10-20-2018, 01:19 PM
<style>.dizzyquestlayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#0b0528;} .dizzyquestgradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#2b0301, #640906, #2b0301); background: -o-linear-gradient(#2b0301, #640906, #2b0301); background: -moz-linear-gradient(#2b0301, #640906, #2b0301); background: linear-gradient(#82b6cb, #82b6cb, #82b6cb); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .dizzyquesttex{width:622px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/4djNK375/dizzyquesttex.png');background-size:repeat;padding:10px;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;border:1px solid #000;} .dizzyquestpic {width:600px; height:400px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/q7svtrXV/dizzyquestpic.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:-40px;} .dizzyquestname {width:600px; height:100px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/j5h21TLQ/dizzyquestname.png');background-size:contain;margin-top:-50px;} .dizzyquestpost {padding:40px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-top:0px;text-align:justify;font:13px times;color:#be9b65;}</style><center><div class=dizzyquesttex><div class=dizzyquestgradient><div class=dizzyquestlayout><div class=dizzyquestpic></div><div class=dizzyquestpost>Sick satisfaction rushed up Dizzy’s arms and through her veins as the striped lance squelched into the demon’s chest, piercing him through and tearing an enraged scream from his throat. He didn’t, unfortunately, listen to her command and just up and die, but still. It was a fucking cathartic moment, alright? Probably it was for the best that ominous clouds rolled in front of the moon and the fucking Krampus asshole stopped giving a shit about her and her delicious fear.
The fog thickened, only to be swept away by sharp, biting wind that fucking <i>hurt</i> it was so cold on her bare skin. Demon bitch was distracted enough by the pole in his chest and just being generally terrified of whatever scary shit was coming next that Dizzy shrugged and walked over to her damn dress and put it back on. Bring it. At this point, what was there even left to be scared of? Obviously something big, ‘cause Krampus was backing away all shivery-panicked, but honestly. It was a nightmare. Get over your shit, Special K.
What was the worst that could happen?
One of the jack-o-lanterns that had made up the audience for her performance rose, his face twisting into a sloppily-carved expression of rage. He reached up, pulled a carving knife out of his head, and the fire inside him burned hotter, shifting from orange to a wicked blue. He pointed the sharp blade at her and spewed some more shitty poetry reminding her he was in charge and the Big Bad of this fever dream. Point taken, duly noted, et cetera.
Krampus took off toward the river, and Dizzy just sighed and finished straightening her dress. If she were smart enough to run when things got bad, she wouldn’t have gotten herself into quite so many messes already, so. At least she’d gotten a good warmup in, and while she’d gotten a little lazy since her change in careers, she’d taken a fair few self-defense classes in her stripper days. A girl’s gotta be at least reasonably safe, after all.
She’d never really been the best at listening to the if at all possible get yourself _out_ of danger side of things, and this was a nightmare and a fucking pumpkin-headed flaming magician, soooo. She slipped off her sexy heels, took on a fighting stance, bounced a little on the balls of her feet to adjust and balance. And then fuckin’ waved him forward. <i>Come on, then. Let’s dance.</i>
He did so, charging and swinging that damn knife, sharp and trailing a few dangling bits of pumpkin, the stringy inner flesh that clung to seeds and made a mess all over the kitchen. And those years of classes helped her dodge, using her arm to deflect the blow and guide it away from hitting her, from slicing through blue flesh and finding the still red blood beneath.
He swung again, and this time she wasn’t so lucky. She managed to dodge partway, but he scored a long slice along her abdomen, leaving strings of pumpkin guts dripping from her belly and clinging to the wound. Gross. “Fuck!” The cut was shallow enough that it didn’t gut her, but deep enough that yep, she found out she was right. Even in weird Nightmare Before Christmas dreams she bled red. Ugh, it hurt, too, wasn’t dream pain not supposed to actually hurt or some shit? Figured she’d get the defective dreams where pain was a real thing. Fuck this.
Also why wasn’t he attacking her with like...actual magic? Wasn’t he supposed to be some big scary magic villain? Did he just want it to be more fun? More challenging? Fuck that guy. Or maybe it was just that he was clearly shit at magic so far, and trying to avoid fucking up even more. Fine. Cool with her.
Apparently he got sick of the filthy knife approach, ‘cause he threw it aside and pulled out a string of creepy grinning pumpkin and skull lights -- ugh, how tacky. Figured. He lunged and caught her around the neck, pulling her to him and choking her. Tried to wrap the string of lights around her neck and strangle her too, the fucker, but she grabbed his pumpkin head and threw herself up and over, flipping in a particularly acrobatic move that usually ended with her halfway up a pole, clinging with her legs.
She managed to slip out of the grip of his stupid fucking string lights with their stupid fucking smiles, but sorta forgot about the bright hot fire that burned in his damn jack-0-lantern head and managed to burn herself pretty good in the process. Bright side, it helped stop the bleeding from her abdomen. Less bright side, it hurt like a bitch. Ugh, shit, that was gonna leave a damn mark. He threw her down and she scrambled to her feet and took off running the same direction the Krampus-turned-coward fled, toward the river.</div><div class=dizzyquestname></div></div></div></div></center>
The fog thickened, only to be swept away by sharp, biting wind that fucking <i>hurt</i> it was so cold on her bare skin. Demon bitch was distracted enough by the pole in his chest and just being generally terrified of whatever scary shit was coming next that Dizzy shrugged and walked over to her damn dress and put it back on. Bring it. At this point, what was there even left to be scared of? Obviously something big, ‘cause Krampus was backing away all shivery-panicked, but honestly. It was a nightmare. Get over your shit, Special K.
What was the worst that could happen?
One of the jack-o-lanterns that had made up the audience for her performance rose, his face twisting into a sloppily-carved expression of rage. He reached up, pulled a carving knife out of his head, and the fire inside him burned hotter, shifting from orange to a wicked blue. He pointed the sharp blade at her and spewed some more shitty poetry reminding her he was in charge and the Big Bad of this fever dream. Point taken, duly noted, et cetera.
Krampus took off toward the river, and Dizzy just sighed and finished straightening her dress. If she were smart enough to run when things got bad, she wouldn’t have gotten herself into quite so many messes already, so. At least she’d gotten a good warmup in, and while she’d gotten a little lazy since her change in careers, she’d taken a fair few self-defense classes in her stripper days. A girl’s gotta be at least reasonably safe, after all.
She’d never really been the best at listening to the if at all possible get yourself _out_ of danger side of things, and this was a nightmare and a fucking pumpkin-headed flaming magician, soooo. She slipped off her sexy heels, took on a fighting stance, bounced a little on the balls of her feet to adjust and balance. And then fuckin’ waved him forward. <i>Come on, then. Let’s dance.</i>
He did so, charging and swinging that damn knife, sharp and trailing a few dangling bits of pumpkin, the stringy inner flesh that clung to seeds and made a mess all over the kitchen. And those years of classes helped her dodge, using her arm to deflect the blow and guide it away from hitting her, from slicing through blue flesh and finding the still red blood beneath.
He swung again, and this time she wasn’t so lucky. She managed to dodge partway, but he scored a long slice along her abdomen, leaving strings of pumpkin guts dripping from her belly and clinging to the wound. Gross. “Fuck!” The cut was shallow enough that it didn’t gut her, but deep enough that yep, she found out she was right. Even in weird Nightmare Before Christmas dreams she bled red. Ugh, it hurt, too, wasn’t dream pain not supposed to actually hurt or some shit? Figured she’d get the defective dreams where pain was a real thing. Fuck this.
Also why wasn’t he attacking her with like...actual magic? Wasn’t he supposed to be some big scary magic villain? Did he just want it to be more fun? More challenging? Fuck that guy. Or maybe it was just that he was clearly shit at magic so far, and trying to avoid fucking up even more. Fine. Cool with her.
Apparently he got sick of the filthy knife approach, ‘cause he threw it aside and pulled out a string of creepy grinning pumpkin and skull lights -- ugh, how tacky. Figured. He lunged and caught her around the neck, pulling her to him and choking her. Tried to wrap the string of lights around her neck and strangle her too, the fucker, but she grabbed his pumpkin head and threw herself up and over, flipping in a particularly acrobatic move that usually ended with her halfway up a pole, clinging with her legs.
She managed to slip out of the grip of his stupid fucking string lights with their stupid fucking smiles, but sorta forgot about the bright hot fire that burned in his damn jack-0-lantern head and managed to burn herself pretty good in the process. Bright side, it helped stop the bleeding from her abdomen. Less bright side, it hurt like a bitch. Ugh, shit, that was gonna leave a damn mark. He threw her down and she scrambled to her feet and took off running the same direction the Krampus-turned-coward fled, toward the river.</div><div class=dizzyquestname></div></div></div></div></center>