✪ Clean! Mops and Brooms on Strike! ✪ [Accidental Video]

[loyal_cube]

[A clattering sound starts this lovely video off to a good start. You can see Cube running away from the crooked view, down a narrow hallway]

Ah! Wait!

[Now, you can witness an angry broom, followed by a mop, trail after him]

Stop! That isn't--

[Hear that? It's the beautiful thumping sound of a body hitting a wall and then a floor, only to be proceeded by more thudding]

Oof! ah! Stop! I'm not trash!

[And he is tumbling across the screen now where the communicator gets knocked into a different direction and remains still as viewers can hear him being brushed off, quite literally.]

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[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

What the fuck?! Are you al---

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

.......

[Were those the same enchanted items that were cleaning his dishes for him earlier? He kind of left them alone.

Then again, the 'Lights is CLEAN by Discedo standards.]

Can't you just break it or something?

[loyal_cube]

No, then they'll be even more angry at me!

[Oops, they found him. He starts to run just as the feed clicks off]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but they won't be able to do shit about it!

................... Cube?

[Someone doesn't wanna go over there just to kick a broom's ass.]

[loyal_cube]

[Hey, guess what, Shinji? MORE BROOMS!!!

Cube can't come to the phone communicator right now. lease leave a message and he'll be back with you shortly.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

......

[Sigh. Heavy sigh.]

Seriously? God damn it.

[Slowly reaching for his axe here.]

[loyal_cube]

Shinjiro-san? Can you hear me?

[Hmm... brooms seem to have gone bye bye]

Do you have any tape?

[arcanacabana.livejournal.com]

... [Oops.]

[loyal_cube]

[Not sure if he can respond to that but he would if he could. Instead he is running about, talking to himself, not aware of the device]

Why is this happening?! I don't even have my chip out!

[arcanacabana.livejournal.com]

But I recently removed mine.

[He's silent for a second, then:] Maybe I can just... [That. might have just made things worse.]

[loyal_cube]

T-this is your magic?! Are you-

[Yea, that definitely made things worse. He's tumbling again, not able to escape the brooms and mops]

[arcanacabana.livejournal.com]

...

Damn.

...wrong icon

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[DID SOMEONE CALL FOR A RAGING NOT!DAUGHTER

I THINK SOMEONE CALLED FOR A RAGING NOT!DAUGHTER

Flandre appears, hissing like a kettle and bristling and eyes burning little red aftertrails in the air despite it not being very dark.]

[loyal_cube]

FLANDRE-CHAN! RUN AWAY!

They'll sweep you too!

[Bring kicked over and over again by brooms and mops is NOT nice, specially when you're already weak]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Flandre's teeth snap right through one broom handle, clash back together--and then one of its fellows takes offense to this and clubs her over the head. The vampire lashes out at this one, knocking it into a few others but oh god they're everywhere.

She shoves and growls and bites her way to Cube's side anyway.]

[loyal_cube]

[When he comes to a halt, brooms leaving him for Flandre, he looks up and terrified. He is torn between being thankful and being worried.]

Look out- Ah! There is one behind-

Oh...

[He looks at the mess of broken brooms and wood that has now occupying the floor]

uh...

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Flandre finally puts herself between Cube and the remaining cleaning implements, wings all bristled out like knives.

The brooms and mops (and was that a rake?) don't seem terribly intimidated.

In fact, the splintered remains on the ground start to glow--and grow.

...bother.]

[loyal_cube]

W-whaaat?! What sort of spell is this?!

[This is insane. Cube doesn't even have time to flail. He grabs Flandre and starts making a run for it, despite she could probably just vaporize them. Instincts say RUN!!!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Flandre was about to snarl and pounce forwards again--but that snarl ended up more like a startled squawk as Cube drags her off. Though she is absurdly strong, she...still has the mass of a very small girl and physics is not on her side. The vampire flails rather uselessly for a moment--and then grabs onto Cube's arm as her wings arch out and flare downwards, hauling the demon into the air by said arm. THIS IS BETTER.]

[loyal_cube]

[Suddenly Cube's feet are barely scraping the floor. What is this? He isn't used to be carried!! He looks back at the wave of brooms and mops and... rakes behind them.]

Flandre-chan! We have to get out! Lets get outside through a window!!

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[And back to a hissing, angry thing--that was now carrying Cube around. No, Flandre, the brooms do not have eyes and cannot see your display, you silly child.

But she does hear his voice--and darts for the nearest window. Her claws scrabble on the windowsill a moment before she pries it open in a way it might not have been meant to go to get out and away.]