call him over. I can do this-" Grim paused. He looked over at Miguel. "...we can do this." For a very long time Death had entrusted the two their own duties. Miguel with his holiday and Grim with soul collecting and delivery, giving a chance for Death to take a long deserved vacation. To Grim it was more a pride thing. If he couldn't do what he had been entrusted to he would feel useless. "We need to tell Nick. If Christmas becomes ruined, then we're just going to have double the problems. But first..." Grim said as he turned to the souls. "Miguel, let me borrow that salt of yours." Grim said as he picked up some salt and took out a jar. He filled the jar halfway with salt before whistling at the souls. The souls turned to him as Grim offered his arm. The souls didn't waste any time to attack and bite down on his arm to eat. Grim then quickly shoved the souls into the jar, sealing it and shaking it around so the salt would keep them from breaking out. "There we go." Grim paused. He felt he needed to say a bit more. "Miguel, I'm sorry for worrying you. I...well..." Grim smiled. "You mean a lot to me. Until Death brought you, I thought I was alone. You showed me otherwise, that there is more to death than just passing over, but celebration and remembrance as well. I really don't want to bother you or hurt you in fear you will turn away from me, but you haven't...thank you." Grim said, and with that, he kissed Miguel on the cheek. He looked down at the jar. "We better show this to the rest too. They'll need to know how far this is getting."

[Naegi 149]

Grim said, and with that, he kissed Miguel on the cheek. 

 

  

 

 

(Dang it, Naegi! Guess three was supposed to be a worst case scenario! D: )

((Well, I'm trying to be evil.  :rolleyes: )) 

 

((And Hargleblargleboo, I just find it ironic how one of my character (Ayano) think you're a great and responsible holiday, while my other character (Clover), just wants to see your character suffer. O___O)) 

 "I agree," Ayano replied to Varmill. She faced Nick who was lying on the couch. With an annoyed look, she walked over to him and started listening for his heart beat. "I'm no doctor but his heart beat seems..fine," She poked Nick's cheek. "I wonder why he's not waking up." If there was truly something wrong with Nick, then Christmas would definitely be in trouble. 

- - - - -

 "Oh? You're pretty clever but.." After Aurora flew up about 20 feet, she hit a dead end. "If I wasn't infected with this gloom, you would've easily break through my illusion. I mean, this illusion is influenced by gloom after all, my original abilities don't even match to this!" Clover's tone was playful, yet haunting. "Now come back down, before I clip your wings." Suddenly, more fake Clovers appeared out of thin air, grabbing onto Aurora's wings trying to force her down. They can't infect her since those fakes don't have daggers, their mission right now was to drag her down. 

((If you want, I can tell you how to escape, though you're pretty smart so you might figure it out yourself. ^__^ It involves slashing.)) 

Edited January 20, 2015 by Naegi

[Hargleblargleboo 979]

(I love irony.)

 

  "Hmm..." The varmill was quite puzzled. Why WAS Nick this way?

 

  "Well, usually a good shakin' or a slap wakes a drunk up. I'd say do that as a last resort.B-But...What if he isn't hungover? What can bring up Nicholas, the spirit of Christmas himself?" He asked Ayano.

 

  "What...do the humans do to fuel up Christmas every year? From what I've seen, they gather 'round, sing carols and hymns, exchange gifts, have feasts, love one another, and talk about how shepherds, kings, and angels put overly high expectations on a newborn God-baby that came from a virgin. That story sounds awfully familiar...", he said. 

 

  "A-Anyways, Ayano, do ya' think...doing those things keeps Nick, well, conscious? What have YOU seen the humans do?"

[Kingdom Key D 160]

(Ok then, hack and slash way it is then. You are doing a good job of writing an evil character, Naegi! I am really not sure if I even want them to escape, actually, but since there are so many infected holidays now, I have to at least try pretty hard.)

 

 

'Dang it! I forgot to take the glooms power amplifying abilities into my calculations. Time limit standards would probably also be nullified, so it looks like we have to do what he said.' 'Take out the copies?' 'Yep.' That was right about when the copies appeared, latching onto Saturn's wings and dramatically increasing her weight. 'Ok then, our wings' efficiency is reduced, and weight just skyrocketed,' Aurora analyzed, 'flying is no longer possible or desirable, so give them what they want. Use the added weight to increase momentum, and throw them at the other illusions.' Saturn complied, spiraling downwards while using the mimics like battering rams, sending them flying in every direction. 'Fifteen or so down, eighty five to go.' Saturn ducked under a knife while taking out three illusions, using spinning tactics to keep her opponents out of her blind spots, as well as to keep momentum going for the scythe. She switched to charges and slashes before she got dizzy, clearing a large swath with wide strokes of her blade. Saturn's aim was to make it to an edge, where she could fight on one front. After a couple too close calls, she began using her spinning technique again, this time with movement. After a reminder from Aurora when she came too close, Saturn also tried to lead the fighting away from where the humans had been lying. After a few more seconds of fighting, she arrived at the edge of the Clover replicas, with her opponents numbers dropping to about forty five.

 

Meanwhile in the library...

"Sure," the librarian had to resist doing a victory dance. The mountain of unwanted possessions was not going to grow today! "It looked like a very old journal, but it is in good condition. There are notes inside on ..." She paused to flip through the book a bit... "History, psychology, neuroscience, mythology, finance, anatomy... How does your friend fit all these classes in one notebook?" (Insert a very confused librarian face here. ) "anyways, feel free to pick it up for him if he can't. Can I have a name to make sure it gets to the right person?"

[Aqua7KH 5,395]

"Hell yeah its a bigger thing!" Miguel said as he crossed his arms. "This is Abríl we're talking about. I wouldn't be surprised if she has Santa's entire workshop boobietrapped or something like its freaking Indiana Jones." He listened to Grimm speak, and his tanned skin turned white at the proposal of waking up Death.

"P-P-Papi?! Aye no! If we wake him up all hell will break loose- literally! Plus with Luci-fee here-" Miguel let out a sigh of relief after Grimm said he wasn't going to do it. Luci-fee was a name he used for Lucifer sometimes after watching the character Jaq from Cinderella call the cat the same name. It was funny as hell to him. Grimm took Miguel's salt, and Miguel watched as Grimm used it to contain the souls in jars.

"Don't use all of it." Miguel said. "I want to use it later for my tacos y salchichon." (A very delicious Spanish sausage. Seriously. Try it. It's so good.)

"Hmm..." Miguel's mouth almost watered at the thought. Grimm suddenly told Miguel how he felt, and Miguel felt rather guilty for yelling at Grimm earlier.

"It's okay... If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know that there were others like me. You're my very first friend, and I trust you with my life. Don't ever worry Guada. I'll never leave you." Grimm gave Miguel a kiss on the cheek, and Miguel put his hand right on the spot where he was kissed. Miguel smiled at his best friend.

"Gracias, Grimm."

Miguel's phone began to ring, which quite surprised the holiday. He inwardly freaked out, trying to make the phone go silent.

"... Don't tell anyone of my ringtone, por favor." He silenced the call, and checked the caller ID. "Great, it's one of the elves that Nick hates in Santa's workshop. The hell he's calling me for....?" He hoped Grimm didn't just jinx Christmas.

(This is Miguel's ringtone, if you were wondering.

)

 

Meanwhile, Nick was still knocked out, however his face was dusted a deep red color. A fever had formed and was slowly getting worse. He panted in his sleep, almost as if he was trying to breathe.

[Stardustblade358 806]

Grim, after holding in his laughter at Miguel's ringtone, looked over at the phone. "Answer it. Put it on speaker." Grim said.

 

...

 

"I'll go pick them up for him. My name is Aoba. If I don't go, it will be someone named Varmill." Aoba said before hanging up. Books. It felt...odd. What was Nick doing? Well he wasn't one to look into others hobbies. Just then he heard the panting, looking that it came from Nick. "Oh no." Aoba muttered, quickly turning Nick over. Sweat was coming down his brow. Aoba felt his forehead, which was hot. "H-He has a fever! That idiot!" Aoba muttered. Things couldn't possibly get worse. Christmas was in less than twenty four hours and Nick was SICK. On the bright side however, he wasn't dead. "V-Varmill, we need to lower down this fever." Aoba said as he stood up and ran over to the small kitchen corner of the small cabin. He pulled up a chair in order to reach the sink. He soaked the kitchen towel in cold water before jumping back down and resting the towel on Nick's forehead. "This is so bad." Aoba muttered. He looked up at Varmill. "Varmill. Maybe the books will tell us something about what is going on. Do you want to go pick up the books or should I?" Aoba asked as he felt Nick's skin again. "In another note, I think we can lower his temperature if we throw him into the snow naked."

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

(I don't even know where I am anymore ._.)

 

"Death, huh?" Lucifer cracked his fingers, sighing tiredly. "Funny story on that one. It seems he can't kill me, and I've tried killing him once. Let's just say it didn't end in good terms."  The ringtone elicited a grimace from the angel, the thought of bad news quite uninspiring. "Let's here it."

[Aqua7KH 5,395]

"Aye, Luci-fee its you." Miguel said with a slight smirk as he answered the phone. Upon the mentioning of the attempted murder of Death, Miguel gave Lucifer a confused look. To be honest, Miguel didn't even want to know.

"Welp, whatever it is hopefully Papi isn't still pissed at you." The phone answered with a rather aggravated sounding snooty voice, with a slight accent.

"Is Nick there?" The voice asked.

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Why would I be with that pendejo? I'm practically the opposite of Christmas." (Fool, idiot, asshole, for some reason in other Spanish countries it means pubic hair...)

The voice sounded even more aggravated. "I'm calling you because Nick isn't picking up his damned phone! I bet the drunk is drinking as we speak. I need to talk to him. And you better worry too! Santa had a heart attack. Right now, there isn't going to be any Christmas."

Miguel turned fifty shades of white. Freaking lovely. If Christmas was gone, or any holiday for that matter, it would cause a domino effect. Once one holiday falls, the rest go down too. One at a time.

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

"Santa had a heart attack." Lucifer slowly took a few steps back. Reaching a good distance, he burst into laughter. "GOD DAMMIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME WHY IS THIS DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M DOING GOD YOU ARE WATCHING THIS AREN'T YOU!" He sighed deeply, before walking back to Miguel. "What now?"

[Stardustblade358 806]

 

 

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Why would I be with that pendejo? I'm practically the opposite of Christmas." (Fool, idiot, asshole, for some reason in other Spanish countries it means pubic hair...)

If I said that inside my house I wouldn't live through the day the chancla would be coming at me so fast and hard it'd just be like

 

 

Grim looked over at Lucifer. Death never really did like Lucifer. Something about being 'a very mischevious child'. Apparently Santa had a heart attack. Well that wasn't something that you would want to tell a little kid on Christmas morning. "This is...not good." Grim muttered as he started to think. He knew Nick was in bad terms with his father, but he had to take up the responsibility of being the next in line for this kind of stuff and take in charge of Christmas. "If Nick isn't answering it means he's still unconcious?" Grim asked. Things were going from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. He turned to Lucifer. "If we don't have Christmas, this world will fall apart." Grim then had an idea. He grabbed the phone, speaking to the elf. "This is Grim Reaper. I know it's going to sound as bad as it's going to sound but...what if we were to deliver the presents on Christmas eve?" Grim asked. "Even if it is against tradition it will only be for this year until Santa can get better and we can get Nick out of his drunken state. We do have limited time." The Grim Reaper, Day of the Dead, and the fallen angel Lucifer delivering presents? Sounded like a fanfiction gone wrong.

 

[Hargleblargleboo 979]

     "W-What?! Nicholas is ill?! Oh dear..."

 

Aoba said something about throwing Nick out into the snow to cool him off.

 

     "Oh no no no no no, Aoba, dearest child. That'll just make his condition even worse. For now, we should just let him rest, okay?"

 

The varmill, still in his human form, stood there and thought about what to do. He wanted to stay here with the others, but at the same time, he needed to go and see if there WAS anything in the library to help Nick in some way.

 

     "Oh, Aoba. Yer so carin', but...I-I'm not sure. I mean, I-I do know my way around that place, it is my home after all. I...suppose you can come, I do have a special Christmas gift waitin' for ya' and the others there anyways...I need to check on those too...especially yours. It's probably getting impatient...", he commented, muttering the last part. He turned to Ayano.

 

     "Ayano,", he said with rosey cheeks and twiddling his fingerings. "Do ya'...want to come with me? Or...who do ya' think should stay?...Oh, I simply don't know what to do!...", he said, covering his head with his hands.

[Naegi 149]

(Ok then, hack and slash way it is then. You are doing a good job of writing an evil character, Naegi! I am really not sure if I even want them to escape, actually, but since there are so many infected holidays now, I have to at least try pretty hard.)

((Really? The only infected holidays that are actually doing anything is Clover and April. Where are the others? Oh and that's a relief, I'll try my best to development Clover into a good bad guy ^^ Also, I wasn't sure whether you wanted to escape or not but when Aurora flied toward the sky, I guess I got message. Also, if you use alot of power, you could slice the illusion. Like, alot of power.))

 

 'Throw him naked in the snow?' A weird thought appeared in her mind but she quickly pushed it aside. When Varmill asked her a question, she tapped her chin. "Hmm, I can summon tunnels so we could get there faster..sure I'll go with you Varmill." Ayano grinned as she faced Aoba and the others. "Varmill and I will go get the book, you guys stay here and take care of Nick, don't do anything crazy." Tapping her foot against the floor, a tunnel suddenly opened up. "After you," She told the green holiday as she put on a hat to cover her ears. 

- - - - - 

 One of Clover's fakes spoke. "Not bad, however my illusions won't even compare to this when I take over-" A sudden shock covered his face as the fake who was speaking clutched his head. 'What the hell was that?' Clover thought. 'My mouth just spoke out randomly.' Recovering from his shock, Clover put on his usual smirk. "Anyway, prepare to die, Aurora." As he said that, the clones charged. 

[Kingdom Key D 160]

(Let's see Naegi. Infected: Clover, April, Lir, Kuro, Grim, Miguel, valentines day?, Mercury. Uninflected: Nick, Aoba, Varmill, Ayano, Ash, the American trio? Jack, Aurora, Saturn, and Lucifer. At the moment the ratio is 8: 12, if Aurora and Saturn switch it is 10: 10... Actually, that's a pretty match. We're doing it! As for attacking the illusion, I have considered it, but it is a stupid tactical move.. Let me show you why.)

 

Saturn was already tired when the clones started charging, and that Aurora had flown over more than an ocean before this fight had started, as well as that Clover had used some underhanded sleeping magic, wasn't helping. She didn't even pay attention to Clover's words, or Aurora's exclamation of 'so he doesn't know!' What Saturnalia did know was that she had to end this fast before they could get hit due to her slight lack of focus. With a deep breath, Saturn raised her scythe so that the sunlight reflected on it's blade, and murmured the name of the most powerful attack in her inventory. "Sunset flames." 'Wait, that attack will use too much energy! Saturn, you will be too tired to fight them if you do this!' Ignoring Aurora's warning, Saturn slammed her blade into the ground, creating a shockwave of flames that incinerated most of the illusions charging towards her. The ground shook a tiny bit. Taking this as a good sign, Saturn slammed the scythe into the ground again, pouring all the energy she had left into it. The world shook a bit more. Pulling her scythe from the ground, Saturn prepared the flames one more time, and swung downwards, this time falling to her knees with the attack. There was a loud noise, and then the world fell apart.

 

(So there you have it, after the events so far and considering she had been dead for 1600 years, Saturn does not have enough energy to break the illusion And keep fighting. Feel free to infect her if you want to. 10:10 ratio... So pretty!!! I will leave the illusion falling apart to you, since you know how you want that to look and I don't.)

[Aqua7KH 5,395]

Miguel gave Lucifer a weird look. "Why the hell are you laughing for? You're freaking me out amigo." He sighed and proceeded with the call.

"Like Guada said. All three of us could do it for you."

The voice immediately replied, "Oh God no." To which Miguel snapped back rather frustratedly.

"Listen, gilipolla(jack***) you have the nerve to call me on my cellphone when I have things to do. You're wasting my time. Either you say yes to us, or no one is going to get a present tomorrow morning, sí?!"

A soft sigh was heard coming from the speaker. "Fine. You three come, and I'll supervise the presents. And even if Nick was perfectly healthy, he wouldn't be doing anything involving presents. He is never to step foot in the North Pole. Even when he's sober. He's dead to us. Therefore, I am next in line."

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Damn you Christmas people aren't jolly at all. I bet I act more like Santa than all of you combined. Mexican Santa." Miguel looked up to Grimm an Lucifer.

"What are you two going to do? I don't even thing this culo deserves our hell anymore."

 

Meanwhile, back at the cabin soft groans could be heard. Nick slowly sat up and held his hand to his head. "It's so... Hot..." He muttered drowsily. "What happened...?"

Edited January 23, 2015 by Aqua7KH

[Hargleblargleboo 979]

Patty looked up at Ayano with even rosier cheeks and blinked. He slowly showed a smile. 

 

     "Y-you'll...go with me?...Oh, bless yer soul, lass!~", he shouted in excitement.

 

Ayano opened up what resembled a rabbit hole in the floor, and offered him to good first. Patty giggled.

 

     "Heehee!~ Oh, yer' so sweet.", He turned his head to Aoba and Ash. "Ash, do ya' think you can stay and help lil' Aoba over there? 'Cause that'd be great. Ooh! And while we're at it Ayano, I can possibly pick up the real holiday gifts I 'ave for ya' all, too! They are sittin' in the St. Patrick’s Cathedral!", he proclaimed. "Oh, and Aoba, take care of Nick too, okay?"

 

With that, he looked at Ayano with a huge smile.

 

     "Oh nonono, dear lass, l-let's go together!~"

 

He grabbed her hand and hopped into the rabbit hole enthusiastically. He was just really happy someone was going with him to his homeland.

 

     "Tally-ho!~"

[Hargleblargleboo 979]

(Crap. I meant to continue my post but I totally forgot.

I make posts on my PS3 80% of the time, and it has a stupid character limit that I can't fix. I apologize immensely!

Anyways...I'll finish my post...)

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

The varmill and Ayano hopped out of the rabbit hole and outside the library, but behind it so that some tourists didn't spot them.

 

     "Well, here we are!~ Isn't it beautiful? Well, let's waste no time, dear woman!"

 

Still holding her hand, he ran around the building and into the entrance. When they entered the stunning library, the varmill realized he was still holding Ayano's hand. He quickly let go of it.

 

     "U-uh...sorry, Ayano. Heh heh. I got a lil' too enthusiastic over there!", he giggled, giving a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his head and blushing. "Anyways, let's go look for that journal!"

 

With that, he walked down the library, and came across a very confused looking librarian.

 

     "E-Excuse me, miss." He called out to her. "A-are you the one who called us to pick up the journal? Um, we might know who it belongs to.", Patty asked her shyly. 

 

But after he said that, the ground started to shake a bit, but at a slow pace.

 

     "Huh? Odd. D-do you all feel that.?..."

Edited January 24, 2015 by Hargleblargleboo

[Soul Eater Evans 4,045]

Lucifer scratched the back of his head, a rare casual scene for such a serious entity. "Simply for it is quite funny. I must always be on the side of disadvantage." Straightening his body, he gave off his usual intimidating aura by declaring, "Hah! I have no doubt even I could deliver all those presents myself. Even Medusa is jollier than these brats."

[Stardustblade358 806]

Grim tapped his scythe against the ground. "Then it's settled. We're going to help out with Christmas. Though I am concerned for the spirits and April's involvement, I will help out with Christmas. If one holiday is affected the others are sure to follow. Besides, even if Nick is the worst Santa out of the generations, if we don't do something about it, the belief will plumit, and much like a god, whatever response humanity has for him, will ricochet to Nick." Grim said. It had happened before. Long a believer or two wasn't bad. However is a lot just stopped believing at the same time, it would be much like an upcoming train. Hit and run. "We better head over to the North Pole." Grim muttered. He really liked his scythe as a way of transportation itself. But the scythe couldn't possibly handle the weight of three. Plus it'd be awkward and uncomfortable for the three of them to ride the scythe at the same time. "Off to the North Pole we go." Grim said with not much change in his tone. With a swift spin of the scythe, the blade created a cut right beneath the group. It suddenly opened wide, much like an eye before swallowing the three into darkness. It was like going down a slide while on acid. They fell as wisps of spirits floated around them. Animal spirits, mostly. Once they reached their spirit form they were able to communicate much more clearly than in their original form. Within moments they felt the wooden floor beneath them, the atmosphere changing to warmth as the scent of mint and ginger was everywhere. They had reached their destination. Grim crouched on his scythe, having it float slightly from the floor, looking down at the elves. "We're here to save Christmas."

 

...

 

Aoba looked down at Nick. Finally he was awake. "Nick! Oh thank goodness I thought you were dead! Some lady at the library called over and said you left some books so the guys went to get it and-" Aoba paused, feeling Nick's forehead again. "You have a very high fever. You seriously need to take care of yourself. What did you do besides get hella drunk, Nick?! Christmas is in less than an hour away!"

[Kingdom Key D 160]

(I can not believe I am about to devote an entire post to a character who doesn't have a name, but I thought Naegi might want it for Ayano.) The librarian was still being confused when a person with green hair walked up , saying that they could return the journal. She once again was tempted to do a victory dance. Instead, she put on her friendly librarian face. "Alright, I left the journal at my desk. One second." The earth shook a bit after she turned around, and the person asked if anyone had felt it. "Yes," she responded, "probably an earthquake." After the tremors subsided, she continued to walk towards her desk.

(It actually is possible, Dublin is near the region of Ireland most likely to have an earthquake! )

[Naegi 149]

((Sorry for not responding yesterday, I watched a sad movie so by the time I got home, I was emotionally broken.)) 

 

((Aww Key, ya sure? I was hoping Aurora would escape but alrightyy. Clover will go easy on ya.)) 

 

 As the smoke subsided, it was revealed that the illusion broke. The area was back to normal: no cliff, but just an anicent tomb that looked like it was about to crumble. The real Clover walked over to the fallen holiday with a face of disgust? Pity? "So you attempted to break the illusion to avoid my rules about catching me? Honestly, you surprise me too much." He kneeled down and took out his dagger. Something in his brain told him to kill the girl but Clover somehow resisted. Instead, he held up her arm and put a tiny cut on her forearm with his dagger. That was enough to get her infected. Getting up from the ground, he started to walk away, ignoring the humans who were still asleep. "You're lucky I didn't make you suffer. However, next time..." Clover's tone was a mix of worry and anger. "...don't get in my way, you're on our side now right?" With that, he continued to walk off into the meadow. 

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 Ayano couldn't help but grin the whole time. It's been awhile since she last walked around the human world. She was always working in her underground realm like, helping the bunny workers, painting the eggs, and now with the whole gloom problem, she couldn't catch a single break. As Varmil held her hand, she feel different. Is this freedom? Suddenly to her surprise, the green holiday let go. "Oh no it's fine! It's nice being outside afterall." She responded. Then as the library shook, Ayano frowned. Her ears were picking up something but the hat she was wearing was limiting her hearing range. "What..is this bad feeling?"

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Miguel nodded at his fallen angel friend.

"Sí!" He said. "I'd say more like a jolly chupacabra, but that's good too!"

The elf grumbled into the phone. "Don't expect to be on the nice list after this! Maybe you, Grimm. But Miguel and Lucifer no!" Santa liked Grimm, since he was generally a good boy. Miguel, on the other hand... Not so much. And Lucifer, well hell no. The elf was still ranting when Miguel rolled his eyes and hung up on him.

"Callate la boca, malcriado..." Miguel muttered in annoyance. (Shut your mouth, spoiled brat...)

All of a sudden, they were at Santa's workshop or whatever in the North Pole. The elves began to squirm and frantically scatter about from the sudden newcomers, for they were startled and frightened from their problems already. Miguel grinned at them all. "Hola!" He began. "We're here to save Christmas! Also, we need to talk to the estupido that I talked to on the phone!" Miguel was actually kinda perplexed at the elves: they all just looked like regular humans but with pointy ears. "...aren't you all supposed to be like, midgets."

 

Meanwhile Nick sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. Boy did his back hurt. Aoba was going on about getting drunk, and doing something else.

"...what? No, I didn't do anything ugh..." He felt so damn hot. Aoba was right about the fever. Nick knew something was wrong. "Something's wrong... Something happened to my holiday or my father... Wait- librarian?" He held his stomach once he sat up. Nausea. Perfect. "What the hell are you talking about?"