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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Alright, easy does it!" said Talon, directing Thug, Al and a few other denizens of the Labyrinth as they dragged the stone statue into the holding cell. "OK, can you heft him up a bit, Thug?" Thug could easily do so, his mutation given him super strength. "Great! OK, everybody out. I want this fellow secured before sunset." The door to the cell was shut and locked. "I want a constant guard on him. I have a feeling either Thailog or Sevarius might come to claim, so be on the look-out, everyone. I'll handle it from here." The others dispersed. Maggie approached. "Maggie, you're not needed in this." he told her.
"What will you do when he wakes up?" she asked.
"I'm going to ask him a few questions." said Talon. There was a sound of stone cracking and crumbling as Claudius awoke with a sizzling hiss rather than a roar. He looked about in confusion. He hissed as his eyes glowed white and struck at Talon, only to be thwarted by an invisible wall. Claudius hissed louder in anger. "You might as well settle down." said Talon. "You aren't getting out of there tonight. Now, who sent you? Who are you working for?"
"Let! Me! Go!" Claudius demanded.
"Oh, I don't think so." said Talon, shaking his head. "I think you're gonna answer my questions. Now, who do you work for?"
"I'll bite you!" Claudius threatened. "I'll poisssson you!"
"You're in no position to make threats!" Talon reminded him. "I'll ask you again. Who do you work for?"
"Masssster would kill me if a talked!"
"And I might kill you if you don't!" Talon held up his hands, making them spark with electricity. Claudius' defiant stance suddenly became fearful as he coiled up and covered his face with his hands as he trembled.
"Derrick, stop it!" said Maggie, grabbing his arm. "Can't you see he's afraid?"
"If you'd been there, Maggie," said Talon. "If you'd seen how afraid Delilah was. If you had seen Malibu on Death's door, you'd see that he deserves to be afraid."
"Hurting him won't solve anything!" Maggie argued.
"What do you want me to do, Maggie?" asked Talon. "Give him cookies and milk?" He sighed. "I'll question him later. I need to talk to Claw about his new romance. If this female turns out to be a honey trap as I suspect, things are going to get ugly." Talon walked away as Maggie watched the giant serpentine creature coiled in a corner of his cell, quaking in fear.
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At sunset, the gargoyles at the Aerie Tower awoke from their stone sleep. In the infirmary, Noah woke to see Elisa sponging down Pelagia's face and offered to relieve her. On the Southern veranda, Malibu and Delilah embraced just before gliding back to the Labyrinth. Octavia stretched and growled her confusion. She was comforted when Fu Dog approached her and licked her face. Lexington gave her a scratch behind the ears and got to work opening the circuit on her collar. Michelle reached up to help Griff remove the Band-Aids on his face. "That's alright." he said, pulling back. "I-I'd rather do this myself."
"You didn't mind when I was putting the bandages on you." she said with a smile.
"Yes, well, these sticking plasters are better if I take them off. Myself." He walked away. "Be back in a mo."
"Griff?" said Michelle. "I want to go back to the park tonight. I want to find Regan and let her know we're not the enemy."
"Very well." Griff said with a nod. "I'll be sure to bring my lightning gun this time, though. Just in case." Griff entered the nearest bathroom and closed the door. He looked at his bandaged face in the mirror and reached up to grab the corner of one Band-Aid. He squeezed his eyes shut, grit his beak and pulled. "Ah! Bugger!" he cried out, moving a hand to his stinging cheek. The flesh was healed as cleanly as if it had never been scratched. Unfortunately, the Band-Aid had ripped out a few golden, downy feathers, revealing the pale green skin underneath. He forced himself to rip off the rest of the Band-Aids and throw them away. He frowned at his reflection. While the worst of the wound had healed during the day, there were a couple drops of blood where the down on his face had been torn off. He opened the medicine chest and found a styptic pen. (Xanatos liked to keep his beard trimmed.) That fixed the bleeding. But, now he looked so uneven. He knew he shouldn't care but....Griff picked up a nearby bottle and read it.
Fluffy Fox Hair Thickener. For fuller, thicker, shinier hair! The model posing on the bottle looked like Fox, teasing her long red hair with her hands. Griff read the instructions on the back. Spread product on comb and run through clean hair. Style. Blow dry for best results. Discontinue use if rash develops. Do not ingest. Flush with water if product gets in eyes. Keep out of reach of children. Griff found a comb and a blow dryer in a drawer and got to work.
Una was on her way to the library when she heard the sound of Griff singing an old Andrew's Sisters tune over the roar of a blow dryer. "He said, 'Are you truly, truly, truly, truly mine?' With a kiss, she sighed, 'Forever.' You can hardly blame them -- you would do the same in tulip time!" She tapped on the door. The blow dryer was turned off and Griff opened the door. "All yours, Una." he said, stepping out.
"Oh, I just wanted to know what's got you in such a good mood." said Una.
Griff smiled. "Una. I think I've fallen in love. Her name's Michelle. I-I thought you ought to know."
Una nodded. "Then I am free of guilt."
"Una," sighed Griff. "There was never any guilt on your part. You thought I was dead. If I was, I wouldn't have wanted you to mourn forever anyway." He took her hands. "We had some good times, Una. Now, we just have to have good times with others."
Una hugged Griff. "She'd better make you happy. That's all I have to say." She saw the styling products on the lavatory. "You never primped yourself up so much for me."
"Men do not 'primp'." said Griff. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Michelle and I have a damsel to rescue."
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In the music room, Ayala played a few bars of "The Entertainer" on the grand piano. Shinju responded by playing the next few bars. The two female gargoyles played the piece as a duet as Yuri looked on. Staghart entered with the Twins. "I was wondering which of you was playing." said Staghart. "Looks like it was both."
"Shinju and I found a common language." said Ayala, giving the piano a fond pat.
"So, Stags," said Castor. "These your Asian Baby Mamas?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say it like that." said Staghart, while Yuri giggled behind her hands.
"How's this supposed to work?" asked Pollux. "Do you put it in a turkey baster or what?"
"Oh, Pollux!" gasped Ayala. "You shouldn't ask that!" She was trying hard not to laugh, though.
"It's not a turkey baster!" Staghart sighed. "Dr. Kimura explained the process and showed us the tools that would be used. The syringe actually looks like one of those things you use to clean out a baby's nose with."
"That's not much better, mate." said Castor.
"Use it to make a baby." said Pollux with a shrug. "Or use it to suck out a baby's bogies. Whichever."
Ayala shook her head and played a few bars of "Braham's Lullaby". Shinju seamlessly joined in, playing the next few bars. Yama quietly entered.
"Hello, Yama." said Staghart. "Turns out your sister and my mother speak a common language after all."
"I always thought Shinju should concentrate on English lessons rather than piano." said Yama. "She already knew how to play the flute."
"I speaking English." said Shinju. She smiled wickedly and opened the Hello Kitty purse she had strapped to her hip. She took out a small photo and showed it to Ayala, who giggled.
"Oh, that's just precious!" she said. Staghart leaned forward for a look and giggled at the black and white image of a gargoyle toddler.
"Yama?" he asked. "Is that adorable little fellow you?"
Yama turned beet red when he saw the photo. "Shinju-baka!" he groaned. "Naze anata wa sore o motte kita no?"
"Oh, don't be angry!" laughed Castor, looking at the photo. "You were a cute little nipper, you were."
"Got a toy sword and everything." added Pollux.
"That was not a toy." said Yama. "It was a bokkun. A training sword."
Yuri chuckled. "It was nearly as big as he was."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed." said Yama. "I am an adult now."
"That's right." said Yuri with a smile. "An adult who cries at the end of Grave of the Fireflies." Yama blushed hotly again as the Twins giggled.
"Don't feel bad, Yama." said Staghart. "I cried over Grave of the Fireflies too."
"He also cried at the end of Seven Samurai." mentioned Yuri.
"Damare!" snapped Yama.
"Shinju-Chan." Yuri spoke slowly and clearly. "Get your shakuhachi. You can play the theme from Hotaru no Haka for us."
"Hai!" Shinju stood and crossed the room to get the bamboo flute laying on the table.
"You, know," said Yuri. "Yama-Chan also plays Pokemon."
"I don't play it!" Yama protested. "I just referee for the hatchlings."
"Keep telling yourself that, Nii-Chan." said Yuri as Shinju took her seat on the piano stool and began to play the ending theme from Grave of the Fireflies.
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Thailog landed near a wooded area of Central Park. He looked at the screen of the mobile tracker. Octavia should be right above him. That couldn't be right. He looked up and saw nothing but a bird, probably an owl, perched among the tree limbs. As he tried adjusting the knobs, a wet coughing sound came from above. A blob of half digested matter landed wetly on Thailog's shoulder. He winced in disgust as he gingerly swept the pellet off himself. He looked up to see that the owl was already gone. Thailog shook his head and concentrated again on the tracker. Now Octavia should be directly at his feet. Impossible! He tapped the device, wondering what was wrong with it. Regan was close by. Hiding under the bleachers by the baseball diamond if the co-ordinants were correct.
Regan had no idea what to do when she awoke at sunrise. Where would she go? What would she do? She tried searching for Octavia, only to frighten a jogger who had stopped to carbo load. The jogger had left a ham sandwich, carrot sticks and a squirt bottle of Gaytorade on the bench as he ran in terror from Regan. Regan took the food back to the bleachers she had roosted under, feeling very hungry. She was halfway through the sandwich and contemplating saving the carrots for later when she heard Thailog's voice.
"Aren't you going to invite me in for dinner?" he asked.
"How about a drink?" she said, squirting him in the face with Gaytorade. As Thailog sputtered blindly, Regan slipped between the bleachers, spread her wings and jumped. Thailog was not so subtle, tearing through the metal seats with an enraged roar.
Thailog pursued his runaway minion, laughing maniacally. "You won't get away from me so easily, Regan!" he taunted. He produced the device that would activate her shock collar. Before he could press the button, a blast of lightning caught him in the side. He fell from the sky as a painful current tore through his body. Regan started in fear as she heard the buzz of electricity ripping the air. Regan turned her head when she heard Thailog cry out in pain. Was she rid of him?
"Hey, eyes on the sky." said a female's voice as another gargoyle glided near her.
"You!" Regan's eyes glowed as she saw the gargoyle who attacked her last night.
"Know what?" said the other female. "We got off to a bad start. Let's try again." She offered her hand. "My name's Michelle. Wanna be friends?"
"Is this a trick?" asked Regan.
"No tricks, Regan." said Michelle. "Remember what you said yesterday about Thailog and his 'bitch', as you called him? They're our enemies too. I apologize for any misunderstanding."
Regan decided she had nothing to lose. "Let's land." she suggested.
Griff approached the fallen Thailog, his lightning gun ready. Thailog groaned as he came to. Griff smiled, trained the gun on Thailog and said something he heard in a movie recently. "Go ahead. Make my day."
"Please...grant me mercy!" Thailog begged while pretending to gasp in pain and grab at his side. He was actually reaching for a grenade hidden in a belt pouch. "I beg of you!"
"I know what you've done, Thailog." said Griff. "And you're in no place to beg for mercy!"
Michelle noticed Thailog reaching into his pouch. "Griff, look out!" she shouted, tackling the gargoyle more than twice her size. With a fierce roar, he picked her up and threw her at Griff. As the two crashed to the ground, Thailog whipped out the grenade. Griff immediately tucked and rolled, covering Michelle's body with his. Sudden;y, another gargoyle landed near them, picked up the grenade and threw it so that it exploded in the air. Griff looked up at the dog faced female that just saved him. "I say, that was rather nervy of you."
"Ready to go?" she asked. "Or are you comfortable in that position?"
Griff flushed when he realized the way he was straddled over Michelle could look very suggestive. He immediately got up and offered a hand to Michelle.
"I-I'm sorry." said Michelle. "He got away and it's all my fault."
Griff put an arm around the female's shoulders. "Chin up, Michelle, old girl." he said. "We're all alive. That's what matters. But, in the future, try not to body slam anyone who can pull your arms off like daisy petals." She smiled at him. "There's a good girl."
"So," said Regan. "We going to this Aerie Tower Michelle told me about, or are you two going to make goo-goo eyes all night?"
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Claw's fur was remarkably well groomed and he was carrying a bouquet of daisies and buttercups he probably gathered himself. Talon took a whiff as he got closer. "Claw? Where did you get cologne?" Claw finger spelled A-L. "Yeah, he scrounge up just about anything. Well, let's meet this lady of yours." Claw gave an uneasy frown but led Talon through the tunnel. "Look, Claw, I know you don't like me coming along on your, uh, date. But, listen, I really do know how you feel. I love Maggie more than anything. And when I met her, I wanted my family to know her. You think of me and Maggie as family, right?" Claw slowly nodded. "Right. We care about you, Claw. If you've found someone you want to make an important part of your life, we want to know about her."
Claw tapped Talon's shoulder and pointed excitedly. Talon saw a gargoyle crouched on a nearby cement outcropping. She had a strong appearance of a tigress. She was dressed in an outfit that looked like a fantasy version of a harem girl. She also looked a bit sad. Claw ran up to her, hugged her and offered her the flowers, which she hesitantly took.
"Good evening." said Talon. "I am called Talon. You are Tamora, I presume?" Before she could say anything, their was an ear splitting roar as a giant, winged rodent turned a corner and attacked Talon. It was thrown back by Talon's lightning attack. It jumped back on it's feet and swatted at Talon with a massive claw.
Claw ran to help Talon, but his arm was grabbed by Tamora. "Claw, let's get out of here!" she urged. Claw shook his head and pointed at Talon fighting with the rat creature. "We can't do anything! Let's go! You, me, we can be together!" Claw felt his heart break as he realized Tamora was not telling the truth. They couldn't be together. Not if she was willing to leave Talon to be destroyed. He pushed away from her and clambered up a wall. He jumped, spread his wings and glided just over the rat creature's head. He dropped down and covered the monster's eyes with his hands, disorienting it. He let a shock of energy flow from his hands. This close to the creature's brain, it gave a piercing shriek and spasmed before it fell to the ground, never to move again.
"Stupid, stupid rat creature!" Talon muttered. He noticed it had a collar and tag. Talon looked at the tag on the monster's collar. "Caliban. Another Shakespeare name. Hey, Claw, thanks for saving my bacon....Claw?" Claw was standing there, slumped and defeated with tears in his eyes, not at all like someone who had just taken down a dangerous fang monster.
"Claw," said Tamora, coming closer. "Listen I...." He pushed her away and ran off, silently crying.
Talon glared at Tamora. His own scratches were nothing compared to seeing Claw run off crying. "Well, I hope you're happy, bitch!" he yelled, eyes blazing.
"I'm not." she said softly, looking at the flowers in her hand. "I'm not happy at all."
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Naze anata wa sore o motte kita no? = Why did you bring that? (According to Google Translate)
Damare! = Shut up! (According to Azumanga Daioh)
Bad news! The account for GargWiki no longer exists! That was the site I used for my Gargoyles research. The Wayback Machine saved most of the articles but none of the pictures! It's so sad!
"Tulip Time" lyrics property of Jack Lawrence and Maria Mendez Grever
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