The party was every definition of the word enormous. From the portion sizes of the food there, to the building housing the party itself. The building itself was a castellated Casino, with perfectly straight hallways that stretched into nearly infinity both upward and forward. Through the lone gate in the front of the casino sat the first room, a parlor where guests were accommodated and accounted for, lounge seats and ottomans strewn about the area, with the rusted glow of the setting sun through blue slanted windows of ivory slats, and a chandelier of deep sapphire illuminating the interior, the resulting colors mixed inside created a light aqua aura through the room, as if one could walk through water itself. Down from this room was a long, windowed corridor that stretched into the horizon, terminating only at a large doorway held wide open, revealing the third, fourth, and fifth room, each of similar color, and followed by a nearly endless hallway. After these rooms, each shade of blue growing deeper in shade, came the seventh. This room was a deep navy blue, verging on the thinnest of threads between the healing color of blue, and the deathly shimmer of black, its windows followed a similar hue, but were slightly lighter, its chandelier only enhanced the effect, to near fatal results. Almost no one dared enter this room, as the shade created the effect of water enveloping the body. Thus making those inside feel as if water has infiltrated their lungs, and slowly filling them to drowning. All women entering fainted upon staying for a shot, and men ran shouting for help upon suffering dizziness and coughing violently, with dissolution. This room, nor any rooms in the casino were significant to Hannah at the moment, as she entered the first room, halted by only an armed guard and three mobsters of varying height.
"Miss Hannah Faustina of King Dewey?" asked one mobster.
"Yes sir, I've come to... Pay my respects to my dear uncle," she lied through her beak.
The guard squinted uneasily at her, following his shallow green eyes to her colleagues behind.
"And they are..?" asked the guard.
"Flathead and Boomer, my newest guards to keep me safe, any problem?" asked Hannah with almost abject narcissism in her voice.
"They need some I.D ma'am, heh.. Yeah.. Identifications please," demanded the guard nervously.
"WHO DARES...?! Who dares insult me, the niece of the great King Dewey, boss of the East Side, Lord of the Mafia, Chief of Crime, take this doubt-filled guard and have him killed at once for-" Hannah's lie-festival was interrupted.
"No! N-No ma'am, that won't be necessary hehe, sorry I confused you, please, make yourself at home," responded the guard hastily.
Hannah smirked, waving her hips in her walk inside, looking around with awe, as everything inside, except the guests, drinks, and food being served, was blue. She soon snapped out, getting herself back on focus. She turned to Skipper with a whisper.
"Hey, what gives, this is all in commemoration of King Dewey's death, why isn't this under The Kid's control?" asked Hannah.
"He's probably on his way, considering how he's trying to destroy all vestiges of the East Side's former glory," replied Skipper, nearly hissing with whispers.
A small thunk of glass resounded from the echoing walls as one penguin raised a glass and shouted.
"In the name and honor of the great King Dewey, master of crime in all of Antarctica, a noble man who was eternally faithful to his wife, a beloved father of his son of twelve Steven, and his daughter of four years Irene. We dedicate this party in the name of our most omnipotent boss, Frederick Barbarossa Dewey, we shall miss him, Salut!" he shouted, raising a glass as a resounding "Salut" replied.
Hannah watched as they all began to take their drinks, occasionally dipping her flipper in the wine and hearing the cup's glass rim hum lowly as she spun her soaked flipper tip onto the rim.
"Hey Skipper, do you see anything past the crowd?" whispered Hannah.
Skipper gave a few glances back and forth, looking to the main entrance, then the final room at the end of the casino.
"Nope, I don't see him, Kowalski, what'd your sweep of the area conclude?" asked Skipper.
"Well, with the I.D. Scanner, I was able to map out a few influential elites that had attended the party, none tied to our criminal, but we could possibly-" Kowalski stopped as a loud crash was picked up by all guests attending. They began to turn around in shock to see a portion of the wall in the front of the party's entrance torn down, and a Mustang poking through. They soon became aware of a presence among them, one who clearly did not match the rooms around them. The figure was bearing a brightly pronounced suit of crimson, with a scarlet cape scraping the floor below his jet black shoes, he grinned widely, through a mouth gap under his mask, the image of a dried out skull representing death and despair, his eyes painted black around, and what were obviously red-colored contacts gazing through the mask, and was topped with a wide scarlet hat with a red plume running through. He softly spoke with an air of poetry.
"....Did you all think you could evade me~? Safety imprisoned? Trapped in your own pleasure palace? Escaping your fate after precious blood has spilled? Well, I expected more... FAR more blood spilling... Far more of all of this scarlet beauty staining my very feathers until I smell of rust and look like Mars circling 'round," asked the figure, swirling his cape and unsheathing his sword.
Hannah took notice of this, then approached to get a closer view.
"No one escapes me... Rich or poor, I will claim you.. For I sneak in like a thief in the night, slicing your throat, stopping your breath to a thin guzzle, slowing your heart to a crawl, dilating your eyes to a look of horror, as it escapes your terrified beaks in the form of a yelp of death, with dissolution of course!" he chuckled happily.
Hannah knew who it was by the mere tone of voice, and proceeded to step forward, inching closer without suspicion. No backing out like last time.
The Kid's goggle-clad eyes turned to her, as if expecting her to be approaching him.
"Hannah! Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, HANNAH~!" he shrieked, with a mixture of rage and entertainment.
Hannah's eyes widened, he knew who she was the moment they gazed upon each other.
"What the hell do you want from me?" asked Hannah determinedly.
"I've been wanting... And I've been acting... It's your turn!" shouted The Kid with a cocky tone.
"Gimme another move and I'll gladly respond.." threatened Hannah.
"Okay, here's one: Suppose two penguins are dancing about in some garden, one named Kowalski, the other Private, unsuspecting, loving life, longing to reach their goals, then you throw ME into this, you give me a knife, and a pistol with only one bullet, which is a blank. Then you shout: "GO!" and we race; one to take a couple lives, the other to save them~" he cooed mockingly.
"What have you done to them?!" Hannah grew angry and concerned for her friends.
"I haven't done jack-shit yet! However, Private is due for a little squeeeeeze~" The Kid then made a gesture with his flippers, clapping them together with a sharp whistle, and a splat with his tongue.
"You lay a flipper on him and I'll-" Hannah was cut off by a sharp punch to the stomach.
This incapacitated her to the ground, the sword gleaming into her direction, she then felt a sharp pain enter her right flipper as The Kid thrust his sword as if it were an extension of his masculinity, happily giggling with absolute glee and wonder, watching Hannah writhe about screaming.
"AND THE RED DEATH HELD ILLIMITABLE DOMINION OVER ALL~!" he shouted, echoing through the blue casino.
Hannah felt helpless, until she heard a sharp yelp from above as she felt the sword come out and give her some nepenthe from her suffering. Looking up, she saw Skipper, punching The Kid's face, followed by Rico kicking him until a loud crack was heard in one leg, prompting The Kid to gather strength as he shouted the most bloodcurdling screech that stabbed its way into Hannah's eardrums.
"Oh this isn't the end yet! I STILL HAVE TO KNOW IF YOU'RE CLEVER TO FIND OUT WHO I AM!!" The Kid then limped off, throwing his sword as it wedged its way into a wall as he suddenly vanished, a puff of smoke remaining to indicate he had used a smoke screen bomb.
Skipper then ran to Hannah, who's eyes were fading out as shock from the pain in her flipper began pulling her into death.
"Hannah!! Hannah!!" Skipper shouted repeatedly, shaking her as all she heard was him echoing her name.
Rico acted quick, quickly ripping off a piece of his tuxedo and binding her wound tightly to stem the flow.
"Hannah, stay with me! Think of Damion! STAY AWAKE FOR HIM!" Skipper screamed as Hannah held on for dear life.
"Miss Hannah Faustina of King Dewey?" asked one mobster.
"Yes sir, I've come to... Pay my respects to my dear uncle," she lied through her beak.
The guard squinted uneasily at her, following his shallow green eyes to her colleagues behind.
"And they are..?" asked the guard.
"Flathead and Boomer, my newest guards to keep me safe, any problem?" asked Hannah with almost abject narcissism in her voice.
"They need some I.D ma'am, heh.. Yeah.. Identifications please," demanded the guard nervously.
"WHO DARES...?! Who dares insult me, the niece of the great King Dewey, boss of the East Side, Lord of the Mafia, Chief of Crime, take this doubt-filled guard and have him killed at once for-" Hannah's lie-festival was interrupted.
"No! N-No ma'am, that won't be necessary hehe, sorry I confused you, please, make yourself at home," responded the guard hastily.
Hannah smirked, waving her hips in her walk inside, looking around with awe, as everything inside, except the guests, drinks, and food being served, was blue. She soon snapped out, getting herself back on focus. She turned to Skipper with a whisper.
"Hey, what gives, this is all in commemoration of King Dewey's death, why isn't this under The Kid's control?" asked Hannah.
"He's probably on his way, considering how he's trying to destroy all vestiges of the East Side's former glory," replied Skipper, nearly hissing with whispers.
A small thunk of glass resounded from the echoing walls as one penguin raised a glass and shouted.
"In the name and honor of the great King Dewey, master of crime in all of Antarctica, a noble man who was eternally faithful to his wife, a beloved father of his son of twelve Steven, and his daughter of four years Irene. We dedicate this party in the name of our most omnipotent boss, Frederick Barbarossa Dewey, we shall miss him, Salut!" he shouted, raising a glass as a resounding "Salut" replied.
Hannah watched as they all began to take their drinks, occasionally dipping her flipper in the wine and hearing the cup's glass rim hum lowly as she spun her soaked flipper tip onto the rim.
"Hey Skipper, do you see anything past the crowd?" whispered Hannah.
Skipper gave a few glances back and forth, looking to the main entrance, then the final room at the end of the casino.
"Nope, I don't see him, Kowalski, what'd your sweep of the area conclude?" asked Skipper.
"Well, with the I.D. Scanner, I was able to map out a few influential elites that had attended the party, none tied to our criminal, but we could possibly-" Kowalski stopped as a loud crash was picked up by all guests attending. They began to turn around in shock to see a portion of the wall in the front of the party's entrance torn down, and a Mustang poking through. They soon became aware of a presence among them, one who clearly did not match the rooms around them. The figure was bearing a brightly pronounced suit of crimson, with a scarlet cape scraping the floor below his jet black shoes, he grinned widely, through a mouth gap under his mask, the image of a dried out skull representing death and despair, his eyes painted black around, and what were obviously red-colored contacts gazing through the mask, and was topped with a wide scarlet hat with a red plume running through. He softly spoke with an air of poetry.
"....Did you all think you could evade me~? Safety imprisoned? Trapped in your own pleasure palace? Escaping your fate after precious blood has spilled? Well, I expected more... FAR more blood spilling... Far more of all of this scarlet beauty staining my very feathers until I smell of rust and look like Mars circling 'round," asked the figure, swirling his cape and unsheathing his sword.
Hannah took notice of this, then approached to get a closer view.
"No one escapes me... Rich or poor, I will claim you.. For I sneak in like a thief in the night, slicing your throat, stopping your breath to a thin guzzle, slowing your heart to a crawl, dilating your eyes to a look of horror, as it escapes your terrified beaks in the form of a yelp of death, with dissolution of course!" he chuckled happily.
Hannah knew who it was by the mere tone of voice, and proceeded to step forward, inching closer without suspicion. No backing out like last time.
The Kid's goggle-clad eyes turned to her, as if expecting her to be approaching him.
"Hannah! Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, HANNAH~!" he shrieked, with a mixture of rage and entertainment.
Hannah's eyes widened, he knew who she was the moment they gazed upon each other.
"What the hell do you want from me?" asked Hannah determinedly.
"I've been wanting... And I've been acting... It's your turn!" shouted The Kid with a cocky tone.
"Gimme another move and I'll gladly respond.." threatened Hannah.
"Okay, here's one: Suppose two penguins are dancing about in some garden, one named Kowalski, the other Private, unsuspecting, loving life, longing to reach their goals, then you throw ME into this, you give me a knife, and a pistol with only one bullet, which is a blank. Then you shout: "GO!" and we race; one to take a couple lives, the other to save them~" he cooed mockingly.
"What have you done to them?!" Hannah grew angry and concerned for her friends.
"I haven't done jack-shit yet! However, Private is due for a little squeeeeeze~" The Kid then made a gesture with his flippers, clapping them together with a sharp whistle, and a splat with his tongue.
"You lay a flipper on him and I'll-" Hannah was cut off by a sharp punch to the stomach.
This incapacitated her to the ground, the sword gleaming into her direction, she then felt a sharp pain enter her right flipper as The Kid thrust his sword as if it were an extension of his masculinity, happily giggling with absolute glee and wonder, watching Hannah writhe about screaming.
"AND THE RED DEATH HELD ILLIMITABLE DOMINION OVER ALL~!" he shouted, echoing through the blue casino.
Hannah felt helpless, until she heard a sharp yelp from above as she felt the sword come out and give her some nepenthe from her suffering. Looking up, she saw Skipper, punching The Kid's face, followed by Rico kicking him until a loud crack was heard in one leg, prompting The Kid to gather strength as he shouted the most bloodcurdling screech that stabbed its way into Hannah's eardrums.
"Oh this isn't the end yet! I STILL HAVE TO KNOW IF YOU'RE CLEVER TO FIND OUT WHO I AM!!" The Kid then limped off, throwing his sword as it wedged its way into a wall as he suddenly vanished, a puff of smoke remaining to indicate he had used a smoke screen bomb.
Skipper then ran to Hannah, who's eyes were fading out as shock from the pain in her flipper began pulling her into death.
"Hannah!! Hannah!!" Skipper shouted repeatedly, shaking her as all she heard was him echoing her name.
Rico acted quick, quickly ripping off a piece of his tuxedo and binding her wound tightly to stem the flow.
"Hannah, stay with me! Think of Damion! STAY AWAKE FOR HIM!" Skipper screamed as Hannah held on for dear life.
