Far off from the mansion, a black smile glistened in the moonlight as a flash of light flickered off the glass of a small telescope the dark figure held.
"Yes...that seems about right." He says to himself as he pulled the telescope away from his face, pushing it back into its condensed form. Placing it inside his large black overcoat, he then pulled out a glowing watch to check the time. "Don't want to be late."
He places both hands on a large catapult a second later, moving it around a bit before jumping into the massive spoon-shaped arm and curling up in the fetal position. Soon after, a rope snapped in two and the loud shriek of the man laughing echoed across the plains as it got louder and louder. Suddenly, one of the windows on the top floor of the mansion exploded inwards as the man crashed roughly against the ground and bounced into a wall. He groaned while pushing up onto his hands and knees, a smile still on his face as he stands up.
OOC: I'd like to make this very clear. He--I repeat--DID NOT CRASH THROUGH THE CEILING! He went THROUGH a window on the TOP floor of the mansion, which says he's now in one of the rooms on the TOP floor.
The orange haze coming from the warming fire kissed the freakish features of such a man as he brushed his hands through the large spiky red hair to get the pieces of glass out. His white skin gave off a pale blue shade of death and his eyes were red in color, black pupils at each center. The rest of his appearance was shadowed by a large black overcoat with no pockets on the outside and a big round, rolled-up collar. Underneath that was a pink shirt that said, 'Laughing is my excuse for killing people. What's yours?' and then some black flexible slack pants along with fluffy white shoes covered in dried blood finishing the portrayal. What is very distinct within the fires' light is the prominent parts of his face; his black eye-lids, black nose, and very thin black lips that were not products of make-up.
The door burst open a minute later as a frightened young man rushes inside and stop at this freak's feet.
"Excuse me sir for being late!" The young man yelled.
"Well, I'm not late so you're not late. Now kiss my baby seal shoes." The servant leaned in and did as he was ordered before standing up with his head still low. "Have you done as I ordered?" The freak ask.
"Yes, Mr. Red, all of it has been used in the entire collection. He bows again.
"Very good, Wedge. What about the attic?"
"Everything is there in working order." Red laughs with glee and smacks the boy across the face almost involuntary.
"Excellent! I have something else for you to do!" Red then pulls out a box from inside his overcoat and hands it to his servant. "This box is filled with a hundred letters, all saying the same thing. Take them to the dance below and give everyone who's sipped any alcohol served by all the other servants one letter." The boy grabbed the box almost ripping it from Red's hands and bowed a third time.
"I shall, sir!" And then he was off.
Once Red had finished dusting himself off, he then left the room and went up the stairs towards an attic that stood over the main ballroom, pulling out a key to open the door. Finally inside, he locked the door behind him and turned his attention to a large object ten feet away. He then flipped a switch and a light bulb flickered on almost reluctantly, revealing the words '5000 lbs. on the size of the large box.
"Oh, what a night this is going to be!"
Down below, the servant boy was handing out the letters to anyone with a glass of alcohol or wine that had been given to them by the ballroom staff. When he finished, he vanished from sight. The letter read:
Back in the attic, an alarm began to go off as Red pulled out the watch inside his jacket to see the long hand pointing at the number three. In anticipation, he quickly got onto his belly and opened up a small trap door to look out onto the ballroom floor. Quickly his eyes picked out a wobbly little moogle with a bottle of wine in his hand. It was moving towards Xeim before it stopped and dropped the bottle, holding its' stomach."Dear goody-two-shoes,
If you would take a moment to look at your drink, you'll notice--NOTHING! That is because I have poisoned all of your drinks with an odorless and tasteless form of Ex-Lax, a laxative that induces bowel movements and it often treated for constipation! Any person found to have drank anything served by the ballroom staff will now be having a case of the runs, Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HA HA HA HA HA!
Unsincerely,
Your unfriendly neighborhood supervillain, "Red" the Blacksmith
"I don't feel so good..." The moogle said, almost falling over after it took a few more steps. All of the sudden the little guy with eyes wide open let out a yell. "It burns! It burns I tell ya, kupo!" One could see his small little pants beginning to fill up as it looked like it was about to explode!
Red let out a howling roar of cackling laughter when he heard this.
[NOTE: Those to have drank are: Quistis, Joesteel, Unknown Entity, Raider, Djinn, and possibly a few others.]
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