How it all Started

Really, there was a good explanation.

No, honestly.

It was all Virgil's fault.

Seriously.

Best to back up and explain.

A long time ago, humanity decided to screw with something it shouldn't have screwed with. As a result, they were kicked off of Planet Earth and now 4000 years later, humankind was still desperately looking for their mother planet, with only several reminders of it now scattered amongst the stars…

Like Mary's accent but that's a totally different topic…no, we are talking about the infamous plant of Christmas, a cute little spring of green with white berries.

Mistletoe.

And how the hell Vir…oh, my bad, I mean Blue Cloak got his hands on a spring of it is beyond me.

But anyway. Now that he had been elevated to Testament-hood (whyohwhyohWHY) Virgil found himself in a rare position of power, he could screw with people's heads…and probably with Realians minds too (sick bastard).

Too bad Wilhelm was his boss now. (THAT'S GOOD)

So the weekend before Christmas, Virgil (while snooping around on the Durandal as per the Vector CEO's instructions) happened across a large pile of garlands made out of pine boughs and smelling all so Christmasy…with mistletoe attached.

The location was the Park.

1 AM in the morning.

Environmental bugs buzzing all over the place.

One has to wonder if Wilhelm and the Compass of Order could not foresee the chaos that was about to commence…this man should not be left to his own devices…let alone actually THINK. Dear God, the HORROR.

A bug darted up into his face, causing him to jerk backwards. Then it fluttered towards the mistletoe, coming to rest on a plump, snow-white berry…an evil grin crossed Virgil's face. Extending a blue-cloaked hand, he used his powers to pull the poor little bug towards him, using the other to pluck off a piece of mistletoe.

"Heh heh heh…" The plant attached, he disappeared and reappeared in the hallway, opening his hand and letting the poor traumatized-for-life bug fly away. "This should be interesting."

Interesting was putting it mildly.

(And once again, one must wonder if Wilhelm knew about this. But knowing him, he probably knew.)

(Sexy manipulating beast. Rawr.)