|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- HONEYSUCKLE ROVER--CUP 5--"LOOTER" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Honeysuckle Rover  ||  -------> (Cup SRhr005, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = As they drifted lightward, one of the hosts looked over at her. Yeah, maybe she had stopped her "being-frightened" act too soon, but it was too late for them. And she could have just gone into shock or something, that could explain to them her lack of fright. Going to Hell would be somewhat overwhelming for a normal person. But wasn't she normal? No. The special effect of the transfer to Hell were pretty good. Horrible sights, smells, and feelings. Pretty bad. Meant to beat even the most stalwart humans into senselessness and submissiveness. Sleap hardly batted an eyelash. To her, it was pathetic. Finally, they approached a plateau, where Infernal Jailors were waiting to take her into custody. She only had to be transferred into their hands and she could stop the charade. But she had to remain convincing until then, because the Hosts still had the power to take her back. Once in the hands of the Jailors, though, she could cut loose. This was a part of her suppressed for a long time. But it felt good to have her true nature back. And she knew she'd enjoy her stay in Hell. The Accuser drifted to the Jailor and began conversing with him in an Infernal tongue. The hosts stopped well back, waiting for the sign. After a minute of two, the Accuser wiggled his thumb, and the Hosts approached. The Accuser turned. "Filthmate, you are hereby placed into the custody of Infernal Jailor Hamt." The Accuser drifted away, and the Hosts took Sleap forward to face the Jailor. The Jailor, a huge, horned monstrosity, grabbed Sleap's arms with two hands and slapped on restraints with two more. The hosts drifted away. Sleap was looking down, and felt the gaze of the Jailor upon her. Suddenly without warning, she looked up at the creature--a crazy, intense smile on her face. "Hey there Jailor Hamt! How ya doin' today!" The Jailor grunted and moved back. "Oh no ya don't!" Sleap said, walking forward, her bonds dropping to the ground with a clank. "I'm your charge. You're responsible for me. Right, boy?" "Emergency!" the Jailor bellowed. Sleap gestured with her right hand and the Jailor doubled over in pain. "You're correct, you little shit. I am a Looter. And I intend to suck this Hell dry before I'm done!" "E... emer... emergency..." the Jailor wailed with some effort. Sleap stretched her arms out and yawned a satisfying sigh. She thought of how glorious it would be dismantling this Hell piece by piece, packing it up, and selling it to the highest bidder. "Damn, this is fun!" she yelled. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----