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Events
Spring break has finally kicked off! All the students are now enjoying their two weeks of freedom without any classes. With the seniors graduating this year the school has decided to host their annual Masquerade ball for everyone in town. Yes, even people from the neighboring town are invited to the ball. With the student council and the staff working overtime the ball is finally ready! Yet something is different about this year's event. It may be because the senior members of student council decided to go out with a bang,
Post by Myron Kotov on Feb 25, 2017 2:02:35 GMT -5
Уж я то к ней всегда готов, нетронутая тишина.
Myron leaned up against the bar, his arms crossed together on the surface. Today was a slow day. It was already 10PM and there were only so many patrons. He sighed as a customer called him over. The customer placed an order for another glass of shochu, and abruptly told him to hurry it up, shooing him away without another word. Myr wondered what had him in such a bad mood. Either way, he had no choice but to get the fella his shochu. He walked back to the bar, sliding behind it and grabbing another glass from the shelves below, then grabbed a bottle of shochu and started pouring it in. If there was one thing he was glad about, it was that no one had asked him to make them a cocktail of some sort. He always got nervous about mixing them wrong. But everyone had been drinking straight from the bottle tonight. Without further ado, he brought the glass of shochu over to the man, placing it gently on the table before him. He grabbed a hold of the empty glass and brought it to the back of the bar, where the sink was. After that, he went back to the bar, resuming his original position.
He tilted his head back, looking at the sink of dishes behind him. He wondered where the barback went off to. Wasn't his break supposed to be done ten minutes ago? He did go outside, maybe he wandered off too far. They had Myron working both as a tender and a waiter for the time being. The bar had been built five years ago, you'd think they'd have more staff available. While yes, they did have a few waiters, none of them were working today for some reason or another. Myron shrugged, he didn't need to pry any deeper than just wondering. It was none of his business anyways. They'll be back tomorrow, he was sure of it. Besides, the bar was pretty small. He let himself space out a little, listening to the music in the background. Ever since they got him hired and learned about his Russian origin, they let him pick out some of the music when there wasn't a live band playing. The song playing was Опиум для никого by Агата Кристи━one of the songs he personally picked out. He was actually quite elated he got hired at a rock bar. He wasn't too fond of pop music, although he could tolerate EDM if he ever ended up at one of those bars.
He turned his attention towards the clock━10:26PM. He had work until 11. Work was a bore today, to put it frankly. Plus he had to stand for six hours everyday. It left his feet sore, and he wished for nothing but to go home and rest. Especially since no one was even making small talk with him, or having a drunken rant of some sort. Sometimes, he wondered if some the patrons only came here because it was cheaper than a therapist. Plus it might as well be a bonus that you could get drunk along the way. After all, what's better medicine than getting wasted? He smirked at the thought. He had been drinking a little more than he used to, whether it be good or bad, he didn't particularly care. Of course, he couldn't drink now. He was on the job. Besides, he had to make sure he kept himself in check. He couldn't risk becoming an alcoholic. Especially for a reason he couldn't even figure out. He felt rather down these days.
He turned his attention towards the door, watching it as it opened. As soon as he saw the work uniform, he looked at the clock again, 10:46. His shift was almost done, and he grinned at the thought. He couldn't wait to leave and go home. But with another 14 minutes, he wondered if he'd have to serve anyone else. The customers seemed to have left for the most part, but anyone could just waltz right in and demand a drink. Or a meal. The chef wasn't really busy today, at least from what Myron's seen. Everyone just came here to drink for tonight. He kept his eyes on the door, however. He knew the next bartender would tell him when his shift was done, or would at least ask if he was working overtime.
Boring, boring, BORING! Tonight was so boring! His shift had ended over an hour ago! He should have went home and just relax. But no! He was told to do inventory! Why? WHY Didn't these fools know he had better things to do! But nope. He was being punished for his actions earlier. So what if he paused the game -took a break- and went out for a few minutes? Didn't these fools know what pause meant? That meant no one was supposed to move! That they should just stay where they was. Oh well, he'd have to get the pause button fixed later that was for sure. Sure the 'pause' button wasn't a real thing but it was in his head. After putting up all the games. Yes he did take one of the new KH games for himself because the stupid manager made him mad!
Was he sacred that he would get fired? Hell no! He knew all the games inside and out! These dumb bosses of his needed him. It wasn't like none of the other workers could tell you every cheat, where every hidden object was. So no, he didn't worry about it. If anything he expected them to take the amount out of his check like that had a few other times that he done this. When he was done he looked up at the camera. Because lets be honest he wasn't trying to be secretive about none of it. He flipped the camera off and locked up as he left the store. Looking down at his game he considered going home and just playing it. To see if it was any good or if he'd return it tomorrow. Probably both!
Snickering at the thought he held the game up in the air. "The great hedgehog found the treasure. The great hedgehog stores the item in his backpack." He narrirated the scene, putting away the game. I did mention he thought he was living in a game, that everything around him was just the next level, a hidden passage, or even a key to the next chapter right? Well Welcome to Conners little gammer mind folks! Heading down the street he gave a low hum wondering what he should do. It wasn't even six in the afternoon. Oh well, he figured. Tossing his hands in his pocket he headed back home for a little while. Grabbing his game system he put the game in and started playing for a few house. By the time he had clicked saved and exist he looked over at the close.
10:36. He was starting to get hungry! Time to go out for a late night snack! Now suure he had plenty of food in his fridge. But after playing a video game for a few hours he needed to refresh his stamina, his energy! So needless to say he wanted blood. Locking up after leaving his house he headed down the street. tonight must have been his lucky night! On his way down the street he had ran into a street fight. "The great hedgehog has encountered a street fight! Will he Turn and walk off? NO! Will he Go find help? NOOO! Will he engage. HELL YEAH!" He cried out, rushing towards the scene. Laughing happily he jumped right on the back of the larger male. Sinking his fangs into the males neck. Blood flying everywhere.
10:46. After all the humans had ran away conner found himself licking his lips. Wiping the blood off his chin he gave a playfully wink at the boys that had ran off. "Come back again! The great hedgehog has scared the bad guys away! Time to recharge with a celebration drink!" He chimed happily, turning on his heels he went back into town. By 50 after he made his way into one of the 24 hour bars. Waving his hand at all the drunken fools at the counter he chimed happily once more. "Bonus scene. The great hedgehog enters the bar after his great victory."Snickering playfully he strutted over to the bar. Shoving some drunk guy out of his seat he flopped down without a care in the word. Smacking the counter a few times he let his little fangs show off. "Something hot and strong!" The Servamp cried out. Was this his first time drinking? No. Was it his first in years? yes
Post by Myron Kotov on Feb 27, 2017 5:32:53 GMT -5
Все равно будет ночь и ты меня еще узнаешь.
"You got it." He said as he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, pouring one fourth of the drink into a cup and then grabbed a bag of sugar from underneath the counter, dumping in two table spoons of it in. He put the bag of sugar back under the counter and exchanged it with a lemon. He took a knife and sliced a peel off, folding it in half from the outer side then squeezing the lemon's insides together so the juice will leak out into the drink. After a good squeeze, he dropped the peel inside the drink and made way for the sink. He turned on the faucet for hot water, and let it run it's course until it was burning hot. He let it pour in until it reached one half. He went back over to the bar, placing the drink before the patron in front of him.
"One hot whiskey skin, just for you." He smiled. He still wasn't the best at the small talk thing that bartenders had to do, but he tried at least. He usually got too caught up in mixing the drink to make any conversation while he was mixing it. He leaned on the bar again, placing his arm on top of the other and looked at the clock. 10:56. He had just four minutes left on his shift. Still, he should make some small talk with the fella. It was apart of his job, and he was still on duty. "What do you usually drink? I'll mix ya a little special something once you get done with that." He asked, leaning a tiny bit closer to the patron to let him know he was talking to him specifically. He supposed he could work overtime for a few minutes to finish up that drink he said he'd make. He leaned back a little, awaiting a response from the man before him. He was curious about the man, seeing as his aura just screamed eccentric. Something was up with him. But it'd be rude to intrude upon it, and the question itself seemed rude in the first place. 'Hey, why do you give off this weird vibe?' is definitely not a great way to hit things off with anyone. Especially when he was on duty. Being polite should be the first thing he considers when interacting with a customer.
He looked back at the clock again, observing the time. 10:58. A whole two whopping minutes had passed. He gave an aloof glare at the clock. He felt it should've been at least four. He wanted to get off his shift so he could go home and relax. Either way, he was going to end up working a little overtime just to make that extra drink. He wondered if he'd even get paid for it, seeing as it'd probably only be 10 minutes max. He let out a silent 'hmm' and focused his attention back onto the customer.
Holding his hands up in a form of a frame he closed one eye as he watched the other making him a drink. "Cut scene! The great hedgehog experiences the mystery bartender making him a special drink!" He laughed happily when he was finally handed the drink. "I like anything named hot skinned! Especially if it's just for me~" The vampire teased playfully.
It sure did look like it was going to burn. Good! Maybe he wouldn't mind spending some money here after all. Grabbing the drink he actually sniffed it first before taking a nice swig of it. Why? Because it was a habit of his. He couldn't tell you how many times he swore someone was poisoning his food. Even if he watched the other make it in front of him. "Ah! Not bad, not bad!
There he went again! Saying he'd make a drink just for him. Now sure he knew that bartenders was suppose to make a living. that they would occasionally hit on customers to make them drink more! But this was a game! "Will the Great hedgehog Deny the offer.no. Will he Accept the offer.Yes! Hit me bartender!" He exclaimed raising his glass. Sure he had an almost full glass already but he didn't care one bit.
"Pause It's no fun if my visual novel didn't have choices. I will come back tomorrow to try option A! See what happens if i turn the offer down. resume." He smiled mischievously taking another large swig of the drink. Shuddering happily as he felt it burning when it went down. He loved how the lemon just seemed to give it a better taste.
Sticking his fingers in the glass he grabbed the remains of the Lemon out. gnawing on the skin of the lemon he eventually just ate the whole thing like it was nothing. Weird vibe? Oh bonus points! The bartender seemed to like what he did. wiggling his eyebrows at the other Conner just flicked his hand carelessly.
"Because i'm the great hedgehog. Neither villain or hero. Okay thats a lie.. But hey!" He exclaimed happily once more. Reaching the glass up to the male. "Wanna try your own artwork?" He snickered almost playfully. Why? because he leaned close to him so he figured he'd give it a try and see if the other wanted to play the game with him. Well he was playing it rather he liked it or not.
It was only then he noticed that he was looking at the clock. Looking confused he couldn't figure out why he was keeping.. oh! Shift change! He needed to move quickly or the player would walk off. "Want to go out for drinks after work?" Flashing a smile he winked playfully, his fangs fully exposed Using his free hand he reached up messing with his glasses.
Pulling them down on his nose just slightly. "Maybe we can find out what the vibe is! Maybe im a serial killer. Maybe im a stripper! Or maybe its because im a crazy singer that gets drunk and burst out into a singing section! Or the hidden option D! All the above." Conner knew that he was probably all the above. well minus the stripper. He didn't really care to have a Good scene So early on. Finishing off his first glass he held it up right on the dot. "Ha! just before the clock ran out!" He mocked the male who was constantly looking at the time.
Post by Myron Kotov on Feb 27, 2017 18:03:20 GMT -5
Сегодня ты мой гость - смотри не обломайся.
He listened to the man ramble on. He was definitely eccentric. Eventually, he offered him a drink of the cocktail he made. "Oh. I can't drink on the job. Boss is pretty strict about regulations, even a tiny sip would get me in trouble." He spoke a little roughly. They weren't even allowed to taste test the drinks they made. Not that the customers would appreciate that in the first place, seeing as it's their drink. Suddenly, the patron asked him if he wanted to go out drinking later. Myron let silence fill in between them for a moment before speaking. "Hmm. Alright. Just for a little while." He was going to go home and drink some anyways, might as well just do it while he was out and about for once. He only ever went to bars and night clubs every so often. He was a bartender himself, he can just mix his own drinks for cheaper. Although, he wondered what he was getting himself into. He didn't even know the fella's name. But he did notice was that the patron's drink was starting to get low. That called for the next drink.
"And as for that next drink, it'll be done in no time." He gave a gentle smile, grabbing another glass. He didn't exactly answer what he usually drank, so Myron guessed that was entirely up to him. He seemed to like hot drinks, so he decided to go ask the chef for the autumn wassail cocktail he prepared for him to simmer about an hour ago. It ought to be done by now. He left the bar for a moment and went over to the kitchen, asking for the batch. The chef happily gave it to him, pouring it into the glass he held, and then Myron made his way back to the bar. He grabbed some rum, cognac, and a clove studded orange wedge from under the counter to complete the cocktail. After pouring in the rum and cognac, he placed the wedge on the glass, then slid the glass gently over to the patron.
Then the patron went on about what vibe he gave off, and how hanging out would be a good way to figure it out. Myron had an unpleasant surprised look on his face. Did he accidentally say that out loud...? He knew he had a habit of saying stuff he didn't want to say out loud as kid, but he thought he got past that. Maybe not after all. But at least he didn't seem offended by the sentiment. Instead, he seemed rather amused much to his surprise.
After that, he looked at the clock. 11:01. "Just give me a moment." He said to the other male. He had to go punch out. He started walking towards the staff room, opening the door and heading towards the desk on the left side of the room. He grabbed the pen, and put down the time he left his shift, successfully punching out. He stared off into space for moment, wondering again what he was getting himself into, and then left the room. He walked steadily towards the man, moving the bar stool aside so he could lean against the bar again. He wondered if he'd let him run home quick so he could change out of his work uniform. "You wouldn't mind if I ran home quick, would you? As you can see, I didn't bother to bring my normal attire with me." He asked. He thought for moment before he decided to add anything on to the sentence. "Just stay here, I don't live too far. I should be back in twenty max."
614 words ✖ Conner Winston ✖ notes: Yeah, he is pretty entertaining
"Bleh! So boring. humans and their responsibility." He mocked the other when he said he couldn't or he'd be in trouble. Really he couldn't believe someone that served alcohol was such a goodie-toe-shoes. Rolling his eyes he just went back to enjoying himself. Although when he was told that he would however join him for some drinks, that made it a bit better for him so he couldn't complain to much about the other being a sticker.
He'd take what he could get for now. Till he got bored of this scene that was. When the male started to make him a second drink, conner waited till the male walked off before reaching in his pocket to grab his phone. Quickly looking something up he shoved it back in his pocket when he heard the footsteps coming back.
SMirking when he watched Myron start to make a second drink. "Hey giant! Let me ask you something. Aren't ya suppose to card people before they drink? What if i was just seventeen? What would happen?" Wait how old did He look? He was a bit short, he wore flamboyant clothes and his Orange heeled boots? Didn't he look younger?
Grinning a bit at the thought he wanted to see how the other would react. Maybe this bar was a loose one? Then again most the humans that came here looked older so he could see why no one questioned them. But himself? Well he was just trying play a game! He had to admit though, the way the other prepared all of his drinks was interesting. He must have been working here for a while.
Being handed the second drink he found himself shivering. He could feel the burning in his throat from the first one. So this one? He was a bit to excited to try it. Quickly grabbing the glass he raised it to his hips to try it. When he was told to wait a moment he thought nothing of it. That is to say until he was asked to wait on him. Grinning he held the glass out to the other.
"I could wait, or i could come along. You'll never know im there." Like that wasn't creepy at all. Looking around the bar Conner gave a soft hum. "Or i suppose i could go and feed some more while i wait. You'll just have to take responsibility for my actions though! I can get into allot of trouble in twenty minutes if i get bored." He gave a playful murmur.
Standing up he heard the hells click on the floor. nudging the taller male to lean down, what three inches? He whispered. "Since you didn't make me pay before your shift is over, doesn't that mean i got two drinks free? What a naughty bartender. You should focus more.~" He taunted him. Leave it to conner to think of something like this.
"So the drinks are on the house tonight?" winking at the taller male he couldn't help but to be amused. Sure he didn't figure that he'd get away with it! But it was funny pointing out others mistakes. He knew others hated it. So why would he? Because it was always fun seeing others reactions when they realized what they done. Taking another sip of his drink Conner just kept his crimson eyes on the other. It was his move, to surrender or fight back? That was the question!
Post by Myron Kotov on Feb 28, 2017 19:21:52 GMT -5
ТРУДНО МНЕ ГОВОРИТЬ, Я ПОТОМ В ПОТОК.
"Well, I'm better off listening to the rules than getting fired for something so minor. Like I said, strict boss." He said in an airy voice. For him, it was just a fact of life. And he's been working here for what, four years now? Like hell he was going to get fired over something like that. He would've gave it a try if it wasn't for the camera in the corner, watching everyone's actions. Either way, the way he talked was strange. Two things kind of stood out when he talked. He kept calling himself a hedgehog and he said humans as if he wasn't one of them. Myron left it alone however. Best not pry. Although, he'd be lying if he were to say he wasn't curious.
Myron eyed the patron from behind as he made autumn wassail. "I usually don't. You got kids buying alcohol from convenient stores 'for their parents'. While bars are stricter, Japan is loose on alcohol in the first place. And I thought Europe was loose, seeing as the legal drinking age there is 18. And here, it's 20 but no one really cares. Besides, you look old enough. You look at least 24 to me despite you're youthful attire and colorful personality. But if you insist upon it, show me your ID." Aside that, most patrons here usually appeared to look from their late 20s to their early 40s. That was the general age range anyways.
He stared at the man as he spoke about the situation. He would have to take responsibility? It didn't make any sense to him. Why should he have to take responsibility for another's actions? He sighed. Was he some kind of street urchin? Either way, it may be best to just let him come with even if that'd be...kind of weird. They just met after all. "Alright, fine. You can come with." He growled a little. "First, give me your name. Or at least something to call you by." He should at least get that. It'd be a little more comforting to know his name if he was going to step inside his apartment. Either way, he was still a total stranger, and he had no idea what he was capable of. Not like this was the first bad idea he made though. He's made worst.
As soon the ginger brought up his tab, he sighed. He turned towards the other bartender who just got on shift. At least he did bring up his tab, otherwise it would've came out of his paycheck. He was so focused on his shift ending he forgot to charge him before he went off duty. "Hey Kazu, fella here had a skinned whiskey and an autumn wassail cocktail. He's coming with me, so charge him. I forgot to." He admitted. He was starting to get kind of annoyed by the man's constant questions. But so far, they've all been pretty easy ones to deal with. Besides, he had to learn how to tolerate it. They were going to head out drinking together, and he knew he was going to ask a ton of questions. And he would ignore the ones he didn't want to answer. But get him drunk enough, he may answer some of the more personal ones without thinking about it. That was the only thing he was worried about. Alright, I should keep the amount I drink down then. He thought to himself.
Conner was amused by this male! Not only was he a stickler for rules but he seemed to take everything he said serious. What was better then that? Snickering happily he shook his head no when he was acted for an ID. "Don't have one. I never cared to make onnee." He chimed happily, maybe a bit excited. He had one, he was lying but who was Myron to suspect anything different? Although being told he looked twenty for made him happy. He didn't know why. He was no where near twenty four that was a given. But it was better then someone thinking he was just seventeen! He figured it was the glasses that made him older appearing in others eyes.
Shaking the thought out of his head he focused on other things, like the fact Myron said he could join him. Really humans was so stupid! To invite a total stranger back to your home. He could laugh, he was so amused right now but happy. He loved getting what he wanted! At the name though.. "Hmm, i wonder. My parents call me Conner. I call myself the great hedgehog. Eventually someone will give me another name. So who cares for what my name is." Yeah like that wasn't weird at all. After teasing the male about the drinks, he realized where he went wrong. To bad he could have got away with two free drinks! Oh well he liked teasing more then getting something free.
Why? Because he could tell he was getting on this guys nerves and he was loving it. Call him a sadistic if you will. waiting for the other to get outside, away from the crowd, that was when Conner decided to mess with the taller male. Tossing his arms up on the males shoulders this time he decided to give the male a nice startle. Let him know why names meant nothing to him. That is to say as soon as his hands was on the males shoulders he pushed himself off the ground. Although, the blonde figure wouldn't be no where in sight. Instead there would be a light weight on top of the males green hair. A small little animal would replace the shorter male. A rather adorable little black and white hedgehog.
Making itself comfortable on the others head. Both out of sight and out of mind. That is to say until the blondes voice could be heard. "Ahh, the night sky is so nice! Lookit! This be the perfect time for all the monsters to come out! Round two has begun! Lets survive the night! when sun raises all the beast hide. will you call for the great hedgehog to save you? Or will the heroine break out into a fight and protect himself?" He snickered happily. Again he went with his weird gaming talk. Maybe he really was trying to get on the others nerves. After all every game couldn't be fluff or that just be boring! He loved gore and violence. A cute romance on the side. But total fluff? What was he a girl? a romantic? Ha not even in your dreams!
Post by Myron Kotov on Mar 1, 2017 17:39:18 GMT -5
Не говорим о том, чего боимся и ждём.
He eyed the male a bit when he said he didn't have an ID. "If you say so." He kind of doubted him. Who didn't have an ID of some sort? But for all he knew, he lost his only ID and never bothered to get another one. He seemed like the type to do just that. He wondered how he could be so gleeful about not having one either. Without one, you'd be prevented from doing or getting quite a few things.
He then listened as the man gave him his name. Conner? So he was likely a foreigner as well. Especially considering he didn't offer his last name instead. Knowing that, he'd do just the same. "Myron. And a new name, eh? What about Insolence." He jested, giving him a slight smirk. He watched him as he paid his tab, then started walking towards the door to leave. He turned his head a bit to make sure he was following, and he sure was. He wasn't sure if he should just ask him to wait outside his apartment building, or to actually invite him in. He did seem like a troublemaker at heart, and he didn't want to cause his neighbors any trouble. But he didn't actually want to invite a stranger right into his room. He sighed. He'll just have to see what happens when they actually get there.
Before he knew it, he felt a heavy pull on his shoulders. He almost growled as his rational side immediately pinpointed it as Conner. He leaned forward a bit, noticing his weight was completely put on him. What, did he want a piggyback ride or something? But to his surprise, the weight completely disappeared into a much lighter one on his head. He had a puzzled look on his face as he heard Conner speak, but couldn't feel his weight in the slightest. He should at least weigh a good 130 pounds if not more for someone of his height. But instead he felt like a whopping two pounds. Strange. You'd think he'd be more freaked out, but he was a little too stunned to really feel anything. "Uh...Yeah. It is nice out. And...I think I can handle myself." He finally replied after a minute or two of silence. He quietly reached up on his head, slowly touching whatever it was that was on his head. It felt like the bristles on a hairbrush or the teeth on a comb. His face became even more puzzled. He recognized the feeling from way back when his school had a field trip to a zoo, and they got to see some of the smaller, more docile animals up close and actually pet them and hold them. It felt like a hedgehog.
"A...hedgehog...?" He stumbled a bit on his words. He recalled how the lady showed him how to pick up a hedgehog. Or was it an armadillo? Either way, he was supposed to place his hands under it and hold it using his whole hand. He reached up with both hands, and slid one of his hands under the creature, then brought it down. If anything, he hoped the creature wouldn't change into it's defensive stance, where his quills would spike up and become a lot more like a ball of needles. He brought the hedgehog down so it'd be in his line of sight. He looked for a rational explanation, and the only one he could find was that Conner somehow found a hedgehog and placed it on his head. He turned around to ask, but there was no one in sight. Besides, that wouldn't explain why he heard Conner's voice above him. That all left one explanation, and a very absurd one at that. Although, it would explain why he talked about being 'The Great Hedgehog' and insisted on saying human like he wasn't one himself. "Conner...?" He asked. He wasn't sure what to expect at this point. But it definitely took a turn for an interesting night. He recalled the rumors about vampires and their ability to turn into an animal. He was still too stunned to really feel anything, but he didn't feel that he was in danger for whatever reason. If he was in danger, he was sure Conner would've already done something to him the moment they stepped outside. Or maybe he was just waiting for the right moment. He didn't know the man well enough to really say anything about him in regards to things like that. He continued to stare blankly at the hedgehog who he assumed was most likely Conner. He thought the rumors were just that, rumors. But maybe they were something more.
Myron Kotov | He has no sense of 'thats not something you should say!' (finally got a temp i like for him!)
Insolence.? oouuch that would have hurt if he didn't think it was the funniest thing he has ever heard. To think he would call him that! Sure he could easily see why he would have! But to say that out loud and to his face. Most didn't have the nerve to say that to his face! Most was cowards that say it in their head or behind his back.
"You so strange! Sure you can call me Insolence! The great hedgehog!" Yup, he had to add that towards the end, he loved being called the great hedgehog! After all it was his characters name. so of course he would go by it in irl. He really didn't care what no one called him. He'd just have a new name by daylight anyways. It wasn't like it was going to stick with him after all.
After they went outside and Conner decided to pick on the other he couldn't help but to bite back a laughing fit when Myron reacted to him! Why was he leaning forward? Was he really going to allow him to ride on his back? Well damn, that could have been fun too! He could have thrown his arm around like he had a weapon. He needed to get one later! wait, back to the other! He needed to focus before he fell off the others head! That would be a big drop for the small little creature!
Making sure to get settled on his head he rested his head on his little paws. Snickering more when Myron went on to say he could handle himself. "Oh? I hear heroine's are pretty tough! you should show me your strength." Maybe he was pushing his luck but he was having fun with this male.
With the males hands reaching up he came a hair of being a jerk and stabbing him with his 'needles' .. but he decided to see where this would go. Smiling inwardly he let Myron grab him. fitting perfectly in the males hand he blinked a few times. tilting his head when Myron started talking to him. Giving a soft little whine at first like a hedgehog would. only to laugh and start bouncing in the males hand all excitably.
"Conner? I thought you was calling me Insolence! Humans are so fun! Humans are so silly." The hedgehog chimed happily as he looked up at the male, his red eyes shinnying almost playfully. Bouncing around just a little longer he soon found his little legs running up the males arm with great balance.
"I told you mortal! I'm the great hedgehog! I'm nor good nor evil! The great hedgehog stands with one foot in hell and one in heaven. I could snap and pick either side any time i want! Now amuse me! Take me home and feed me! The hidden Heroine knows the secret. So lets go! onward we go! stage two is completed! The great hedgehog rewards the mystery bartender by sitting on his shoulder like a cute pet."
Maybe he was a bit to excited right now. But something about having the other look more confused then scared just put him in a good mood. So as a reward he leaned up to rub his cheek against Myron's. He might have been prickly and slightly dangerous but his face was save to touch at least! as well as his soft stomach.
Making his home on the others shoulder he looked around. To bad he didn't have a hoodie on, or a jacket with a hood! He could totally hide out there! He could just rest there and let the taller male do all the walking for him. Wouldn't that be nice? To have someone else do all the work? Although he wouldn't be much of a gamer that way would he? He'd be a lazy and good for nothing character.
"Since you made it past stage two! You can tell me your name now! I'll accept it... or i can keep calling you the hidden heroine! That works to. Whatever you prefer!" The hedgehog would exclaim. He didn't really care for the looks people would give him for being a weirdly color hedgehog. he was special! Get over it humans!
Myron couldn't help but grin a bit when he said he could call him Insolence. Sure, he could be pretty damn annoying but he guessed he could also be amusing sometimes. He must really like to be called the Great Hedgehog, from the way he added it on after he said all of that. He couldn't really grasp why, it was a strange name. A really outlandish one, given it wasn't supposed to be a stage name of some sort. That led him to wonder what he did for a living. It must be a stage name of some sort. But like usual, he wouldn't pry.
"Oh, I'll show you alright. When it's needed." He played along, albeit hesitantly. It did take him a moment to respond. He wasn't sure how else to respond. Well, he could've remained silent he supposed. Maybe that would've been better, if only for him. Besides, he wasn't sure what he would’ve done in the first place. It’s not like he was particularly skilled in anything unusual.
He watched as the hedgehog gave a little whine, only to play around and confirm it was him. He was still pretty surprised. You just don't expect someone to just...turn into a hedgehog on you suddenly. But he didn't seem to be a danger. At least, not to him as of now. If he is a vampire, that does mean one thing. He sought after blood. And who knows if he’d go after him at some point. A little caution is needed to say the least. He noticed the little fella started to run up his arm, and he held as still as he could. As annoying as he could be, he didn't need to drop him and end up hurting him.
“I’m sure you are.” He said a little sarcastically. Only a little, he could see a little truth in the absurdity of the words he spoke. Mostly the piece about him being able to do anything bad or good whenever he likes. He seemed like the chaotic type. “At least you are right about one thing, you are adorable like that. Almost as cute as a dog.” He teased. Small animals like hedgehogs were cute. But nothing could beat how adorable dogs were—especially not puppies. Puppies were the cutest little things he’s ever seen with his own eyes.
“And take you home? I thought we were heading over to my place. What, do you live with me now? I don't remember ever agreeing to that.” He jested. If anything, Conner had so much energy vibrating off him it reflected onto those around him. He’d usually never speak this much outside of work. He then felt the warmth of the other creature up against his cheek. He gave him a questioning expression. He would’ve been fine with it if he was just a normal hedgehog, but to him, it was a bit weird since he also knew him as a man he didn't know too well at all. But he shrugged it off. “Either way, do you have the diet of a hedgehog too? I hear the pet store is having a special on bugs and worms.” He said as soon as he remembered the diet that hedgehogs had. He wasn't even sure if he was joking or being courteous. He’s never really spoken to a vampire that has been open about...well, being a vampire. He knew they likely liked blood, but he wasn't sure about anything else. Maybe they just liked the kinds of food the animal they transformed into ate...? Or maybe they liked more human cuisines. Either way, there was no way that the store was still open at this hour.
The next thing he heard was Conner asking him his name. "Myron Kotov.” He answered swiftly. He became a little self-conscious when people would stare, seeing as he was with a oddly colored talking hedgehog. You most certainly do not see that every day. But he continued walking on without moving his sight. Self-conscious or no, he could easily just ignore them. He was very good at ignoring people when he wanted or needed to. “Hey. The convenience store is nearby, you want something from it?” He asked, seeing as he said feed him before. So, he assumed he was hungry. Besides, he could go for a snack himself. And if he had one hope, it'd be that Conner would transform back into his human form before they got there. The last thing he wanted to do was be forced to pay for his snack.
762 words ✖ Conner Winston ✖ notes: I can see that lol that's a nice template though
Conner was starting to like this human! He wasn't scared by him being a vampire. Or if he was he was hiding it good! He was being sarcastic with him, or honest? He really couldn't tell. Either way it amused him and made him glad he decided to bother this particular bartender tonight! after all it didn't seem like Myron minded him, that much. So after scurrying to the others shoulder he just gave a playful little snicker as he enjoyed the ride. Just doing what he felt like. Sure it wasn't common for someone to be nuzzling against you when they just met right? Well he was a cute little pet right now. It was totally normal, in his head that was. So he couldn't understand, or didn't care to, why it might be weird for the other.
Snickering mischievously he used a paw of his to bat at the others cheek. "I'm better then annnny dog! I can make others sick just with a prick of my quills! I'm better then any guard dog. Have you ever seen a hedgehog scared or mad?" He teased playfully, just smiling to himself. sitting back on the males shoulder properly this time he found himself snorting at the males questions. "For one! 'the house' is a simply statement! If you want it to be correct. "Oh take me to your house, heroine!" Is that better for you?" Yep, he was really enjoying this male. First he didn't pay attention to no small details now he was paying extra close attention? Was it because he was now cautious? Or because he was more focused? Either way.
"Secondly! That's a stupid myth. you insult my fellow hedgehogs! we do not eat bugs and worms. Humans are just dumb creatures that think we will eat anything you put in front of us! We aren't part of the rodent family! you call me insolence. Minus fifty five heart points. you went purple hear back down to a black heart! So saaaad." He chimed on about his game stuff again. Sure wild hedgehogs would eat worms and insects like that. But he was no wild one, he couldn't stand that stuff it made him mad if he was given them. Yawning boredly as he rested on the males shoulder he just watched everyone pass by them. Oh wait! If this male had already figured out that he was a vampire.
"Give me blood i'll give you a bonus thirty five and you can be back into the purple heat." Again, we was back to saying things that you probably should not, especially in the open like this. But who cared! Conner was enjoying this.. but he was a bit hungry. "Or you can buy me some fruit! no grapes though!" Finally! He got his name. Myron.. That could be a nice name for a player. "Myron! the mystery bartender! Oh i like that title! Okay Myron you are now accepted into my party. Remember to save before every battle or you could die!" Sure any sane person would know that it was not a game! That if you died you died right? Well not for him. He couldn't die so he could always press select, resume from last saved point! Has he ever done this? Yes.... yes he has..
"Sure! Even the main character needs to refresh his stamina and health! So lets go!" The small hedgehog took a leap off the males shoulder. Spinning in the air, or rather doing a flip. Landing flat foot on the ground his orange heeled shoes made a clank on the ground. His black scarf flowed behind his back. Readjusting his glasses on his face he smirked mischievously. Without giving Myron much time to reach to the conformation that he was in fact not human. He reached to grab the others wrist in attempts to tug and pull the other along with him as he ran towards the store. grinning when he used his free hand to shove anyone and everyone that was in his way, out of his way he looked back at the other.
"See Myron! Insolence can make anyone move out of his way! No one dares to challenge the great hedgehog." He exclaimed happily, maybe a bit to happily. Running a little further he eventually stopped when they made it to the store. Letting go of the other he quickly pushed the doors, yes both of them, open so he could walk in with a nice...well entrance! "Now, now! Where to start! I want something sweet.. hey, hey Bartender! What would be good? Want to make me a sweet cocktail? What do i need? Hey!" Quickly spinning on his heels he gave the other a almost childish awe when he looked up at him. "You can be the great hedgehogs personal bartender! Tag along on his adventures and make him all the good stuff! But don't worry! Insolence will not bring you on battles! Can't risk the human bartender dying. then i'd be out of luck. A subclass bartender would just suuuuck." Really he needed to learn to shut up but he seen no reason to being to cautious. Tossing his arms behind his head he wondered where the fruit would even be at in here.
Post by Myron Kotov on Mar 2, 2017 23:03:26 GMT -5
В ночь по узким коридорам, все распахивают двери.
“Maybe, but you’re definitely no Pyshka.” He thought back to the dog his neighbor’s had back in Russia. She was a large East European shepherd, and a strong one as well. She was a guard dog born and bred. He always offered to walk the big girl, and to watch her when the family went on vacations. She was the closest to a dog he’s ever had, and he treasured those moments. It’s not like the dog’s family would play with her much, seeing as they were always too busy and they had no kids. That, and he always liked the dog ever since he moved in with his family, even if she would’ve attempted to tear his hand off if he were to try and pet her. That was, until they got introduced to each other.
He eyed the hedgehog as he stated what he thought on the house subject. He grinned a bit. “I know what you meant. I was only taking it literally as a joke. But that works as well I suppose.” He shrugged. Maybe he just didn’t get sarcasm? If so, he’d have to tone his sarcasm down a notch. Which would be a little hard. Myron was a very sarcastic guy, to say the least. That was just the type of humor he had.
“I think I’ll pass on the blood sucking for now.” He said in a flat voice. He was curious to see what a vampire drinking someone's blood would look like, but preferably not on himself. He wasn’t that curious to find out. He especially wasn’t curious about how it felt like. It’d probably hurt, since they would have to puncture the skin. Besides that, he didn’t completely trust the guy obviously. If he was to ever give anyone blood, he should at least have complete trust in them not to go overboard. “Hmm. If no grapes, what about grapefruit?” He jested again. If Conner was going to have a field day with him, he might as well try to return the favor. Although, he was a little serious about the grapefruit. He could restock on some for his own personal bar. Which was admittedly just the kitchen counter, but it worked well enough. He turned his head to look at the hedgehog as he quickly went onto another ramble. Something about saving in case he died? “Right…” He hesitantly spoke. He wasn’t exactly sure what that was supposed to mean. Then again, Conner said some pretty damn weird stuff in the first place. He should expect nothing less. After he said his bit about the convenience store, Conner had leaped off his shoulder and turned back into his human form before no time. And within that short time, he had grabbed a hold of Myron's wrist, tugging him along with him.
"Hey..." He growled as he, at first, tried to hold the other male back, but decided to just let him run. He wasn't sure if he had even heard him, he seemed too busy shoving people out of the way. Myron wasn't the biggest fan of being touched, especially by people he didn't know too well. He hated it. But, he thought about it for a moment. That wouldn't stop Conner from tugging at him. He was sure about that. Conner just did what he pleased without care or concern. He wondered how somebody could be so nonchalant about everything. Or careless, for a matter of fact. Spewing word around that you had the traits of a vampire isn't exactly the best idea. Wouldn't that just mean people would be after you sooner or later in some form or another? Or maybe they'd be too afraid to. He didn't know anything about the strength that vampires possess. For all he knew, they could never be outnumbered. Hell, they could even be immortal for all he knew. He didn't know much about them at all. It made him more curious about Conner, however.
"I can see that, Insolence." He said in an almost reprimanding voice. The nickname he gave him still rung true. He wasn't the politest character around. He was very rude for a matter of fact. After all, was it really necessary to push people out of the way? Either way, they were almost at the convenience store. That was a relief, and that probably meant that Conner would let go of his wrist in the mean time. He watched as Conner let go of his wrist and threw open both doors in order to make a grand entrance of some sort. Myron had only known him for a little while now, and he already knew he'd end up doing something like that. At least he was right about him letting go of his wrist. It'd sure be a pain if he opened it while holding his wrist. "Something sweet? How about a blue Hawaii? I got most of the ingredients at home, we just need coconut cream and pineapple juice." He wondered why he was even replying to his question. Weren't they supposed to be heading out to drink? Not going to his house to have him mix cocktails? He sighed. Oh well. At least it'd give him a chance to brush up on his mixology skills again. He needs to keep them sharp, so the more practice he got, the better.
"...Personal bartender? Well, that'll cost you. Bartenders don't come cheap." He sneered. In all honesty, he would probably end up making the guy free cocktails anyways. He seemed like he'd be the type to pester you about something until you gave up and agreed to it. He didn't even want to bother arguing about it. He was glad about not having to fight though. Who would they even be fighting? What kind of trouble does he even get into anyways? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out, truthfully. Then he heard a very unfamiliar word. "A subclass?" He muttered underneath his breath. He wasn't sure if that was something that'd be alright to pry into. But he was definitely curious about it. He thought about how agitating Conner could be at times, but it was worth it seeing as he bought forth so much curiosity in him. There was nothing he loved more than learning about things. Especially more unknown subjects, which a vampire would fall underneath. However, they came here for fruit. "The fruits over here." He started leading the way towards the left side of the store. It was still further in the back. But going all the way left would get you there quicker. Or at least it felt like it did.
1111 words ✖ Conner Winston ✖ notes: At least he's got him curious
Myron Kotov | lookit! he's giving Myron a free hit. Aint he wonderful? XD
"Pyshka is a dumb name." He didn't know what Pyshka was.. he could only assume it was a dog though, that was what he had been talking about after all. That name.. he wasn't even sure if he could pronounce it even if he wanted to! People and their weird names. It made him feel sorry for himself! He needed to be sure to pick his next eve carefully. He didn't want to end up with some weird name that he couldn't even say if he wanted to. He'd just hold up a piece of paper. This is what my dumbass master calls me. He would tell them. Actually that would be funny. to have someone look at him like he was crazy for saying he had a master. But that also meant he could put all the blame on his eve if he ever got in trouble.
Grinning a bit at the thought he shook his head. No, no. This wasn't the time to get distracted and zone out. The other was talking to him after all. Sp speak game to me and i'll get the joke faster. Humans method of jokes go over my head most the time." He shrugged at the thought, it would just be something he didn't get. He wasn't surprised that Myron told him no on drinking his blood. Oh well he'd get a taste before this as all over! One way or another. Why? Because he was told no of course. Grapefruit? "Baka! I'll make you drink it and see how you like it." He laughed, he wasn't to serious on that one. Why? Because he took it as a joke this time. He had just said he liked joking right?
So who was he to think he was being serious this time? After having shifting into his human form he grabbed the others wrist and pulled him along. He loved the angry faces he would get from others. The best however was the scared and shocked ones. It was like no one had ever pushed them. wasn't that the best expression ever? Grinning a bit to himself he just loved the way Myron was going along with it. Did he know that he was out matched here? Did he know the power behind vampires? Servamps especially? Looking back at Myron he grinned. Wondering how the other would react if he seen just how resident his body was compared to the others! That would be a fun cut scene he would show him later!
What was better then cut scenes? A small episode before the adventure moved forward! Once he let him go and made his entrance he found himself laughing childishly when he heard him say "I can see that, Insolence." Hey! That name was starting to stick. He was starting to like it. He wouldn't mind keeping that nickname for a while. Beaming with happiness this time, he gave Myron a thumbs up. "I have no idea what that is! But it has Hawaii in it and that sounds interesting to me! But please my father has been head of a huge gaming factory for over a hundred years! Conner Winston has the money to buy you out! The great hedgehog..." Moving over closer to Myron he pulled his hands up to his chest like a excited child, nuzzling the 'air' around Myron. Making sure not to physically touch him this time.
"Has the charm to get anything he wants! WHILE! Insolence! Has your full attention." Willing his eyebrows at the other he didn't even seem to mind how weird he was being. Never mind how it seemed like he now had three personalities. Which wouldn't be completely wrong! The only problem was, all his personalities just came back to the same personality in the end.. so allies? Yeah! He had three of them now. He had more! But he wouldn't mention them. Myron might figure out that he got in some trouble back in new york and was told by his own father not to come back. Not because he didn't love him! But to keep him out of more trouble and... oh hey he was walking off!
Quickly taking after Myron he bounced from one side of him to the other looking over his shoulder to see everything around them. Oh! Right! Between his day dreaming he heard him ask about subclass'! "Yeah! That means.. oh! Subclass is my underlings! Its humans that died! Sounds bad right? who's want a dead human as a underclass? Well that's just it! No one would! Thats why when we wonderful saints give you weak humans a second chance! By giving you my blood i can bring you back to life! But you want be no booooring human. You'll be a vampire like me. you'll get these cool things." Pointing at his fangs with his thumb. Even making a point to show how sharp they was by brushing his thumb over his fang, piercing the skin.
Holding his hand up to Myron to show him the bed of blood. "Being my underling you will get strength like you never imagine!" He spun on his hells, throwing his arms up in the air to make a point. sliding on his heels he pointed at himself with his thumb once more. "You'll get a major upgrade! I can kick you so hard right now to send you flying and inpeal against the wall and you be out cold! But if you was my subclass you do more damage to the wall then yourself! Isn't that just awesome! Come on, come on. Give me your best shot." The flamboyant vampire chimed. Tossing his arms out to the side. Giving the other free access and range to hit him anywhere he pleased.
"Come on! I promise you'll hurt your hands before you can do any real damage to me! I heal soooo quick!" grinning as he looked at the other he could see, in his head, the options over Myron's head. A: Hit the blonde!B: Stare at him like he's crazyC:Ignore him and walk off. That, that was dedication! That's how his mind worked. Did Conner care they was in public? no He was more concerned and determined that he was the only one that mattered.
Scratch that! He was determined that they was the only ones that mattered! Everyone else was just back up characters that would move along in any game. the shouldn't be minded let alone cared about. waiting to see if Myron was really going to hit him, see if he really would take the chance while it was offered. Conner found himself adding one last, simple. Oh! I like blueberries. They are my favorite and cherry is y second favorite! Make sure to remember that hidden heroine!" Yup, he was back to that name.
Post by Myron Kotov on Mar 3, 2017 10:29:03 GMT -5
Сколько лет прошло, все о том же гудят провода.
"Actually, you're not wrong. It was a dumb name, especially for her. Pyshka means crumpet, друган." He said the drugan part acrimoniously, waiting to see how he'd react. He then only realized he couldn't even pronounce Pyshka correctly and he had to tell him what it even meant, there was no chance in hell he understood let alone spoke Russian. That left open another channel for messing with him. He smirked at the thought. "Hey, which do you like better? Наглость or Дерзость*? Both are the same as Insolence, only with a little Russian flair." He teased, his smirk only getting wider as he brushed aside one side of his bangs to get a better look at the man’s face as he reacted. Sure, he could see well enough with his hair in front of his eyes, but only because he’s gotten used to it. And even then, it did limit his vision. Most would wonder why he wore it like that, and it was simply because he liked it that way. Also, it covered up his eyes so no one would comment about his eye color to him. He always got compliments about his chartreuse colored eyes when he was younger. Personally, it annoyed him. So he started to keep them covered. He couldn't see for the life of him at first, but he learned to adapt to it.
"Speak...game? Uh...right. I guess.” He wasn't even really sure how to reply. He hadn't touched a gaming console since he left Russia. He hasn't played any games since then either. He didn't really have much of an interest in them in the first place. Sure, they could be entertaining, but he’s never been able to find himself actually beating one before he got bored of it. How would you even speak game anyways? He decided to just let it go. No use in chasing a cat up a tree you can't climb.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind. I like grapefruit. It’s a nice, bitter drink. Even better when you put it in a cocktail.” He liked bitter drinks and foods. It was one reason why his grapefruit supply always came up short eventually. He’d get three or four of them, as he didn't want them to go to a waste before he got to use them all. That wouldn’t be the best end result. He hated wasting food. He was very frugal when it came down to it. He watched as Conner commented on how he didn't know what a blue Hawaii is along with how his father was apparently swimming in cash, as he seemingly went to snuggle up next him while not physically touching him. “Alright, I’d rather you just touch me than just hover over me. It’s annoying.” He said bluntly, giving Conner a side eye glance before walking away.
He listened carefully to Conner’s explanation of a subclass. So they could bring back the dead and make them into vampires it seems? Did the subclass have the ability to do the same? What was the difference between him and a subclass anyways? He had a few more questions, but they got put aside as they came into the fruit aisle. Then he noticed Conner was still going on about the whole thing. He finally got to the bit where he said he could punch him. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass on it, masochist.” He jokingly said. If what he said was true, then he wouldn't be harmed by a punch from him but it was still weird he’d want to be punched, even if it wouldn't hurt him. Besides, that’d make a public scene. And they’d probably end up getting kicked out of the store for violence. Or, at least Myron would.
“Alright, I got cherries at home. So we just need grapefruit, blueberries, coconut cream and pineapple juice.” He quickly spotted the grapefruits, seeing as he went to the store quite a bit to get them. “Hmm. Get some wine as well. I’m short. Any kind will do.” He said to Conner whilst not even looking at him. His arm was pointed in the direction of the sign over the aisle that had spirits and wine put on it. He grabbed a basket and placed the grapefruit in it. He got three of them. He turned towards Conner to demand something of him again. “You’ll go look for the blueberries too. I’ll get the pineapple juice and coconut cream.” He then turned away, starting to head to another aisle to look for everything. It took him around fifteen minutes to find the pineapple juice, but he couldn't find any coconut cream yet. He wondered if they even had any, and before he knew it he was asking a staff member where it was. And his hunch was right. They didn't have any. He let out a light sigh as he walked back to where he last saw Conner.
The supermarket in the next town over had coconut cream, but like hell he’d want to end up walking over there just to get it. And he wasn't about to pay for a taxi either. It just wasn't worth it. Although, he technically was a resident of that town as well. He simply had an apartment here strictly for work. Any time he went on vacation he’d always go back to Kamakura. He wouldn't go back on weekends he had off though, they were simply too short and taxis were too expensive for his tastes. After all, there weren't any well paying bartender positions there, so he ended up coming here for work as there were more bars here than there. It sucked paying for two apartments however, but it was better than paying for taxi rides from there to here and back constantly. Plus the money he brought from home was enough to give him a good financial standing. He thought back on how his parents gave him the 1,100,300 some ruble to buy a small lot to start his own branch of the family business. He left half of the ruble in his account as he saw it as a hassle to carry that much money around. He had put most of it in his bag to even carry it. It wasn’t like he could transfer the money in his account. His parents would find out where he is. Besides if he did take out all the money, it’d suck if he got robbed, wouldn't it? Luckily that never happened. If anything, he was lucky to have a visa for Japan in the first place, even if he had to keep renewing it. It was kind of risky choosing Japan, as his family was planning a trip here at the time. Hence the visa. Although, they were going to head over to Kanazawa, not here. He wasn't a permanent resident of Japan as of yet anyways. He still had another six years left before he could even apply. He stopped thinking for a moment, as he realized he was just standing in the middle of an aisle lost in thought. He still had to find Conner again after all, and that meant there was no time to dwell on his thoughts. That boy could be a real hassle, and he knew it.
1216 words ✖ Conner Winston ✖ notes: *naglost' and derzost' are the romanized pronunciations in case you wanted to know. also, друган/drugan means pal to save you the time of looking it up. icon credit.
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