“What are you two deviants doing
to that Sprite?"
"Interrogation,” Toby replied matter-of-factly. “Trying to find out who sent it." Amused, I decided to play along. “And if it doesn't cooperate?" "Puree,” Toby answered.
I tried to take in the moment, but it was simply too strange. I had a Werewolf and a Goblin in my kitchen threatening to blend a Sprite into a fine paste.Where was Rod Serling when you needed him? I had definitely entered the Twilight Zone. I turned back to the wolf. “Any luck?" "No.” Toby sighed. “I don't think the Sprite thinks we'll actually hurt it so it isn't talking." I rubbed my temples for a second trying to regain some of my composure. “Okay, let's do this right." Toby cocked an eyebrow. “What?"
Marching into the kitchen I snapped my fingers at Karl. “Move." The Goblin leapt off the blender without protest. "New player.” The Sprite laughed as I approached. Reaching into the blender jar, I snatched the three-inch tall Sprite careful not to smash it. Scooting the blender aside, I pressed the Sprite to the counter and reached into a nearby drawer with my free hand. Grabbing the largest knife possible, I held up the shiny silver blade for the Sprite to see. “I'm going to ask questions and you're going to answer,” I instructed. "Or what?” the Sprite asked confidently. “You're Brimstone. You won't hurt me." I stared at my would-be assassin through narrowed eyes. Its yellow flesh looked rich against my white hand. Completely naked, Sprites had no need for clothing. Asexual, there were no male or female Sprites. They simply multiplied like cells through mitosis. One Sprite became two. Two became four. Four became eight ... you get the picture. Only a small, empty quiver for its Pixie Sticks was slung across its chest. The Sprite's hair, green and wild, reminded me of the novelty Troll dolls that flooded stores a decade ago. Sprites were notoriously vain about their hair, often dying it every color of the rainbow and spending hours styling it. Sprite hair was a status symbol in their society. The bigger and brighter it was, the better.
"Let's try this again,” I said as I held the knife just above its hair, “I ask questions, you answer them. Understood?"
The Sprite snorted grotesquely at my threat. “You don't have thehuevos , Princess." "You don't know who you're dealing with.” Karl snorted. "Well,” I smiled, showing my perfect fangs as my eyes shifted to black, “you're right about one thing.” Pressing down, I cut a massive chunk of hair off the Sprite's head. The tiny Inhuman shrieked in disbelief as I picked the hair up from the counter and showed it to it. “I start on body parts next,” I warned.
"Interrogation,” Toby replied matter-of-factly. “Trying to find out who sent it." Amused, I decided to play along. “And if it doesn't cooperate?" "Puree,” Toby answered.
I tried to take in the moment, but it was simply too strange. I had a Werewolf and a Goblin in my kitchen threatening to blend a Sprite into a fine paste.Where was Rod Serling when you needed him? I had definitely entered the Twilight Zone. I turned back to the wolf. “Any luck?" "No.” Toby sighed. “I don't think the Sprite thinks we'll actually hurt it so it isn't talking." I rubbed my temples for a second trying to regain some of my composure. “Okay, let's do this right." Toby cocked an eyebrow. “What?"
Marching into the kitchen I snapped my fingers at Karl. “Move." The Goblin leapt off the blender without protest. "New player.” The Sprite laughed as I approached. Reaching into the blender jar, I snatched the three-inch tall Sprite careful not to smash it. Scooting the blender aside, I pressed the Sprite to the counter and reached into a nearby drawer with my free hand. Grabbing the largest knife possible, I held up the shiny silver blade for the Sprite to see. “I'm going to ask questions and you're going to answer,” I instructed. "Or what?” the Sprite asked confidently. “You're Brimstone. You won't hurt me." I stared at my would-be assassin through narrowed eyes. Its yellow flesh looked rich against my white hand. Completely naked, Sprites had no need for clothing. Asexual, there were no male or female Sprites. They simply multiplied like cells through mitosis. One Sprite became two. Two became four. Four became eight ... you get the picture. Only a small, empty quiver for its Pixie Sticks was slung across its chest. The Sprite's hair, green and wild, reminded me of the novelty Troll dolls that flooded stores a decade ago. Sprites were notoriously vain about their hair, often dying it every color of the rainbow and spending hours styling it. Sprite hair was a status symbol in their society. The bigger and brighter it was, the better.
"Let's try this again,” I said as I held the knife just above its hair, “I ask questions, you answer them. Understood?"
The Sprite snorted grotesquely at my threat. “You don't have thehuevos , Princess." "You don't know who you're dealing with.” Karl snorted. "Well,” I smiled, showing my perfect fangs as my eyes shifted to black, “you're right about one thing.” Pressing down, I cut a massive chunk of hair off the Sprite's head. The tiny Inhuman shrieked in disbelief as I picked the hair up from the counter and showed it to it. “I start on body parts next,” I warned.