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@cards-wildin
//since I’ve been active all over today I might as well round it out here and say if u wanna win over Dolly’s heart, just act cold around her so she lends u her jacket
the minute she sees someone in her stupid little coat is the minute she decides she’d fuckin die for them
“So, uhh... has anyone seen a goose with a bell around its neck, may or may not be holding a knife? I, umm, lost him.”
(X) @cards-wildin
“As long as you clean up after yourself, Miss Niffty would throw a fit if she saw you in that state, Wild Card… And please don’t smash the pumpkins around the hotel, the Princess worked hard to carve all of those.”
“Fair enough.” She shrugs, putting her pumpkin head on. When she speaks, it muffles her voice a bit, but she can still be heard easily enough.
“And I would never smash the ones in front of the Hotel! Hotel pumpkins are sacred. Cross my heart, that’s a promise Donny boy!”
//that reminds me I need an ask banner for Dolly but, ahhh, not now
“The Princess is throwing a Halloween party at the hotel, Wild Card... You coming?” (Wrxthfulguard)
@wrxthfulguard
“Of course I’m coming! It’s been a while since I’ve been to a part I’m actually invited to!” Currently, her pumpkin mask was off, carried under her arm. While she had been wearing pumpkins on her head for a few years now and stood by the costume, it did have a tendency to be a bit... unwieldy. She figured it was best to save it for the actual festivities.
“Though, ahh, don’t be surprised if I come over all covered in pumpkin guts.” Pumpkin smashing, one of the previously mentioned festivities.
//And that’s a real pumpkin, too
“Anyone know where I can get a confetti canon? Don’t ask what it’s for.”
wrxthfulguard:
“Very well then.” Still, he would owe Wild Card a favor someday, he’ll wait for it.
“If it’s a personal matter, then I will respect that… Let’s get these demons out of the hotel, I’ll have this reported to the Princess afterwards.”
“Oh, it’s not personal, just destructive.”
Much like her usual antics. Though Don seemed fine with her causing trouble outside and far away from the Hotel, she still figured it was best not to divulge her plans for chaos to him like this. So, she leaves it at that and just shrugs.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll cart the suckers out.” She starts heading up the stairs, motioning for Don to follow. The chains, of course, move with her.
nebula-gaster:
“You are just adorable, you know that?” Ombra pulled Dolly into a one-armed hug, nuzzling her cheek. “Cute and psycho, and I love ya for that. In fact, how’d you like to work for me? I could use some assistance in starting out my protection rackets. I’ll pay you in whatever you want, apart from holy metal.”
She lets the nuzzling happen, but wrinkles her nose at the offer of a job.
“Yeah, no. Look, if you ever get in trouble and need me to save your ass, I’m there pronto, but I don’t work for anybody down here. Just, as a rule.”
wrxthfulguard:
“Thanks for the assistance, Wild Card… I’ll be sure to return a favor some day as a debt of thanks… It’s the least I can do for now.”
He nodded to her in thanks, unfazed by the severed hand… Niffty might get rid of it, anyways.
“So… What are you planning to do with the grenade?”
“Look, if they managed to blow something else up, there’s no telling how that might’ve set me off. So, believe me when I say, no favor is needed.”
Really, if anything, she should owe him a favor. If she had gone off on her own, they might’ve still had time to blow something up, and who knows how the situation would devolve after that. As far as the grenade, she gives a smile.
“I think it’s best if you don’t know.”
nebula-gaster:
“Oh, my plans are far from all figured out. I told you, I’m playing the long game. I form plans as time goes by, and whether that takes years, decades, centuries or longer, I’ll see what comes of them.”
He wouldn’t make the same mistakes he did in life. This time, he’d have a proper layout; a few capos, a consigliere, an underboss, and plenty of flesh-and-blood soldiers. If, at any point, he fucked up, he’d simply break it all down and try again.
He could do this forever if he had to.
“Look, I’ll be honest with you, you lost me at plans. I don’t plan SHIT!”
As if to emphasize her point, at that last word she reaches into one of her coat pockets and pulls out whatever’s in there, slamming it onto the ground with as much force as she can muster. The object in question happens to be a rubber duck, which gives one squeak as it hits the ground before the impact bursts it open. Dolly stares down at the rubber pieces blankly.
“Fuck... I’m gonna miss them.”
//And that’s a real pumpkin, too
wrxthfulguard:
“Knock and kick them out of the hotel, Wild Card… Despite what they did, they don’t deserve a trip to Limbo… Yet.”
At least Don learned that it was grenades and not a full explosive, not putting his trench knife away as he turned his head towards Dolly.
“Don’t need any bloodshed in the hotel, not unless we want to upset the Princess.”
She shrugs, more than willing to follow his orders. At least, in this circumstance. Princess’ hotel, Princess’ rules, and that meant no bloodshed, even if she was tempted to throw them out the upper story windows and see how far they’d go.
“Alright, I’ll kick the sorry souls outta the place. No bloodshed here.” At that point she realized she was still holding the severed hand and tosses it aside. “Err... no additional bloodshed. Well, into unconsciousness they go!”
And with that, the chains holding the whimpering demons reconfigure to hit the tops of their skulls, effectively knocking them out. Dolly would move back towards the stairs, chains following behind her like snakes, carrying the now-unconscious attackers.
nebula-gaster:
“Then you can know me once I eventually become an Overlord. I won’t forget my friends, Dolly, you’re all coming with me on this wonderful journey.” He pulled Dolly into a quick hug, nuzzling her before letting go. “I mean it, Dolly, it’s gonna happen one day. Once I’ve got eyes all over Hell, nothing and no one’s gonna be safe!”
“Uhh, yeah, that’s kinda what I meant.”
Imagining Ombra as an Overlord was... weird. Dolly always envisioned them as being stiffs, surely controlling that much territory had to take some serious work on their end. Business stuff, something that stiffs do.
That being said, Ombra, as far as Dolly had seen, was perfectly lively. The two images fit together like a square peg in a circular hole, which is to say, they didn’t fit at all.
“Guess you got your plans all figured out. And your work cut out for you. Well, if you really do make it to the top, I guess I’ll have to make sure not to mess things up in... whatever it is you end up controlling. Never had to redirect my chaos before, hmm...”
//anyways this comeback’s made me realize that I definitelyyyy need to redraw most of my Dolly icons
nebula-gaster:
“Because it’s fun, for one! We got eternity down here, we can do whatever we want!” The shadow demon took Dolly’s hands in his as he leaned in close. “I’m an expert at playing the long game, Dolly. And while sure, a lot of shit can happen in a hundred, maybe a thousand years, my patience is infinite; there will come a day when my power matches the top lords of Hell!”
To be honest, Dolly doesn’t see it. The long game sounds... well, it sounds boring. And so did being an Overlord, to be honest. There was a reason she didn’t go after that title, after all. She also probably wasn’t powerful enough yet but, hey, she’d managed to hold her own in turf wars just fine. Granted, she had no turf to defend and mostly joined for fun but still.
“Spying on people does present some decent opportunities, but I’m a fan of less ambitious antics, personally. Might be cool to actually know an Overlord, though.”
wrxthfulguard:
“On it!” Don lunged out from his hiding place, swinging his trench knife at the armed demons to disarm them of their weapons and knock them out while keeping Wild Card safe.
“Chain them!”
Still hugging the device (and the severed hand attached to it) to her chest, she nods, summoning several of her chains to lunge at the demons and wrap around them, effectively trapping them all. Still, she keeps her distance when she takes the mystery object from the severed hand, inspecting it. They’re certainly making a lot of noise, but she ignores them, speaking over them best she can.
“Uhh... yeah, I’m no demolitions expert, yet, but I know a grenade when I see one. Not a bomb but it’s not not a bomb.”
Or maybe it was? Considering how much she appreciated chaos, she should really do a bit more research into explosives. But that was for a later date, because currently all she was doing was confusing herself.
“Either way, day saved and I’m confiscating this. To dispose of. Far away from the Hotel. So no one’s in danger.” Also known as, taking it to use later but, well, she might as well get something from all this stress. Something other than keeping the Hotel standing, not that a few grenades could have damaged it that badly. Probably. Once again, not a demolitions expert.
“So, uhh, if we’re not killing them, what now?”
