Sarah McLaren wrote:
"Wanna go find that crazy art lady?"
"Sure, why not."
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That Crazy Art Lady-
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Drezebel was sneaking up on Dot as she walked the streets of Mechanicsburg. The
Pants of Heterodyne (Specifically, Eustace Heterodyne's pants, which she had for the past 10 years of her life been trying to emancipate from him as a bizarre trophy of sorts) worn on her head as some sort of hat, a fine camel-hair brush in her right hand and an easel with fresh oil-based paints in her left. A manic grin had grown across her face
For anyone watching, it would have been quite a sight to watch her tip-toeing up towards a dimunitative little Heterodyne girl, trying her best not to cackle. Normally cackling would have occurred, but Drezebel was quite familiar with the reputation of the youngest Heterodyne, and knew that stealth was her ally in spilling mischief all over Dot's face.
And then, quite abruptly, she POUNCED!
Drezebel tackled Dot, painting furiously, attempting to sketch the beginnings of a beard along her prey's face while pinning her down, when suddenly a trio of bony, gnarled hands reached from the darkness of a nearby open door and grabbed the mad artist, dragging her into the shadows.
...and leaving Dot with the whispy, spectral, almost ghostlike sketch-of-a-beard hanging from her face, both ghostlike and translucent yet at the same time feeling real.
Drezebel, on the other hand, didn't watch as the door behind her was slammed shut and a deadbolt slid in place, because she was too busy prodding eyes with the butt of her paintbrush and bapping her captors with her easel. This lasted for about a few moments until she realized exactly who had grabbed her. "Wait... three gnarled old hags? It couldn't be... I THOUGHT I smelled Macbeth's untimely doom around here. It smells of cloves and garlic, by the way. Bluh." She wiped some dust off her artist's smock and scowled. "Come on! I was SOO close to having bearded one of the most notorious figures in Mechanicsburg! What the frig are the Lefay's Three Witches doing here, anyway?"
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Bureaucat-
Bureaucat looked up at Wally as he flattened the fur on his tail, which until now had basically been standing on end as a base state. "I really ought not to tell you much." He sighed, fussing with his collar, around which an odd, oversized plastic sphere with a dialpad had been affixed. "I have no desire to change the future, and yet, I believe some of the damage is already done. " He looked over at David. "Mr. Caine, it really does start with Mr. Toboz and his actions."
David blinked. "Wait, me?"
Bureaucat shook his head. "No, Mr. Toboz."
David looked at him. "I've never even met you before!"
Bureaucat glared back at him. "I did not say this is your doing! I mean the David Toboz I know."
David raised an eyebrow, glaring back. "Yeah, but I didn't do anything."
Bureaucat glared. "I MEAN that another you is the source of my misfortune, not you yourself!"
David scowled. "Am not! I'm a good guy! I don't bring misfortunte on people! Unless you were being evil. WERE you being evil?"
Bureaucat looked angry. "Certainly not!"
David put his hands on his hips. "Then there's no way that I did anything bad to you. I don't act like that. Unless.... do you mean nZobot? The evil me from the negative-universe?"
Bureaucat looked confused. "...Who? Mew. It doens't really matter. The reason I'm here is because I was accompanying Mr. Toboz here to reclaim something taken from him through time-"
David scowled. "That's not true! No one's stolen anything from me! ...that I know of? Yet? I'm sorta confused."
Bureaucat put his front paws over his eyes and twitched his tail. "...let's start over, shall we?"