A Strategic Alliance (Monty/Camille/Amy?)

[Monkey Fist]

Monty had not entertained a lady in the castle in years. The thought hadn’t really dawned on him until he’d already made the offer. Camille Leon would be staying with him, in Fiske Manor, kept in her nice little suite, until training was complete. Well. It was certainly better than staying in bloody Go City. For one thing, Monty was an entire ocean away from DNAmy.

Still, preparations had to be made. With the help of his loyal monkey ninjas, the castle was cleaned, linens were pressed, and Fiske Manor… still looked like a bachelor pad. Well… A man’s home was his castle and in Monty’s case, this was especially true. His archeological finds were proudly showcased above the fireplace, and paintings centered on Tai Sheng Pek Kwar and other simian things adorned the walls. Monty had never given it much thought, but they would undoubtedly creep out a visitor. Oh, well. Miss Leon would put up with it. It was a castle, for God’s sake. And for all the luxury that woman was probably used to, they certainly didn’t make homes like this in America. Expansive lawns. A stable out back. No less than twelve bedrooms. Secret passage ways. Hollywood’s little princess would see just what true nobility Monty was and maybe gain a bit of respect for the man who would be her ally.

Still, Monty was… nervous? Nervous. Yes. He couldn’t place exactly why, but he knew the feeling and it sickened him. He was not one for nerves or fear. And he wasn’t going to give into such childish emotions now.

The only thing he had to worry about in particular was his secret dojo room. Showing Miss Leon that expressed a level of trust Monty didn’t usually get to with anyone. His valet and his ninjas were the only ones—other than Monty—allowed in there, after all. But then again, to train in the parlor would have been highly problematic.

Monty sat in his main study, glass of brandy in hand, crystal decanter on the side table. Any minute now, a servant would fetch him or usher Miss Leon into the room to join him. And until then, he would meditate. Setting the glass down, Monty folded his legs, criss-crossed, and rested his wrists on his knees.

Deep breaths. Deep… Cleansing breaths… Inhale… Exhale…

[Camille Leon]

The last time that she had left the states had been several months ago when Kim Possible had last ruined her schemes and gotten her thrown into jail for the third consecutive time. Normally, those hostile emotions would've been the ones that came to mind as she exited her plane that afternoon, but for some reason they weren't. Camille Leon instead felt rather excited. She couldn't recall the last time she had been to England. She did know that England offered endless possibilities for her favorite past time hobby -shopping. And, she couldn't wait to get started.

Before she could even begin to think about shopping, though, Camille had a mission of her own. She was staying with her new ally for the time being, and had yet to arrive at his castle. He had offered her a suite there, and hearing the word 'castle,' Camille knew that she couldn't turn him down. How amazing was a real life castle? She only hoped that it was nearby town so that she could hit the shops just as soon as they were done with their work.

Her two body guards were quick to load her mountain load of suitcases into the limousine Camille had rented. They seemed to be in a rush, and Camille couldn't blame them. Why waste time in such a crowded airport? They had actually tried to get her to stand in line and go through one of those hideous metal detectors. What could be worse than all of that put together? Camille rolled her eyes, sliding her bright blue sunglasses on as she slid into her limo. Airport people were so annoying.

It was a short drive later when Camille's limo pulled into the castle that she'd be calling home. By this point, her hairless cat had migrated from her purse to her lap, looking rather fascinated by the change of scenery. Debutante; she wasn't sure how Monkey Boy felt about cats... but surely he had seen this coming. They were a package deal anymore. But, regardless, Camille was quick to scoop him back into her purse as the limo stopped. She stepped out quickly, her eyes shifting to the large building. An impressed smile formed upon her lips. It was just...

Amazing. There was no other word for it. Her bodyguards began to unload her luggage, but Camille didn't waste any time. Straight to the front door she went, her light blue heels clacking softly with each step. As soon as she was at the front door, she carefully pressed the doorbell. She could hear it echoing in the house, which only caused her to feel all that more excited. Maybe Monkey Boy wasn't so bad after all.

[Monkey Fist]

"BATES!!"

The doorbell rang and Monty hoped his valet would just get the door. No response. Monty opened one eye. His valet didn't come at his call. Damn. He rose and glanced out the window. A limo? She brought her bloody limo?! Oh... spite. Monty could only imagine how strange this could look to newscasters. He was supposedly dead and a long, stretch limo was at his door.

Well. He could always pose as a new buyer.

Lost in his thoughts, Monty almost forgot that the doorbell had rung. He inhaled sharply as he made his way down the staircase. He paused, if only for a moment to double check his reflection. Ninja garb and dressing gown. Ah well. It wasn't the worst of crimes. He practiced smiling for his reflection. Haggard though he was from the flight and the stress of outrunning DNAmy, Monty still looked presentable enough.

He crossed the foyer quickly and opened the door. He smiled at Miss Leon and then he saw her suitcases.

It's not like she's... he thought, and then paused. Scratch that. The woman is moving in.

"I'll give you a little while to unpack and settle in, then we can begin with a tour of the castle."

"Welcome to my... humble abode," Monty said cordially. "Your bags will be taken to the fourth bedroom on the third floor."

With a snap of his fingers, monkey ninjas materialized, ready to carry bags to Miss Leon's suite. The suite itself hadn't been used in years. It had been Monty's mother's. Not that he was particularly sentimental about it; the woman died giving birth to him. It didn't even feel particularly disrespectful; he and his father both had put up female guests there on occasion. It was convienient that it was set up for a woman's needs.

[Camille Leon]

A slight breeze had picked up, blowing a few strands of Camille’s hair into her eyes. She had pulled her hair into a ponytail earlier that morning, but clearly it wasn’t doing it’s job. Camille sighed softly, running her hands down her baby blue tank top, stopping just as she reached the top of her jeans; she didn’t want any wrinkles to form, after all. Everything needed to be prefect when it came to her.

Camille reached out, getting ready to ring the doorbell once more when the door suddenly swung open. There to great her was none other than Monkey Boy himself. Camille scanned him over briefly, making a slight face as she did so. What was he wearing? Didn’t he know realize that ninja’s were so last season. Camille sighed for the second time; she’d have to work on his wardrobe choices later.

At his greeting, Camille slowly stopped criticizing his clothes to herself and directed her attention to what he was saying. ”You never mentioned that you lived in a freaking castle,” She commented. Not that she minded, she could definitely get used to it. Stepping into the building, she noticed a group of monkeys gathering her suitcases. Well, she now knew why the press was referring to him as the ‘monkey man.’ The title seemed to only fit him all the better now.

Debutante was now poking his head out of her purse, looking at the monkeys with rather wide eyes. Camille paid her hairless cat no mind, though. Instead, she turned to Monkey Boy himself, giving a slight nod as he stated where she would be rooming at in the castle. She couldn’t help but to grin; she was staying in a castle. Who would’ve guessed that Monkey Boy actually owned a castle? Not Camille. This definitely beat out any jail cell and her previous apartment in Hollywood.

”Awesome,” Camille commented, in reply to what he had said about her room. She glanced briefly around the area, noticing some of the various paintings and decorations in the room. Once again, she made a slight face –scrunching up her nose as she studied one of the paintings. He had a rather… peculiar taste in decorating. Looking back to Monkey Boy, she raised an eyebrow. ”Whose your decorator? Because, I’d advise firing them. These paintings don’t do your castle much justice.” Camille shrugged meekly as she shifted her purse to her other arm. She could deal with a few bad decorations, she supposed. This was a castle, after all.

[Monkey Fist]

Her shock was well worth it. Monty smiled. What exactly had she expected? A tree, perhaps? They entered the foyer and Monty led her towards the stairs, her heels clicking loudly against the stone floor. Monty’s own feet were bare and silent, but at least he was walking like a man and not a monkey. Straight backed, tall, proud. He was a host showing off his home.

And then came the commentary about the paintings. Monty gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I happen to like them…” Hurt tinged Monty’s voice ever so slightly. I painted the one on the left of the jungle scape. “Each to their own, I suppose. I assure you, your room is decorated in French Baroque style… Simian free.”

Monty silenced for a moment and looked around the hallway awkwardly. Oh, Lord, it was dark. He hadn’t done this hallway up in electricity yet. He reached in his breast pocket, procured a match, struck it and lit a nearby candelabrum off the wall.

“This hallway is a bit of a fixer-upper, I will admit. But the rest of the house…” That was to say, castle. “… is wired. Running water. Electricity. Cable television.”

Awkward conversation, he supposed. He actually preferred the silence. Truthfully, he preferred cutting to the chase. But he wasn’t sure if it would seem… cold. Aloof. He invited her, after all. They turned into the main hall and Monty hit the lights. He blew out the candles and set the candelabrum on a hall table. A few more steps and then they reached the stairs.

“Up two flights, Miss Leon. The monkeys should already have brought the suitcases upstairs. This way, if you please.”

OOC: Okay, so, I actually have to do my homework. So... This might be the only post for me today. I hope not... but I've been neglecting this project all week. BIC:

[Camille Leon]

They started toward the foyer, Camille walking closely to Monkey Boy’s heels. She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, taking a brief look around the room. This man really seemed to like his monkeys… or, at least, that was how it seemed. Camille rolled her eyes slightly, only hoping that the room she’d be staying in was decorated in a different manner.

She barely acknowledged the hurt that seemed to line his voice as he spoke about the paintings. She was still preoccupied with her thoughts on the furnishings of the room she’d be staying it. His next comment got her attention, however. It was almost as if he had read her mind. ”Oh my goodness, French things are adorable!” A new found smile was placed upon her face, clearly happy with this arrangement. Her thoughts on the other house furnishings slowly disappeared as she considered this.

It slowly fell silent as they reached a rather dark hallway. Camille hesitated, unsure if she should continue. She watched him light a match, and slowly shrugged it off as he explained the situation. She supposed that she couldn’t complain; he had invited her here. Once again it fell silent, Camille just gave a soft nod in reply to his explanation. They soon neared the end of the hallway, arriving at some stairs.

Camille frowned slightly at the thought of using stairs rather than an elevator. Yes, she was a spoiled girl and she knew it. But, she didn’t remark on her thoughts. ”Your monkeys come in handy,” she commented, as she slowly started up the stairs. Her heels seemed to echo through the area as she continued up the steps. ”Do they always act so…” She paused, looking for the right words to describe his monkey friends. ”…helpful?” With lack of a better word, she settled for that. She was mainly concerned with keeping a conversation going, however. Camille had never been one to take to silence.

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It's cool. I've been rather busy all day anyways; it's been a long evening. haha. so, sorry if this post isn't all that great.

[Monkey Fist]

OOC: Home early from school AND medicated. I really just need to make a CRACK!RP section and not torture you with these attempts at writing. BIC:

Monty couldn’t help but smile. When it came to his monkey ninjas, he felt a sort of pride that most resembled that of a parent. Of course they were “handy”; he’d raised them to be so and anything less was a poor reflection. But… it was amusing that Miss Leon’s commentary came so early. She hadn’t, after all, seen the full extent of his ninjas’ abilities.

“I hand-raised most of them, Miss Leon. Otherwise, I rescued them from cruel institutions. Labs, circuses, and the like. They’re very loyal to me and I to them and I assure you that they’ll do whatever I ask of them. Carrying your bags is, I assure you, a simple enough task for any one of them.”

There was a remarkable amount of affection in Monty’s voice. It was a tone not frequently heard from him. For the most part, he was stoic and unaffectionate, seldom praising—and certainly never complimenting without reason. But his monkeys were his soft spot, the closest thing Monty had to a family—now, or really, ever. It was almost laughable, given his despicable and strained relationship with his father, that Monty felt any stirrings of paternalism towards anything, least of all fifteen monkeys. Wherever the instinct to care for them had come from, Monty was glad that he wasn’t totally devoid of positive emotion. It was hard enough to remain human when surrounded by primates and harder still when one found themselves so frequently imprisoned by some means or another.

He half glanced behind him at Miss Leon, a bit of a placid smile still on his face, when he caught sight of a peculiar face peering out of her bag. The smile shrunk into a perplexed frown and Monty looked at his guest.

“I see I’m not the only animal lover in Fiske Manor,” he observed, his voice lilting ever so slightly. “What’s your cat’s name?”

[Camille Leon]

Hearing the way he spoke of his monkeys made Camille give a rather amused smile. He seemed to be quite proud of them. Which, Camille found surprising and weird at the same time. In their short time together, she'd never seen -or rather, heard- him quite so... affectionate. But, all the same, she was surprised that someone could feel quite the way he did for a group of monkeys. Everyone had their own interests, however...

"So... I take it that your whole life is like... monkey related?" For anyone else, they probably wouldn't have asked that question. They'd probably feel like it was an invasion of privacy. But, Camille asked it the same way that she'd ask someone 'how are you' or some other casual piece of conversation. "Not that it's a bad thing or anything." She gave a small shrug, letting her gaze shift away from Monkey Boy and to her purse. Her cat had once again poked his head out of her bag. He seemed rather amused by the situation.

And then suddenly, Monkey Boy spoke again. Camille quickly looked up, catching the look on his face. She must've forgotten to mention Debutante when they'd last spoken. She wasn't sure if he was alarmed, startled, or simply asking. But, regardless, she reached down and pulled her hairless cat from her bag. The cat gave a soft meow, as Camille spoke. "Debutante. Isn't he just adorable?" She beamed, probably just as proud of her hairless cat as Monkey Boy had been of his monkeys.

She wasn't sure if he was surprised by her cat. But, Camille wasn't overly concerned. After all, it was only expected that the heiress to a cat food company should own a cat. Even if that heiress was disinherited at that moment in time.

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it's cool. =) it wasn't a bad post. my post, on the other hand, sucks. xD but... yeah. hope you feel better soon. =)

[Monkey Fist]

OOC: Does not suck. And thank you. BIC:

Hairless. The cat was hairless. Monty wasn’t sure if he should laugh or shudder. Admittedly, he’d seen stranger creatures. A rhinobunny, a dogster, and of course, a monkey-man hybrid in the mirror. Still. The hairless cat—a Sphinx, no doubt, as he’d heard them called—unnerved him simply for reminding him of Stoppable’s hairless rodent. Still. Monty loved animals. He always had. His father’s hunting dogs and horses, his own monkey ninjas, and now there was this cat. Debutante. A rather… feminine name for a male cat. Poor thing. It was probably neutered, too.

He turned around and they reached the third floor landing. This hall was much better lit, fortunately. Monty counted doors in his head. He still hadn’t answered Miss Leon’s question. Did his whole life revolve around monkeys?

Yes. Most definitely yes. It hadn’t always been that way, but she couldn’t possibly understand it all. She wasn’t stupid… No. Monty didn’t even understand it all. Tai Sheng Pek Kwar had been the a saving force in his life. It pulled him out of a desperate period of his past… The drinking, the women, the depression. Kung fu and Buddhism. It’d saved him. The monkey was a symbol of that. To Monty, it was all things pure and good. To Monty, it was his destiny to master the art of Tai Sheng Pek Kwar. It had been a slow descent into, what he supposed others saw as madness. And now, all he had to show for it was a bizarre tattoo on his hand, signifying his power as Yono the Destroyer and the dark path he now walked. He couldn’t explain all that without sounding crazy. He’d tried. Once, on a first date. Bad move. To explain all that at the beginning of a business alliance…

“We’re here,” he said abruptly, pulling himself from his thoughts. If Miss Leon had said anything as they walked down the hall, he hadn’t heard it. He chanced a smile and pushed open the door to reveal a lavishly decorated room with a canopy bed, wardrobe and vanity. Adjoining it was a private bathroom, complete with a marble, whirlpool tub.

Two monkey ninjas, Naomi and Sakura, were still in the room, hanging Miss Leon’s clothes. Monty frowned a little.

“Girls,” he said sternly to get their attention. “I believe Miss Leon would rather put her own clothes away.” Then, to Miss Leon, he added, apologetically and good-naturedly, “I certainly hope you aren’t allergic.”

Naomi scurried off the bed and leapt from the dresser onto Monty’s shoulders, stretching comfortably like a shawl over him. Sakura, on the other hand, went straight to his heels and curled up.

“I could have sworn Chippy and Oliver… Ah!” Two more monkeys emerged from the en suite bathroom. Monty scowled at them and, sheepishly, they clustered at his feet with Sakura. “My apologies, Miss Leon. I assure you they mean no harm. I so infrequently have guests; I don’t know if my monkey ninjas know how to behave properly.”

Extra training hours tonight, hmm, Monty? he thought, looking at the two male monkeys that had been in the bathroom. Two hours should teach them a lesson.

“I’ll leave you to your things. Dial ‘7’ on the telephone over there if you need to reach me. I hope to begin training at four o’clock.”

Monty inclined his head for a farewell and he—and the small troupe of monkey ninjas—exited the room.

[Camille Leon]

The look on Monkey Boy’s face as he realized that Debutante was hairless, brought a small smile to Camille’s face. She’d received the look often; every time someone seen Debutante for the first time they seemed to get that same look of surprise upon their face. She figured that they expected her cat to be covered in sparkles, have long frilly hair, or to at least be wearing designer clothes. The thought always seemed to humor her; her entire life wasn’t devoted to girlish fashions…. just most of it.

Considering all of this, Camille quietly tagged along being Monkey Boy. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d dodged her question about his life revolving around monkeys… but, maybe that was just because she wasn’t sure that she cared. She had already made her assumptions, anyways.

Camille suddenly jumped as Monkey Boy stopped and announced that they were there. She was startled slightly, but stood silent as he opened the door. Peering in the doorway to the room, Camille was rather wide-eyed. ”Oh my god! It’s like… the most adorable room!” Camille gushed, without even thinking. She hadn’t expected to see a room quite like this. She wasn’t sure that Monkey Boy would have owned a room quite like it. Camille wasn’t sure what she expected, but this wasn’t it. There wasn’t even any monkey decorations…

But, there were some real monkeys. She raised an eyebrow, sliding Debutante back into her purse as she did so. Of course, there were monkeys. He’d sent them up a bit ago. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised by this, but she was. But, what surprised her even more was that the monkeys were putting away her clothes. Monkeys! Camille wasn’t sure if she should be startled, freaked out, or just… surprised at the fact that monkeys were putting away her designer clothing. She opted not to respond, instead she slowly turned back to Monkey Boy. As he asked if she were allergic, she just gave a mere shake of her head. She’d never been around monkeys, so she couldn’t say. But, she would deal. This was, after all, a castle… as well as an adorable bedroom.

”Four o’clock, got it…” Camille replied, with a quick and dismissive nod. By this point, her gaze had shifted back to the monkeys. How many of them lived here? The two who had been putting away her clothes were now clinging to their master… and, two more had just come over. That was already four… surly there weren’t much more than four?

Just forget it, Camille, you yourself dubbed him as Monkey Boy. Of course that means that there’s more than four monkeys!

She sighed softly to herself, merely shrugging off the voice in her head. Turning back to Monkey Boy, she gave a quick smile. ”Anyways, four o’clock. On the dot. See you then,” No sooner than the words escaped her mouth did he leave the room. Camille pushed the door closed and then turned to her things. Might as well finish putting way her clothes.

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hehe, thanks. =) I'd say that after this we could probably just skip to the start of the training session. Unless, of course, you had something else that you had wanted to happen.

[Monkey Fist]

OOC: Sure thing. BIC:

It was extremely hard to meditate and watch the clock at the same time. He seldom ever had to do things on someone else’s schedule. But four o’clock he’d promised to meet Miss Leon in the parlor. It was now 3:55. And that minute hand was going awfully slow.

So much for actually meditating. Perhaps that’s what they’d start off the lesson with. A few yoga stretches. She was young Hollywood, after all. She had to know something about yoga and meditation.

“Go fetch Miss Leon for me,” he called out to a nearby monkey ninja.

Two of them scurried up the banister and Monty rose from the floor and took to pacing a bit. Back and forth across the sumptuous Persian rug. He was nervous about showing her his dojo room. Few people ever saw it and though it wasn’t a big secret (Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable had seen it before, after all, and it was no doubt common knowledge in their circle that such a place existed), Monty didn’t willingly bring people to train with him. He much preferred monkeys to humans, anyways. Better, quieter company for the most part.

He’d rid himself of the dressing robe since he’d last seen Miss Leon, and except for a mask or head covering, Monty was decked out in full ninja garb. He looked as though he belonged in medieval Japan and not modern England. Catching sight of his reflection in the window, Monty couldn’t help but wonder if Miss Leon would even be properly attired for a kung fu lesson.

If she wears high heels, I swear I will scream.

But then, he supposed, he could always order custom clothes for her, if need be. If fact, it might be smarter to. Though she was a master of disguise in her own right, Monty had a reputation to maintain as a villain. He worked with monkey ninjas and occasionally human ninjas; not heiresses in Gucci track suits. Yes. Ordering Miss Leon her own ninja garb would be a favor for both of them…

[Camille Leon]

She’d never realized that she owned so many different pairs of shorts or sets of track suits. In fact, Camille had never realized that she owned more than one before this point. She wasn’t sure when she’d bought them all, but she knew they had probably been a part of the short time period that she’d taken yoga. It’d taken her the last half hour to lay them all out on the bed, and she had yet to make her choice. She would have preferred to have worn something more like her usual designer jeans and tees… but, even Camille knew that Monkey Boy would have a fit if she were to show up in that.

So, she’d have to settle for one of the various outfits laying out on her bed. She skimmed them over carefully, before deciding on a rather cute pair of lilac colored Gucci caprice and a sparkling white Gucci tank top. She hung light jacket that matched the caprice over the edge of the bed and then sighed. She knew it wasn’t the best of the best… but, it’d have to do. It was, after all, nearing four o’clock quickly… it was nearly twenty till. It’d take her every bit of that time to get ready.

Camille slipped into her bathroom in a rush. After quickly taking a shower, she blew dry her hair and pulled it into a fancy ponytail. She had put on the outfit that she’d chose earlier, and had managed to change her jewelry to match. After redoing her makeup, Camille gave a small smile at her reflection. As usual, she looked brilliant.

She’d been so caught up in prepping herself, that she hadn’t even noticed any of the monkeys arriving at her door. Camille’s eyes shifted to the clock. 4:08… well, at least she’d be fashionably late. Camille quickly slid on a pair of nearby heels, and then exited the room. She had to walk quickly to keep up with the monkeys fast paces. Who sent monkeys to retrieve someone, anyways?

Oh yeah, Monkey Boy. Camille rolled her eyes to herself as she followed the monkeys down the steps and into a room in the far back. Her heels seemed to echo all the more as they arrived in the room. She ignored it, however. ”I’m here!” She announced brightly, hoping that he hadn’t noticed the fact that she was now nearly fifteen minutes late.

[Monkey Fist]

“Is tardiness going to become a habit of yours, Miss Leon?” Monty asked, unsmiling. “Know that if I expect you at four o’clock, anything later than is unacceptable. Call this your “free pass”, if you’d like, but such blatant disrespect will not be tolerated in the future.”

He sighed and made his way to an on-the-wall candelabra. He turned away from Miss Leon for a moment to gather his thoughts and recompose himself. Then, looking at her over his shoulder, he noted that she hadn’t—at least—worn a skirt. He would still invest in a decent set of ninja clothing for her.

“Now that you understand my tardiness policy…” Not even a glimmer of amusement in his grey eyes. “I also expect you to keep what information I impart to you a secret. Telling anyone is considered a breach of our agreement. One can never be too careful, anyways. Possible and Stoppable are the nosiest brats on the bloody planet.”

And with that, he pulled the middle candle downwards, revealing a passageway behind the parlor fireplace.

“Follow me, if you please.”

He made his way down the secret passage, and his gentleman's carriage gave way to a more ape-like walk. Hunched over slightly, he was greeted by his gathered monkey ninjas as one of their own. Enthusiastically, respectfully. He was their unquestioned leader.

Fourteen were gathered already in meditative positions. Monty nodded to each of them and made his way to the shrine, as was customary. He paid homage to the Monkey Masters before him by assuming a meditative position in front of the shrine.

Forgive me for bringing one who is not worthy into our inner realms. She is a key ally in the material world... Give me patience to deal with her...

[Camille Leon]

Monkey Boy instantly started in on a lecture, and Camille just starred at him with disbelief. Was he serious? It wasn’t disrespect, he was just impatient. Perfection took time, which was clearly something that Monkey Boy didn’t understand. She glazed over his outfit as he spoke, rolling her eyes as she noticed that he was wearing a ninja garb. Did he have no shame? Those hadn’t been in style since like… well, as long as Camille could remember. Camille rolled her eyes for a second time, making another note in her head to invest in something less.. dull for him. Something with rhinestones would do him justice. Rhinestones made everything better.

”It’s not tardiness, Monkey Boy. It’s called being fashionably late.” Camille snapped.

Which, you would know if you ever ventured away from your swarm of monkey friends. Or, if you even knew what fashion was.

She wanted to state her thoughts aloud, but refrained herself from doing so. Monkey Boy was already annoyed with her as it was. But, Camille had never had much patience.

At least they were on the same page when it came to Kim Possible and her friend. Camille sighed, following Monkey Boy down his secret passageway. A rather annoyed expression was still on her face, and she made it a point to walk loudly in her high heels. The soft clicks could clearly be heard, which made Camille smirk to herself; the rest of the area was quiet.

They arrived in a rather large area, where Monkey Boy was greeted by a swam of… well, monkeys. Camille’s smirk turned into a startled frown as she stopped abruptly at the entrance way. ”Oh my god, you never mentioned that there’d be like… eight-thousand monkeys here!” She gasped. He didn’t honestly expect them to train in a room full of monkeys… did he? Camille folded her arms, studying each of them carefully. Monkey Boy was even weirder than she'd previously thought.

[Monkey Fist]

Give me strength to fight in battle and wit to handle any…

Miss Leon shrieked and Monty’s eyes flew open. What the…? How could she be surprised?

“No, Miss Leon. If you would… could count them, you’d see that there are fourteen; not eight thousand.” Fourteen? Where was…? Oh. “Typically there are fifteen, but Portia was supposed to retrieve you. Which means you either frightened my monkey or she’s not feeling well.” A bit of concern tinged Monty’s voice as he cast a glance at the door. A small aside to himself, “I should probably take her to a veterinarian soon... She hasn’t been feeling well for the past few weeks. “

He stood up and turned to face the gathered ninjas and Miss Leon.

“I suppose since you’ve interrupted my routine meditation and prayer, Miss Leon, we may as well get started.” Then, to the monkey ninjas, “Since Miss Leon seems… Uncomfortable by your presence, if you all would move to the other side of the room and stretch… In about thirty minute or so, switch to staff practice for the next hour and a half. I trust you to behave properly with them…” Then, teasingly, under his breath, he added, “Chippy.”

The monkey ninjas hooted and howled with something like laughter and scurried across the room to stretch. There wasn’t tons of distance between them, but Monty would hope it would be enough. After all, he didn’t want Miss Leon to harm them with her unskilled fighting.

Then turning his eyes to Miss Leon and starting his own stretches, “There. Better?” He didn’t wait for a response. “For your information, my monkey ninjas are highly trained warriors and make up a skilled, strong, and tight-knit fighting force. I train with them on most occasions. I want you to watch their technique with the staffs when they finish stretching. I hold you to their standard. Now, stretch. I trust you know how to warm up before exercise.”