Follow the..dirt road

[chibizmut]

Prinny senses, tingling.

Zmut froze, having the strangest feeling that he had been seen. Slowly, he twisted around to have a look at the hallway. He prayed that the ninjas hadn't found him. That his godly stealth techniques would get him to the bathroom and back unnoticed. But unfortunatly those didn't seem to be enough.

Zmut laid eyes on the one who saw him, a man standing in the middle of the doorway. This wasn't just anyman, oh no. No mere mortal could see through his techniques. He was so...evil looking. That twisted face, those glaring eyes, that fifty feet long club he was trying to hide behind himself. He must be...an overlord!?!

Now, for the readers at home, one must be wondering how Zmut was seeing all of this and coming to these conclusions. Simply put, he was still half asleep. HIs imagination had taken over at this point and he was seeing things beyond the impossible. This hallway? The cordor to a grand fortress, gothic in design and bland in color scheme. This man? The ruler of the castle. That girl in the back? His biotch. And the doors were talking to him.

"Run away...run away and never return." Zmut was not one to ignore good advice.

Sweating profundly, he slowly skittle through the hall. His eyes never left the man. Now on the other side of the hall, furthur down and past the man he continued to stare in fear. Before quickly turning around and bolting down the hallway "OH GOD THEY SAW ME!!!!!"

(Sorry, I had to rush this one)

[Randy]

"Wha...I mean... Huh?!" The entire time, the prinny had been staring at him VERY awkwardly. Not only that, but the Prinny seemed to be quite an unusual color. Was he seeing things? Looking behind him, he hoped that Miria had noticed the black creature as well, before he took a step out the doorway.

"I'm probably going to regret this... but.. I'm going to chase after that Prinny. I think you should stay here.. This might lead to just another weird adventure." Making sure his sword was still at his side, he remembered how wicked some of the Prinnies could be, throwing themselves at their enemies in order to self destruct on them.

"But.. That prinny sure seemed to be in a rush to hide from someone.. or someTHING. Oh, in case you don't know, Prinnies are creatures who, in their past life, commited a sin, and are now repenting by working in the Netherworld in order to be reborn. Anyways, I'm off now. Do as you please, but I should be back soon."

With that, he left the confines of the room and rushed down the hall as fast as he could to catch up to the Prinny. "Hey, wait up, Prinny guy! I'm a hero of justice! I'll help you out!!"

[Kate]]

As Mudell left, Miria was left alone, not that she minded, she was planning on going to sleep anyway, and other people in the room would only be a bother. She lied down on the bed, ready to get some shuteye, when Mudell's words began to sank in. Prinnies... people who had committed sins in their previous life? Her public job was to forgive sinners (her behind the scenes job being putting people who had sinned too heavily to rest) but she never really thought about what would happen to them after death... well she had a little bit, but a few days in the Netherworld had drastically changed her picture of the afterlife.

What interested her more was, if a prinny was working, waiting to be reborn... what happens if it dies again? Does it come back to life, or does it pass on to another 'hell'? The possibilities of killing something that was, as far as humans back on Earth were concerned, already dead were near infinite, and that thought made it impossible to sleep. She quickly got up and out of bed, deciding to head after Mudell and the prinny, she hadn't gotten a clear look at it, but from what she could see, they weren't really tall, nor very powerful looking, so she left her robes with her weapons in the room, thinking that if it actually came down to a battle, which it probably would, considering the experiments she had in mind, she could take it in hand to hand combat. With a grin, she left the room, dashing down the hallway in the direction Mudell had taken.

[chibizmut]

"OH GOD!!!!!!!" Disregarding himself, of course.

Zmut was, for all intents and purposes, halling ass. Shoving people out of his way (More like ramming through them), dodging obsticulas (More like jumping dramatically over them), or even jumping from wall to wall to avoid...something he seemed to be seeing (More like jumping from wall to wall to avoid...something he was see'n). The russian spies had found him, damnit, but they'd have to catch him first! Along with the Ninjas, they'd never be able to feed him to their zombie president cyborg republicans! NO sir! Reaching the stairs, he lept off of them and landed right in front of the sign in desk (more like crashed). Regaining his "barrings", he made a dash for the door.

In Zmut's eyes, the world had shifted from that of a hallway, then the stairs, and then the inn sign in, to that of an overly complicated and hazzourdous obstical course. With Russian spy assasin spartans giving chase. Lava pits, spiked poles, tire swings, turrets shooting poisoned fruit bread, swinging scythes, and a clown. On a tri-cycle. With a funny bow tie. Those sick bastards brought it in a clown.

Zmut did what any other would do when fighting a clown. He ran faster. Running past the confused ronin that just walked into the building, he quickly grabbed the door handle and tried to pull the door open. It didn't work. He tried again. Didn't work. He began yanking the door repeated, shifting to beating the door with his flippers, then finally resting his tired self in front of it It was then that the door moved, sliding forward and causing Zmut to fall on his back. In his frantic state Zmut had completely over looked the instructions that said "Push the door open, you retard." Not that he could, mind you, as it was not his weight that opened the door but rather some opening it up on the other side. A golem, to be percise. One that stepped on him. And completely bypassed the poor prinny god as he(she?) made his(her?) way to the desk. Dizzy, flattened, and tired; Zmut wondered if he could still escape.....

(lolz)

[Randy]

Mudell then just walked up behind the Prinny, picking him up by the back of the neck, turning him around, and smacking him across the face. "What in the world are you doing, man? You've obviously had too much to drink! Let's go back to the room. Sorry folks, he's just drunk! Ignore him!" With that, he dragged the Prinny behind him. Once he turned around, however, he noticed that Miria had been behind them all along. Motioning to her, he decided they should just go back to their room.

Once back, he plopped the Prinny down onto the chair he had been sitting on earlier and sat down in front of him, tilting his head to the side. And then, he went to slap the Prinny once more across the face. "Are you alright yet? You seem to be in such a daze, I had no other choice but to drag you like back to our room! Ah, Miria! Lock the door!"

Of course, now the fun started. Would the rambunctious Prinny go wild once more? Would he calm down? Or will Mudell finally learn the meaning of life? Find out next time on DRAGON BALL Z! *Cue Power Rangers Music*

[Kate]]

This Prinny thing had truly made quite a mess, considering how far it had gotten before Mudell had caught it, it was truly fast for its size. But, now that it had been brought back to the safety of their room, and Miria had locked to door, its talent for running would be of no use anymore, she had this sinner caught, she could do whatever she wanted with it, and the possibilities for resistance were pretty minimal, she reckoned. Still, there was something off with all of this, for a sinner repenting for its sins, a Prinny really was...

“No matter how you look at it, it's just a stuffed animal, isn't it?” Miria asked, annoyed that their short chase had given such a disappointing result. The effect of death on stuffed animals had since long been proven, possessed or not. She sat down next to Mudell, given the Prinny an analyzing stare, and the poked the Prinny in the stomach. Seems it's even been stuffed, rather than given actual organs. Miria got up and complained loudly. “Geez, this Netherworld sucks! I can't even decide if that thing is ugly or cute... no it's definitively ugly, but that's not the point!” She stomped over to the bed and plopped down on it. “Well, why are you here? It best be important, I could have been sleeping now, had I not been tricked by false promises.” She glared at the Prinny and Mudell, not that Mudell had ever tricked her with false promises, but she didn't really care.

[chibizmut]

Slap.

Slap.

Zmut, who was out of it, was now more or less more out of it. Go figure. Whoever was slapping him didn't know their own strength. Wait, slapping? Pain? Yes, this was a good thing. Pain was a sign of being alive. Being alive was always a good thing. Yes, yes it was. You know what else was good? The voices in your head. They always let you know what was good or bad, oh yes. Now go get some waffles, fluff boy. Feed your inner hunge-

Currently sitting on a chair in a strange, yet also dull, room Zmut just sorta stared blindly forward and drooled. Being stepped on by a three hundred plus golem had rattled him, and being slapped afterwards didn't help. So he failed to realize there was a man sitting in front of him, nor did he notice the woman walk into the room and lock the door behind her. But everything would be all good soon. Yep. He was a demon you see and demons were very resilent....or so he thinks. Never paid much attention to things like that. And then he was poked.

Did that bitoch just poke him?

She just poked him.

Snapping from his daze, Zmut instinctively glared at the woman who walked away from him. It was something programmed into all prinny's, through years of abuse and tormenting, through the generations of reincarnations! No. One. Poked. The. Stomach. The insults of insults, the cause of Prinny rebellions and coups! The very thing you could not do to the adorable, explodable penguins! Poking them..IN THE STOMACH!

Zmut started to twitch, eyes still on the perputrator. He was showing signs of a prinny preping for explostion. Did she say he sucked? No, but Zmut's mind was twisting it in a way that he could use it to fuel his explosion. As if the arrogant tone in her voice wasn't enough! He'd show her who the god of prinnies was!

(Lolz. At first when I wrote this I was like "No way this could possibly happen" and then I thought that this was prinny, of all things. They go over the top all the time. And Zmut's the king of them all.)

[Randy]

"There, there, don't take her too seriously now. She's just tired." Patting the Prinny on the head, he tried to pet it as if it were a dog. Or a cat. Or something that should be cute. Either way, it wa something one definitely shouldn't do to a Prinny. But the last thing Mudell wanted was an exploding Prinny in the room. Never mind the hard that could bring to any of them, much less the Prinny. Think of the damages he'd have to pay for!

Still, I guess a Prism Ranger would know how to calm a Prinny down.. Right? It's not as if they weren't human once. Or maybe there were some Prinnies who were evil animals? No, that's not possible. Er, wait, back to the situation at hand.

Instead, now he wondered what the Prinny was thinking. Or what his name was. They didn't know anything yet! And a whole five minutes has passed already. Was it five minutes? Mudell actually was pretty bad with time.

"Aha! I know! Tell you what, Prinny! You at least tell us your name, and I'll offer you a bowl of rice! I know anyone would do anything for a bowl of rice.."

[Kate]]

Miria raised an eyebrow as the Prinny... glared at her? She couldn't tell, those eyes were pretty confusing. Still, he seemed to be up to something, had she perhaps offended it in some way? She had serious doubts that whatever it was plotting would bring about any trouble, so she didn't really care to remember if she had, she just leaned back on the bed. “Can't be helped, no matter how useless that thing is, I guess it's better than having us running off to a battle in the middle of the night...” She yawned loudly. Mudell seemed to be trying to calm the Prinny down, maybe an angered Prinny could be bad after all, or maybe he was just chasing after his hero ideal...

Well whatever... I guess it is none of my concern, someone so far down the hierarchical ladder as a repenting sinner wouldn't know of a way to travel to other worlds anyway... right?

“How do you need to intend to get a bowl of rice anyway? You couldn't afford any more that a single room, right? And we have to think about tomorrow's shopping... You are the guy after all. The guy pays, right?” she looked at Mudell questioningly. Aside from date manners, which probably didn't apply to the two, Miria didn't actually have any money, so she was completely relying on Mudell's economy, and from what she can tell, it wasn't that great.

[chibizmut]

Zmut, for all of his complaining and all his self-appointed god hood, was a simple prinny. A powerful prinny. A powerful prinny that killed and ate Dragons. A powerful prinny that made demon lords run home to their Overlords. A powerful prinny at the demon ranking....of D! None the less, he was still a prinny. Quick to calm at the promise of something good. For there were few things good in a (netherworld) prinny's life. Smart ones took advantage of this. Others exploded.

Zmut immediately stopped his fussing/plans for sudden combustion. He switched views from the woman to the man, disregarding the pats and staring at him with the hopes of a free meal. " A free meal." Zmut repeated in his mind. Rice? Okay. He didn't care, it was edible food (He hoped) and was going to eat until stuffing fell out of him! Oh yes, this would be a feast for prinnies! He would-wait what'd she say?

The woman had uttered the exact thing Zmut didn't want to hear. The man was broke. "Or so I think" He thought, considering the possiblity that the man had a stash of Hel somewhere. Or even lied to the Biotch on bed. That's what he would have done. Seems everything that woman does or says insults and/or crushes his hopes. Truly, she must have been a demon among demons! And that was something Zmut just had to applaud her for. Mentally, of course. He'd never praise her out loud.

Standing up on his chair, he struck a pose. "I am Zmut, GOD OF PRINNIES!" He then proceeded to strike several more poses. MANLY poses.