Loona's foot came down in one swing, catching one of the stupid mice that were whirring around everywhere. It went up flying into the air, and with a quick spin around, Loona's other foot swung, smashing the stupid thing into the side of one of these even stupider gingerbread houses so hard the whole malty wall caved in against her kick.
But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the sweet, sweet sound that came with it, that singular tone that only gears grinding into each other could hit, it was almost like a bell ringing as she flattened the thing. Music to Loona's ears.
Or. Rather. Not Loona's ears.
The hellhound had woken up to a rather unfortunate surprise that morning. Standing up and straightening herself out she gave her neck a good solid crack- no, wait, that was her jaw again.
Forget the fact the outfit fused to her was of some weird army guy, never mind the fact her fur had been filched and replaced with a polished white and black finish of woods that mimicked her normal coat. Or the fact she now looked like some kind of gimmick Bond-henchman with a mouth that had changed her muzzle into what looked like a bear trap.
No, all of that was a drop in the bucket compared to the fact that whatever unknown power had decided to change her into a nutcracker didn't believe in equal opportunities for females in military careers.
"-and a happy new year." she spat at the wreckage, trying to ignore the decidedly male voice she was now sporting.
Not that it really mattered when she was as anatomically correct as a Ken doll, but, there was some conflicted emotions that were ready to burst out of her, and right now, stomping these mice all about the place seemed a good place to start.
Didn't matter that the bayonet attached to her was as helpful as a sugar life preserver, just meant that she could get good and physical at tearing these things apart one after another. All she had to do was chase the sound of very feminine screams and people dancing on chairs at the things running around.
They'd get on this one soon no doubt... but until anyone from IMP or DMC went and came to find her? Loona definitely had some venting to do...
IIB. Unboxing
Loona had to wonder how some people did it.
Get up, put on a fake smile, look into the camera and say-
"Heeeeey, Sarge Moon-Moon here, today we got a brand new unboxing to do. Smash that like button and the bell and-" Loona ripped the present open and scowled at the empty box in front of her. Nothing. Not even a lump of coal. She would have clicked her tongue, but, right now in her nutcracker form she didn't as much have one.
Still, the clacking jaw made a similar enough noise for her.
"Thought this'd be the dogdamn good part... ripping open peoples presents, maybe find... iunno, something!?"
"Like, seriously. Didn't expect we'd just walk into the place and there'd be bottles of Jackie D. or shit, but... a lot of nothing? Not even a fucking holiday tie or anything..."
There was indeed a good pile of present boxes now litering the path behind her as she growled irately. Maybe she would have to give up and find somewhere to sit in the refreshment car, just call it and give up. Sounded about right now.
"Ehhh... who knows... maybe a couple more... hell at this point I'd take personalised stationary."
III.C WITCH'S HOUSE
Loona crept low and slowly into the kitchen.
Stealth wasn't as great an option when you were made of wood now, but Loona was trying to ensure that she at least did her best to keep herself from trouble considering her last encounter with a big bad had landed her in a hospital bed.
She certainly didn't want to think about having to sit in a... woodworkers? Carvers? What the fuck did you call people who still used wood besides horny teens?
She shoved that away for when she would find an internet connection to ask jeeves or something. Whatever was going on, at this point Loona just wanted to get in here, do the scouting work and get out of here so she had done her part.
The place was dank, and pretty musty for a house made of gingerbread - of course it was stale too as she'd found out when she tried a piece - and was dark in a way that made Loona wish she had her normal eyes to see where she was stumbling about in this fucked up piece of fairytale.
"Wish we had a light before we came in he-" She began muttering before suddenly stopping at the sound of a flame fwoomf-ing to life. Slowly Loona would begin to curse her opening her big, wooden mouth.
Suddenly Loona was channeling an early Maculkin, turning bit by bit to see the kindling red flame that was placed against the wall, slowly illuminating the shape of a grill, rising up and letting out a cavernous noise that almost became a roar.
No.
Not almost.
Loona's expression wasn't exactly interchangeable at the moment, but, her hanging open nutcracker mouth certainly sold some of the emotion as the red light grew and grew, revealing more of the gaping maw that came from the huge object that was tied to the wall.
The grill that raised wasn't a grill at all, but metal teeth prising apart, glaring eyes and twisted in a way that looked half-molten from its own hellish heat. There was a wrenching noise as the thing that wasn't an oven began to pull at its own moorings, bolts tearing at the wall.
They only had a few moments before the thing broke loose. And Loona had a sudden horrible realization as she tried to think what the hell to do next, "...this is not the fucking time to be made of wood right about now..."
Loona | Helluva Boss
"Merry Christmas you filthy animals!!!"
Loona's foot came down in one swing, catching one of the stupid mice that were whirring around everywhere. It went up flying into the air, and with a quick spin around, Loona's other foot swung, smashing the stupid thing into the side of one of these even stupider gingerbread houses so hard the whole malty wall caved in against her kick.
But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the sweet, sweet sound that came with it, that singular tone that only gears grinding into each other could hit, it was almost like a bell ringing as she flattened the thing. Music to Loona's ears.
Or. Rather. Not Loona's ears.
The hellhound had woken up to a rather unfortunate surprise that morning. Standing up and straightening herself out she gave her neck a good solid crack- no, wait, that was her jaw again.
Forget the fact the outfit fused to her was of some weird army guy, never mind the fact her fur had been filched and replaced with a polished white and black finish of woods that mimicked her normal coat. Or the fact she now looked like some kind of gimmick Bond-henchman with a mouth that had changed her muzzle into what looked like a bear trap.
No, all of that was a drop in the bucket compared to the fact that whatever unknown power had decided to change her into a nutcracker didn't believe in equal opportunities for females in military careers.
"-and a happy new year." she spat at the wreckage, trying to ignore the decidedly male voice she was now sporting.
Not that it really mattered when she was as anatomically correct as a Ken doll, but, there was some conflicted emotions that were ready to burst out of her, and right now, stomping these mice all about the place seemed a good place to start.
Didn't matter that the bayonet attached to her was as helpful as a sugar life preserver, just meant that she could get good and physical at tearing these things apart one after another. All she had to do was chase the sound of very feminine screams and people dancing on chairs at the things running around.
They'd get on this one soon no doubt... but until anyone from IMP or DMC went and came to find her? Loona definitely had some venting to do...
IIB. Unboxing
Loona had to wonder how some people did it.
Get up, put on a fake smile, look into the camera and say-
"Heeeeey, Sarge Moon-Moon here, today we got a brand new unboxing to do. Smash that like button and the bell and-" Loona ripped the present open and scowled at the empty box in front of her. Nothing. Not even a lump of coal. She would have clicked her tongue, but, right now in her nutcracker form she didn't as much have one.
Still, the clacking jaw made a similar enough noise for her.
"Thought this'd be the dogdamn good part... ripping open peoples presents, maybe find... iunno, something!?"
"Like, seriously. Didn't expect we'd just walk into the place and there'd be bottles of Jackie D. or shit, but... a lot of nothing? Not even a fucking holiday tie or anything..."
There was indeed a good pile of present boxes now litering the path behind her as she growled irately. Maybe she would have to give up and find somewhere to sit in the refreshment car, just call it and give up. Sounded about right now.
"Ehhh... who knows... maybe a couple more... hell at this point I'd take personalised stationary."
III.C WITCH'S HOUSE
Loona crept low and slowly into the kitchen.
Stealth wasn't as great an option when you were made of wood now, but Loona was trying to ensure that she at least did her best to keep herself from trouble considering her last encounter with a big bad had landed her in a hospital bed.
She certainly didn't want to think about having to sit in a... woodworkers? Carvers? What the fuck did you call people who still used wood besides horny teens?
She shoved that away for when she would find an internet connection to ask jeeves or something. Whatever was going on, at this point Loona just wanted to get in here, do the scouting work and get out of here so she had done her part.
The place was dank, and pretty musty for a house made of gingerbread - of course it was stale too as she'd found out when she tried a piece - and was dark in a way that made Loona wish she had her normal eyes to see where she was stumbling about in this fucked up piece of fairytale.
"Wish we had a light before we came in he-" She began muttering before suddenly stopping at the sound of a flame fwoomf-ing to life. Slowly Loona would begin to curse her opening her big, wooden mouth.
Suddenly Loona was channeling an early Maculkin, turning bit by bit to see the kindling red flame that was placed against the wall, slowly illuminating the shape of a grill, rising up and letting out a cavernous noise that almost became a roar.
No.
Not almost.
Loona's expression wasn't exactly interchangeable at the moment, but, her hanging open nutcracker mouth certainly sold some of the emotion as the red light grew and grew, revealing more of the gaping maw that came from the huge object that was tied to the wall.
The grill that raised wasn't a grill at all, but metal teeth prising apart, glaring eyes and twisted in a way that looked half-molten from its own hellish heat. There was a wrenching noise as the thing that wasn't an oven began to pull at its own moorings, bolts tearing at the wall.
They only had a few moments before the thing broke loose. And Loona had a sudden horrible realization as she tried to think what the hell to do next, "...this is not the fucking time to be made of wood right about now..."