It’s been awhile since we’ve visited the Swamp and her inhabitants. Today I thought you might like to take a peek into our little farewell get together for Mighty, who shall remain with us via the technology gods until her return, and meet our newest member…
Wicked: *shoving Might’s duffle on to the back of the lopsided jackass* Why the hell are you going to the Windy City? Between the Werewolf Monks and Eerie’s Free Range Zombies, I would’ve thought we had enough drama for you.
Mighty:*stashing her Staff of Bull Shark Repellent* You know how it is, money’s a little tight and those Bull Sharks aren’t going to leave the lake any time soon. I’m just going to make sure they don’t pass beyond where they’re allowed.
Snarky: *lazily curling and uncurling her whip* I can whip them into shape.
Mighty: *look of indulgent disdain* Your whip is not going to reach.
*Overhead Mischievous calls out*: Hey Mighty, you ready to lose a few fingers and toes? The temps over there will keep you in deep freeze. *He cackles at his lame attempt at humor*
Mighty: *rolling her eyes across the road. Picks them up and puts them back in*: That bird would be great fried.
Wicked: *grinning in agreement, even as the Prankster Duo comment on Mighty’s gory trick* Yeah, but I think Eerie might take exception to our meal plans.
Eerie: *taking his Free Range Zombies for a walk with chains and a pointy stick* What meal plans? The Werewolf Monks have been promising me a new vintage, I could pester them for it.
*A cloud of smoke drifts over* Smokey: “Just took down a mastodon over by Swamp Thing’s place. It’s been smoking nicely for the last few days. I’ll have my Spicy Bit bring it over. We don’t want you heading off without a full belly, Mighty.
Quirky: *practicing knots with some newly purchased ropes* The Muses headed out a few hours ago, so we could probably hang over at Filet Your Own Deli without worrying about another knock down drag out argument over the use of details or lack thereof.
Dreamer *arms full of colorful blooms and Angel Boy fluttering around her ankles* What about your cabin, Mighty? Do you need someone to pop in and keep an eye on things for you?
Mighty: *the smirk we all know and love but have learned to be wary of appears* Nah, I forgot to mention I found someone to cabin sit while I’m gone. That way it’ll still be standing, Zombie Free, when I get back.
Dreamer *beatific smile appears* It’s so nice to have new blood in the community. So much to play with…*a small blush* I mean, perhaps they’ll have new playmates for Angel Boy. *Turns to Wicked and Snarky* No offense girls, but I believe your progeny may be perhaps a bit too adventurous for mine right now.
Wicked & Snarky exchange high fives.
Wicked: None taken…
Snarky: So this new peep. What’s the deal? Who are they? Where are they from? Most importantly, can they pass the Swamp Entry Exam?
*A loud pop and a blue telephone booth appears and settles in the road. Red Dwarf steps out*
Red: Good eve, all, I thought I’d pop in before tea to bid Mighty adieu.
*A small blond races from behind Red and joins forces with the Prankster Duo, where upon a discussion of how Yoda took down Darth in this year’s Star Wars March Madness*
Red: Did I hear something about an entrance exam? I thought we’d straightened that out months ago. Besides, I don’t see any dead bodies lying around. Everyone’s here–Snarky, Wicked, Smokey, Quirky, Eerie, Dreamer, Mighty, myself…doesn’t that put us one over?
Eerie *capturing a wondering single hand and wrestling it back in line* Even though you’re over the Pond and Mighty will soon be in the Land of Winds and You-betchas, we’ve decided to allow one more individual into the group.
Quirky: We did? When?
Wicked: It was during the brawl over at the Kilted Ferret pub when we had to hold off that damn Molly and her two henchboys from Eerie’s Three Misfiteers.
Quirky: *flying fingers and rope pause before continuing their dizzy dance* Oh yeah. So, who is the new person?
Mighty: *tossing another package on top of the lopsided jackass* I’d introduce you all, but she’s been here the whole time, so I ‘ll let her do the honors.
*All seven dwarves start checking out their surroundings*
Eerie: Short? Tall? Gnome? Troll? What exactly are we looking for here? And a name would be good.
*Mighty smiles and continues to finish her packing*
*From behind him a shadow separates and forms into a petite, lithe form* Names are not to be given lightly, small man.
Eerie: *huffs up to his full three foot one inch height* Who you calling small?
Wicked: *arms folded so knives are in easy reach* Nice move there, I need to introduce you to Raine.
Snarky: *lets her whip snap, crackle and pop* And you would be…
*Shadow girl drops a very elegant bow* I am called Ninja Dwarf.
Quirky: *looking intrigues* Wow! Totally cool, we get our very own ninja!