Eliza In The Flesh!: eye of the storm. IV

Eliza was a very big fan of gowns and dresses, splendid balls with many of the wealthy waltzing back in worth to the same melody. Civil chatter would penetrate the silence, and piles of delicacies of all sorts filled their tables until they spilled over the edge. As much as she enjoyed Avangard’s exposure to new fashion choices, she loved her puffy sleeves, dazzling jewelry, graceful corsets, and long, elegant gowns.

 

But what she didn’t love was an angry, box monster chewing up her newly made dress.

 

She had finished changing, and decided to open the drawer where her “present” to Darling was. The present decided to retaliate by jumping at her face, teeth and all. She screamed and jumped back. “VECTOR!” She hollered accusatively. She reached her hand around for the handle of her door, but the box monster had other plans. It latched itself onto her dress, sinking its teeth into the fabric, shaking its head like a savage beast.

 

She raised a leg, bringing her heel down onto it. “DIE, DIE, DIE!” she screeched. In response, it bit her leg. Despite the searing pain, she continued to kick at it, hoping it would let go. After an episodic duel between her leg and the beast, it let go, and she kicked it back. The box went limp, but for extra measure, she began to beat it with the nearest thing she could find, which just so happened to be a metal pole from a scrap pile.

 

By the time Vector had made it to her room for a second time today, she was no longer beating the box, and instead shoved it into his arms. “QUICK, HELP ME HIDE THE BODY!” She exclaimed. “LOOK, YOU JUST TOUCHED IT, SO NOW YOU’RE AN ACCOMPLICE.” So while he was probably disposing of it, she was going to fix herself up again.