The Ghost of Treize
This is a rather weird little thing that spawned out of a discussion of how we could deal with Treize in an RPG set after the war. My suggestion was he would be a ghost and go around possessing people�And thus Misha-chan and I ended up writing this bazaar little scenario. The socks thing is from Misha-chan, btw. She thinks it looks like he got socks in his pants. Oh and Liadan was my OZie RP character, before the RPG died. *ghost possesses Liadan who starts making long speeches and acting ooc* Random OZie: o.O;;; Are you feeling o.k. Liadan? Liadan: Yes, of course. Now get me some wine! Random OZie: o.O;;; (Liadan doesn't drink) Um....right, sir. *edges away and calls the men in the white coats for Liadan* Liadan: And fetch me some socks to stuff in my pants! Quickly, man, this is a matter of life and death!!! Random OZie: O.O *runs* Liadan: Eh? What? It *is* a matter of life and death. I have a reputation to keep up. Random OZie 2: Um.......Yes, sir. *thinks* Where are those Men In White Coats?! Liadan: AND I MUST HAVE A LARGE DRAMATIC CAPE! I even walk around in my underwear with a large dramatic cape on. It's a must for all egotistical maniacs, and goes with everything. Besides, it just screams "power". Random OZie: Uhhh...�.� Riiiiight... Liadan: THERE'S NO TIME, MAN! *tears the curtains off of their rods and turns them into a makeshift cape, throwing the edge over his shoulder* THERE! Dermail: *walks in* HEY! Those were silk!!! Do you know how much those cost me!!?
Liadan: *walks past Dermail on his tippy-toes to make himself taller* There was no time for quips, my good man, it had to be done. Dermail: *whispering to the Random OZie* This has something to do with that head wound of his, doesn't it? [Note: Liadan was in an accident which training at Lake Victoria and lost his memory�and possibly his marbles as well] Random OZie: *nodsnods* Yes, just humor him till the Men In The White Coats get here. Liadan: Hey! Do not talk about you Commander-in-Chief that way! And were are those socks? *tackles the random OZie and tries to steal his socks* Dermail: What's he want socks for? Random OZie: *beating Liadan over the head with a flower pot* He wants to.... *beat beat beat* ...stuff them... *beat crash* ...in his... *crash smash bang* pants! Dermail: Ah. O.O *edges away* I'll just let you deal with him, k? Liadan: I MUST GET TO THE ROOF! QUICKLY! I NEED A HIGH PLACE TO STAND FOR MY
CAPE TO FLAP SO I LOOK DRAMATIC! OZie: But, sir, the roof is lock- Liadan: That's an ORDER! OZie: Ano...you're just a cadet...o.o Dermail: Can't you PLEASE get him out of my office... *several OZie's approach wih white coats on. Just then, Lady Une enters* Liadan: My Lady! You're safe! That's good to know... Une: Do I know you? Liadan: *looks taken aback* My Lady, are you allright? Don't you remember me? Une: ^^;;;;; Riiight... *turns to Dermail* Liadan: *gasps* THEY MUST HAVE BRAINWASHED YOU! Don't worry, My Dear Lady, I won't let them have you *grabs Une* Une: Ack! get your hands off me! *slaps Liadan* SOMEBODY GET THIS FREAK OFF ME! Liadan: ;_; My Dear Lady, you wound me...literally. Men In The White Coats: *drag Liadan off of Lady Une* Man #1: Alright, just calm down. Man #2: *Talking to Dermail* So he thinks he's Treize Khusrenada? Dermail: *nod* He's also trying to stuff socks down his pants. *sweatdrop* Man #2: Ah. O.O;;; Dermail: That's what I said. Liadan: How dare you!? My Lady, do you betray me? Or is it still the work of these mongrels on your mind? Fear not, for I sha-MFFMMM! *he is smothered by several men...dogpile on the rabbit!!* Dermail: *looks down and suddenly realizes his socks have been pilfered* o.o I won't even ask for them back... Liadan: *breaks free* MY EYEBROWS! *Heads towards Dermail in order to steal HIS eyebrows...o.0* I MUST HAVE MY WOLFMAN EYEBROWS! Dorothy: *enters* Graaaaaaannnnddfatherr, I-ACK! *she's is cut off as Liadan goes straight for her eyebrows with a pocket knife* NOT MY CROWNING GLORY! Liadan: I must have my eyebrows! They were MY crowning glory first, you...you...THIEF! Dorothy: *beating the crap out of Liadan* grandfather, what's with this man? Dermail: Head wound. Dorothy: Oh. *knocks Liadan unconsious* Men in coats: *drags the unconscious Liadan out, to a nice place with cushioned walls where he shall forever bully around the other prisoners and insist he's God with socks in his shorts* And thus it ends....