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[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

Cabal Cabal sketch dump  in honor of starting The Fall of the House of Cabal!

In order of appearance - 

Horst, Leonie, Johannes, Miss Smith, Bose/Nyarlothotep 

[misstoothbrush]

I’ve just finished reading The Fall of the House of Cabal and I’m a bundle of emotions so if anyone else has read it and would love to discuss it as well Im so so so here

[szayelgranz]

hello it is i, making my brave foray into book-series-i-adored-when-it-was-new-and-lost-touch-with-when-i-started-taking-difficult-classes. where's the new cabal cabal at. hit me. i write fic and meta, make edits and gifs like a pro, and like to think i make a decent conversational partner.

[critcrockett]

His attempts at preserving Dennis and Denzil had become more desperate over recent months. Usage of the mortician's arts had been slowly replaced by those of the taxidermist and finally the carpenter. It was a fraught night when first he had called for varnish and fuse wire. His attempts at cosmetic repairs had been risible, and his next scheme, of making them "look like clowns, people like that sort of thing, don't they?" had been a grotesque disaster at every level, from the technical to the aesthetic. Although he wouldn't admit it to himself, they even scared him a little.

What better prompt than "Helping Hand" for these two rascals, eh? Dennis and Denzil or Denzil and Dennis, the pair of scamps! (OHGODthisisfreakingcreepy. Seriously, I'm going to burn the sketch...) 

[critcrockett]

"Cabal? If we should live through this, please, promise me--" "Yes?" "Promise me that you'll never become a motivational speaker."

Prompt for "All I ask." I'd clean it up better, but my butt's still dragging.  Maybe I'll clean it up in a year or so.

[critcrockett]

"Was that sarcasm?" "Yes." The smile did not waiver. "Of the cutting variety. So, I am summoned, by the agency of a platter of food and a disgusting drink. Indeed, I can tell you this of your future; you shall never acquire a liking for ouzo. Still, much nicer than all that mucking around with the dead goats and suchlike when you're summoning demons. That never gets any better."  "If you are me, " said Cabal, although he knew it certainly was, "then you know what I am about to ask." "Of course." The man leaned forward, the smile fading. "You will also appreciate why I cannot tell you."

Prompt 5 of the Cabal Fanfest, "Bitter."

((I'm assuming ouzo is bitter because licorice tastes bitter to me. And as we've seen before, Cabal is no fan of anise or similarly flavored beverages.)) I'll catch up on the other prompt for this week soon. I got waylaid by an allergic reaction and was benedryl'd for most of the weekend.

[critcrockett]

  Cabal noticed Parkin looking at him speculatively over the top of his snifter. Cabal narrowed his eyes. "You're imagining me in red tights, aren't you?"     Parkin shook his head, letting the reverie fly. "No, Cabal, Trying my damnedest to avoid imagining it, if you must know."

And coming in a wee bit late, part 2 of this week's Fanfest challenge, "Awkward."

As in gawky, awkward babby necrothologist running around in tights.