HeavenElly Creatures

The madness continues, care of

Because Ellie and Pyrrha have fun sometimes; it's not all about unrequited love and the end of the world.

Introducing one of the player characters this time; Alianore McKar, also known as Tibby, the Fluffy Little Harpsichord Seal Pup. She's a selkie, and while she looks cute, you really wouldn't want to cross Ally Mac. We played 'Chaos Factor' last time out, and she killed Shaitan, the Baali Methuselah and most of his minions. You really haven't lived until you've seen a baby seal decapitate a demon-possessed elder vampire with a two-handed sword.



_But It's Soooo Fluffy!!!!!_

"We are ever so naughty," Pyrrha said hopefully to her beloved sister. "Let's spray love hearts on the side of the Templar jail."

"Peace and love, man," Ellie mewed happily. NomNom perched happily on her head, master of all he surveyed.

It had been a night of unbridled naughtiness; splashing in hotel swimming pools, stealing police cars, table-dancing in dive bars. Alianore was leading them astray and they loved it.

"Don't dangle Tibby," Ellie warned her friend. "You have to support a seal. Hold her properly."

"Oh Tibby!" Pyrrha said sadly. "I'm so sorry!" she said, shifting her grip to support the tiny fluffy thing.

A group of lagered-up oafs stumbled into the ally, swaying and stinking of cheap booze. Their eyes gleamed dangerously as they saw the gamine little morsels before them. Ellie blinked her slow, idiot eyes. This might be fun. Sometimes it was just worth taking the Banality hit to beat the snot out of some scummy mortals.

"Wot's that??" chuckled the gang leader, pointing at Tibby.

"She's a Kitty Mermaid," Ellie explained.

"True dat," Pyrrha offered, the gangsta-speak sounding peculiar in her dulcet tones.

"Please excuse me," Ellie said simply. "We're almost finished here. Then we're going clubbing."

"HARHAR HARHAR HAR!" the gangers laughed.

"What's... so funny?" asked Kitten-Py, bemusedly. Humour often went over her little blonde head, especially naughty humour.

"It's a seal...! Going clubbing!" the gang leader laughed. "SEAL CLUBBING! GET IT?"

*POW*

An annoyed Tibby whacked him across the head with her shillelagh. The brute collapsed, his skull oozing a thick dark blood over the filthy alleyway.

"Okay! Anyone else got any stupid jokes about seals and clubbing?" snarled the cute little selkie, with a murderous look in her large, soft, dark eyes.

Some of the gangers wet themselves. One fainted. The others ran away screaming.

Ellie and Pyrrha shrugged, and packed away their spray cans.

"We're so gangsta," Pyrrha commented.

"Best not to leave an untidy alley," Ellie proposed.

As she was leaving, a tattered newspaper caught her eye, mainly because of the cute little seal cub on the cover. She picked it up and read the headline:

HUNDREDS SLAIN IN PINNIPED-RELATED GANGLAND MASSACRE!

ENTIRE STEET GANGS MURDERED BY CUTE TALKING ANIMAL!

HARPSICHORD SEAL SAYS: 'VAMPIRES ARE NEXT!'

Both girls looked at Tibby.

"It's... probably some other harpsichord seal," she offered. "One that just looks like me..."

"Okie-dokie," Ellie agreed.

"Busy night," Pyrrha agreed, blowing a pink gum bubble.

"C'mon, shake your tails," Tibby suggested. "I know a good club nearby. The pole-dancers let you do $10 body shots just to warm up."

Both girls hugged her happily.

"BUT IT'S SO FLUFFY!" they shouted together...