Cerberus guild

Oh man... I don't know where I pulled this from...



A DOMESTIC FUTURE.

Yisuncha: Hi, honey! I'm home!

Clattering sounds from the kitchen.

Flameforge pokes his head out the kitchen archway.

Flameforge: Sun? Look at the time. You're late home again.

Flameforge ducks back.

More clattering.

Flameforge: Were you able to find a Heavily-Padded Overcoat on the shopping channels today?

Yisuncha: What? You know we can't afford that. Besides, I was casting mochies all day for tips, so I could scrounge enough for a new dress. You know how expensive Miir clothing is!

Flameforge steps out of the kitchen, dusting his apron off.

Flameforge: Yes, yes. Okay.

Flameforge removes the apron.

Yisuncha: Oh, I saw ol' Cogs too. Still tinkering with his robots. Managed to get 20K out of him.

Flameforge: Good work.

Yisuncha hangs her rice hat in the hallway.

Flameforge: Okay, gotta hurry off now. There's an attack on an omni base I've been called to. Dinner's in the oven.

Yisuncha narrows her eyes.

Yisuncha: You're not going to The Cup with the boys again are you?

Flameforge: No no no...... uhm... we're attacking towers, yes.

Flameforge heads to the door.

Flameforge: Can you keep a close eye on MiniSun? She's been levitating the coffee table again. I swear she's picked up some bizarre skills from you. The Great Notum knows what she'll be like with a computer deck.

Yisuncha crosses her arms.

Yisuncha: Bizarre skills, eh? Did you see FlameJr beating his pet leet the other day? I was not impressed, mister!

Flameforge grins sheepishly.

Flameforge: Ohhh, oops. Heh.

Flameforge kisses Yisuncha quickly.

Flameforge: Okay, love ya. See ya. Don't wait up.

Flameforge rushes out the front door.

Yisuncha rolls her eyes.

A DOMESTIC FUTURE, PART II

Some time later: (Bedroom)

Flameforge: So, honey, are you ready for lo...
(/disco, horizontal)

Ying: *POOF* How may I serve you, Master?

Yang: *POOF* Master, I am at your command!

Tranquility: *POOF* I am ready to kill for you, Master

Flameforge slips under blankets, disapponted.

Yisuncha: Did you say something, dear?

Yisuncha scans the bedroom for Flameforge. (/lookout)

((
/me rolls on the floor laughing
/me wipes away a tear
Ah, brilliant.
))

LOL on both of you! hahaha!!!!

Rolling on the floor laffing my proverbial ass off!! You guys kill me!!

Cogs (hoping Flame dont get too curious about the 20k)

/me smiles in bachelorette glee.

THE FOLLOWING DAY

Flameforge wakes, rubs his fists into his eyes. He then grins, remembering the hot action he got last night.

Flameforge frowns.

Flameforge: No, wait.... that was a dream :(

Flameforge thinks about pulling out the barbeque to grill some meatballs...

Flameforge thinks about having his head beat with a rolling pin.

Thoughts are interrupted by some loud thumping on the front door.

Flameforge plods to the entrance, opens it. Three big atrox are standing outside.

Bigswede: Hey!
Renegader: Hey!
Thegreatbear: Hey!

Flameforge: G'day! Come on in guys.

The atroxes shuffle inside, making themselves at home (jumping on the couch, switching on the Grid, eating out the pantry).

Flameforge: What's new guys?

Bigswede: We've been up since dawn, working on the Old Athens restoration. You know... throwin' around concrete, rippin' out steel cables, pushin' over buildings.

Bigswede: /strong3
Thegreatbear: /strong2
Renegader: /strong4

Flameforge: Awesome. Must be tiring though, eh?

Renegader: Yeah, mate. But we get rewards! Look:

All three atrox pull HUGE steel girders from their backpacks, swinging them around enthusiastically.

Flameforge: Nice! Uh hey! Watch out for the---

CRASH

Thegreatbear: Oops.
Renegader: Uh oh.
Bigswede: Sowwy.

Flameforge: Uhm... that's okay. Perhaps Sun won't notice if I glue it back together...

The atroxes think it's about time they got back to work, so they say goodbye and head out the front door.

Flameforge: /scratch

Flameforge gets to work on repairing the lamp.

Loool!!

Yi-Forge Household, about dinner time

Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage

Yisuncha enters the apartment

Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage

Yisuncha looks around for Flameforge /lookout

Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage

Yisuncha: (spoken loudly) Flame, honey, I brought take-out from the Bronto-Burger and a six-pack of Plumbo XXX. Are you here?

Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage

Muffled sounds from the kithen

Flameforge: (muted, from kitched) Honey, is that you? I have a suprise!

Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Ying takes 47 points of Fire Damage
Yisuncha can loot these remains

Flameforge exits kitchen carrying a large bowl of pasta, notices bronto burger bag in Yisuncha's hand

Flameforge: Oh, I see you got takeout.

Flameforge frowns and looks at the bowl of pasta

Flameforge: And I made spaghetti with meatball for you.

Lights dim

*snicker* Very funny. But I have some meta-physical friends who might think otherwise. ;p

Dat waz a spicy meataballs!!
ROTFL!! You got something classic going here

Cogs

Hillarious

keep it going

"Domestic Future: Counting Beans"

Flameforge is seated, hard at work, at the lounge room coffee table which is covered in a mess of papers.

Flameforge: <sighs> I seriously need new armour -- my current set is in tatters! But...

Flameforge punches a few numbers into his calculator.

Flameforge: ... I just have no money for it. I can't keep bumming off Sun. I need to do something. Get work? <winces> Hmm... nah. I'll go out and see if I can sell buffs or something.

Flameforge dresses presentably and heads out into West Athen.

Flameforge shouts: Buffing Essence! Tips welcome!

Randomdude: plz ess falmefoge

Flameforge executes Essence of Burly Bloke on Randomdude.

Trading with Randomdude.

Flameforge: Wow! 500K? Thanks soooo much!

Trade cancelled.

Randomdude: too slow dood! l8trz

Randomdude vanishes.

Flameforge: Ack!

Evillela: hey flame :) how r u?

Flameforge: Evil! Nice to see you :) Well, I'm a bit low at the moment. My bank balance is pitiful.

Evillela: sounds like you need cheering up. here

Trading with Evillela.

Flameforge: 10 cred? ... Thanks... Thanks, Evil.

Evillela: it's not much, but go have some fun... you get a good half hour with any prost---

Yisuncha drops in from the sky.

Evillela: ---thetic limb.

Yisuncha: Half hour with a prosthetic limb?? Huh?

Evillela: hahahaha.... yeah... good joke... ok cya!

Evillela vanishes.

Yisuncha raises an eyebrow at Flameforge.

Flameforge fidgets.

Hehe Flame, you gotta do more of these! I love it

They are fun to write But it's Sun's turn next