#Flarp2 - Session 42

<Jaspersprite> *** The party is only now begining to awake in the town of Seaside. The sun is gleaming brightly as it hangs in the sky, shining down on the fishing town with a pleasant glow. The oceans crash against the shores in the backround, adding in that one last detail needed to make the scene perfect.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> you may now resume whatever it is omniscient beings do)
<Jaspersprite> *** Nero also begins to wake as the secretary pokes him with a pen. Hey. Hey you. Yeah you.
<Nitro> [omnipresent]
<Jaspersprite> *** The Inn is that way. >8u
<Nitro> [and probably omniscient also??]
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee chills out facedown on the floor. He feels AMAZING due to his recent imaginary adventures in SNOOPVILLE, but is unable to do JACK SHIT due to his current status being TRAPPED IN HIS OWN HAIR.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Also NUDE.
<Nitro> [I will probably only pop in when game things are happening because I am v. sleepy.]
<Jaspersprite> *** Gamzee is, in fact, feeling just dandy-- you could even say EMPOWERED.
<Jaspersprite> *** You /could/, if he wasn't having a valliant struggle with his hair as he sits in his birthday suit. EMPOWERED wouldn't be the first word that comes to mind.
-*- ZeeZee well, looks like it's time to be Sollux again... WELP. He's currently sitting in his room at the inn. He should probably go find and thank Gamzee for bringing him back to the inn.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Do so at your own risk, Sollux-kun.
<Jaspersprite> *** Sollux recieves MCNUGGIES.
-*- ZeeZee ... not sure how he feels about that.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty >Sollux: Share the nugs, bro,
-*- ZeeZee would if he knew where anyone was with to share.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty >Sollux: Seek the highb100d.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix ,05"c'mon, don't be that way. please? it was never your fault that i-"
-*- ZeeZee hmmm welp, time to ignore everything that just happened and look for Gamzee, wherever the fuck he is.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Huh, wha-
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Oh, OW.
<Jaspersprite> *** /Poke/.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Nero wakes up to find a savage woman poking him mercilessly, looming with her instrument of pain.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Or pen. That works too.
<Jaspersprite> *** "You know."
<Jaspersprite> *** "The Inn is literally right down the street."
<Jaspersprite> *** She helpfully points. >8u
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Oh. No, no problem. Just waiting for the Arena to start up again, that's all. He doesn't feel all that tired anyway.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Not a bad lie, he thinks. He almost believed it himself. Of course, he knew better than that. It wasn't that he wasn't tired - oh no, he was exhausted.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix But he'd no sooner jump off a cliff than go back to sleep. Not that dream again, no.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Good riddence, it was already starting to fade away. Yes, back to the ether, where it belonged.
<Jaspersprite> *** "... Seriously? It's /been/ up. There's already been a few matches lined up and finished with. This isn't the kind of place you ought to be casually napping at anyway, sleeping beauty." She huffs, capping the pen abruptly before sticking it in her pocket. "I think you're getting called soon, actually."
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Oh, good. He casually ignores the fact that he's been sleeping here for god knows how long. That's done and over with, no need to cry over that.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix He'll just...wait.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Sit and wait.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix And forget. God how he needed to forget.
-*- ZeeZee and at that very moment Ainsley popped up behind Nero like the little weirdo they are. "So you will be fighting soon?"
<alaroraArchilatrix> wHA
<alaroraArchilatrix> jesus christ
<ZeeZee> ...? Is something the matter?
<Jaspersprite> *** Nero sits. And waits. And before they know it, the intercom hums to life, announcing the next bout of the evening!
<alaroraArchilatrix> oh, its you
<alaroraArchilatrix> dont they have manners on your planet?
<Jaspersprite> *** *NE*R*O* *R*E*D*G*R*A*D*E*
<Jaspersprite> *** V.S.
<Jaspersprite> *** *C*H*U*C*K* *G*R*E*E*N*E*
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Shit, that's him. Or at least, he thinks it's him. Was it really so hard to spell Redgrave? Really?
<alaroraArchilatrix> id love to talk, but...
<Jaspersprite> *** **R*E*D*G*R*A*I*N*
<Jaspersprite> *** IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT YOUR HANDWRITING IS SO SLOPPY NERO.
<alaroraArchilatrix> sounds like ive got an appointment to attend
<ZeeZee> It would appear as if you're up... I think...
<alaroraArchilatrix> (actually, his handwriting is disturbingly very nice for a preteen)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (his dad is even better)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/45/DMClogo.jpg/256px-DMClogo.jpg srsly who even writes like this anymore)
<Jaspersprite> *** HAHAH, YEAH RIGHT. YOUR HANDWRITING STAT IS AT, LIKE...
<Jaspersprite> *** 2.
<Jaspersprite> *** A *2*.
-*- ZeeZee takes a seat in the stands.
-*- ZeeZee Sollux on the other hand continued searching for the group's designated clown who just also some how managed to become their designated driver but why would that matter?
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Whatever. It wasn't like there was anyone else named Nero in this dump. Swords shackled to his back, he made his way to the entrance. It was too early for this kind of thing, but he'd never felt more itching for a fight. Maybe he could just beat it away. The memories faded, but the feelings always lingered.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix The dumb, pathetic feelings.
<Jaspersprite> [[Next fight is Nero Redgrave v.s. Nero Redgrape--]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Nobody named Nero you say]]
<ZeeZee> (Yes, good.)
<Jaspersprite> [[Oh whups also brb--]]
-*- ZeeZee where the hell even is Gamzee anyway?
-*- alaroraArchilatrix No one knows, dear Captor.
-*- ZeeZee god damnit!
-*- alaroraArchilatrix No one, that is, except for Miss Kanaya Maryam.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Either in an adjacent room, or you just tripped over him.
-*- ZeeZee will be looking in that adjacent room then an-What the fuck is that?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He has entered a zenlike trance. He is one with the bedroom floor.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix She was currently bent over the juggalo, examing him with all the care and concern of the most considerate nurse.
<alaroraArchilatrix> Gamzee
<alaroraArchilatrix> Gamzee Can You Hear Me Right Now
<ZeeZee> waiit that'2 gamzee?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty "Hey, girl," he tells the floor.
<alaroraArchilatrix> I Believe So
<alaroraArchilatrix> Gamzee You Appear To Be In Quite A Perdicament
<ZeeZee> what the hell even happened?
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Yeah, I guess a predicament is what you could call my current motherfuckin' situation.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I tried to find my comb, bro. It's never let me down, and I couldn't just leave a motherfucker behind like that.
<ZeeZee> ... your comb? where would you have lo2t iit?
<alaroraArchilatrix> Oh Gamzee
<alaroraArchilatrix> I Believe A Haircut Is In Order Once We Release You From Your Hairy Bonds
<ZeeZee> (>Gamzee: Shave your head.)
<Jaspersprite> [[Alright back oMo]]
<ZeeZee> (Gamzee's going to shave his hea-*SHOT*)
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hell, sis, you do whatever the fuck you want with my hair.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Trustin' you with it's never done me wrong before.
<alaroraArchilatrix> You Wouldnt Mind If I Gave You A Makeover As Well
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I just wanna feel my motherfuckin' fingers, yo.
<alaroraArchilatrix> Not To Be Rude But Your Clothes Are
<alaroraArchilatrix> Lacking
<Jaspersprite> *** Nero enters the arena. Their opponent is particularly... unique, needless to say. Not standing at the other end of the arena, but perched atop a damn motorcycle of all things. As if that weren't enough, at each side of the front is two chainsaws-- both attatched with a particularly admirable technical skill. The foe in question clutches a bottle of jack i
<Jaspersprite> n one hand. Their features are rugged to say the least, hair amock and teeth gritted.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Oh /shit/, do y'all do like, mani-pedi bullshit on grey-people world?
<Jaspersprite> *** "helLO SON"
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Or are you talkin' just some clothes makeover.
<Jaspersprite> *** Only no, of course it isn't his dad-- that would be silly. This fact is emphasized by the doll strapped to his back that he's whispering reassuringly to. Something about zombies and death or whatever. Probably unimportant. With a rev of the engines-- or perhaps the chainsaws-- the bout begins.
<Jaspersprite> *** FIGHT.
<Jaspersprite> *** http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=SJFtjRgjcK4
-*- alaroraArchilatrix ...A human? He was fighting a human?
<Jaspersprite> *** And a doll.
<Jaspersprite> *** *lITTLE GIRL
-*- ZeeZee yes good this will be quite the fight.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Fuck, this changed everything. He couldn't kill a human, no. That would cross him over the threshold, send him to the abyss.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix But what else could he do? Look at those chainsaws, that bike, that doll. This guy was either off his rocker, or doing it just to psyche him out. Either way, he didn't mean well. If he didn't defend himself, he was dead. Dead, dead, dead.
-*- ZeeZee Sollux looked to Kanaya for the answer of Gamzee's question, seeing as he personally had no damn clue.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Tearing the two blades out, he revved up his own chainsaw. As the arena roared with the sound of their impeding bloodshed, the demi-demon started to circle the bike. Quickly, hastily, almost nervously. If he stayed in one place, he was dead meat. This was a bull fight, and he was the red flag.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Mustering up his composure, he smiled a toothy snarl at the man. "nice bike" he said, still circling the montrosity. "those blades just for show? or are you gonna man up and do somethin with em?"
-*- alaroraArchilatrix It'd hardly even been an hour, and he'd already filled it with nothing but lies. Not bad, Redgrave.
<alaroraArchilatrix> As Much As Id Love To Im Not Sure I Can Get You The Full Treatment
-*- alaroraArchilatrix She chuckles, carefully examining Gamzee's hair. How to get him out of this, she wondered...?
<alaroraArchilatrix> But I Wouldnt At All Object To A Wardrobe Update
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> That's alright, sister. I'd probably fuck up my nails as soon as we get out on the water.
<alaroraArchilatrix> Perhaps A New Hairdo As Well
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee shrugs as best he can.
-*- ZeeZee does not want to know what the full treatment entails but doesn't quite want to know either.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I don't mean to rush you, chica, but my motherfuckin' arms kinda hurt.
<alaroraArchilatrix> No Trouble At All
<alaroraArchilatrix> Hm...
<ZeeZee> Do you have 2cii22or2 or 2omethiing you could u2e?
<alaroraArchilatrix> Perhaps I Could Apply My Lipstick Tube
<alaroraArchilatrix> That Is
<alaroraArchilatrix> If You Trust Me To Do So
<ZeeZee> that miight be over doiing iit a biit...
<alaroraArchilatrix> Im Hoping It Wont Have To Come To That
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Wouldn't my hair get all caught in the chain?
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I seen a dude get scalped, once.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Not my a chainsaw, it was in this one factory. Got him all by the nape, that goddamn machine, and it ripped the whole skin off his head, the whole motherfuckin' hair part.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> *by a)
<ZeeZee> ...
<Jaspersprite> *** Nero begins to circle the chainsaw-equipped motorcycle like a vulture, retrieving their motorized weapons with haste. The undeniably psychotic man turns his bike every once in a while-- alebit awkwardly and slowly, as to not be taken from behind. "You nutbars DESERVE to die!"
<ZeeZee> that 2ound2 hiighly... bad.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> He lived, but like. I think they put it back on crooked.
<Jaspersprite> *** He used the word nutbars.
<Jaspersprite> *** /Nutbars/.
<Jaspersprite> *** Enemy turn.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Maybe the innkeep's got him some scissors?
<ZeeZee> maybe, ii'll go check.
-*- ZeeZee the troll then indeed goes down to the inkeeper to ask for some scissors.
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<Jaspersprite> [[Yes hi I'm here uou]]
-*- ZeeZee the troll then indeed goes down to the inkeeper to ask for some scissors.
<Jaspersprite> *** The Inn keeper can't really say that he owns a pair of scissors-- what does this look like, a scissor store?
-*- ZeeZee yes.
<Jaspersprite> *** I.E. A store that specifically sells scissors and scissors only.
<Jaspersprite> *** nO.
<alaroraArchilatrix> (>sollux: yes)
-*- ZeeZee wait, are you telling me this isn't the place?
<Jaspersprite> *** It ain't. Bu
-*- ZeeZee well then.
-*- ZeeZee do you have anything I can use to cut hair with?
<alaroraArchilatrix> Gamzee How Long Have You Been Like THis
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Uhhh.
<Jaspersprite> *** There wasn't much to say about his next course of action; without much show leading up to it, Chuck retrieved another bottle of alcohol from lord knows where. Though, it soon hits Nero that it's more than just another object of his alcoholism as it's lit and lobbed over in a motion too quick to react to-- it's a molotov! It hits the ground at Nero's feet
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> On the floor, or tangled up in my fro?
<Jaspersprite> with a crash and a flash of //Sick//Fires//.
<Jaspersprite> *** Quick on his feet as he is, he's not entirely engulfed in the flames-- but his pant leg manages to catch fire nonetheless!
<Jaspersprite> *** End turn.
<Jaspersprite> *** Also feel free to imagine Nero having this yelled at him through the duration of the fight-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LtdrJ9DvNI
<Jaspersprite> *** Nnnnot particularly-- unless you want, like. To borrow a knife or something. He's got knives.
-*- ZeeZee that would work.
<Jaspersprite> *** Sighing overexaggeratedly, the Inn keeper retrieves a Generic Dagger from behind the front desk and slides it over. There y'go, kid.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Fuck. That's what he got for trying to bait the bull. He knew casting that damn rainstorm would be smarter; a burner leg would do him no wonders. But he'd be a sitting duck that way, and one slice from those chainsaws meant game over. Besides...
-*- alaroraArchilatrix ...They wanted a show, didn't they?
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Fuck, he'd give them a show. He'd give them one hell of a show.
-*- ZeeZee thanks, heads on up back to Gamzee and Kanaya. "alriight 2o he gave me thii2 whiich ii2 better than nothiing." Holds up the generic dagger.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QELD5jo1xYA His headphones seemed to agree.
<Jaspersprite> *** "What *IS* it with you people!"
<Jaspersprite> *** "You psychos are EASY to kill!"
<Jaspersprite> *** "Every man for himself!"
<Jaspersprite> *** "/Nutbar/!"
-*- alaroraArchilatrix "is that the best he can do?" He snarled, ignoring the burning agony on his leg. "better pick some better ad libs, fore i tear that mouth clean off!"
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee lifts his head to squint at the object from under the nice floor-dent in his forehead.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Cool.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix The swords were swung with a flourish, summoning a great wind. Tossing them like they were olympic javelins, he flung them at the motorcycle. Aiming at the engine really, but any place would do. Any place to pin him down, or distract him for only a moment. It was only a moment he needed.
-*- ZeeZee kneels down and starts to carefully cut Gamzee free.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix In that moment, he leapt at the mortorcycle like a bird in a flight. An angry, furious bird, ready to strike at any moment. Arm outstretched, just itching to grab him...
-*- alaroraArchilatrix ...And toss him clean off. Into the wall, into the ground, he didn't care. Wherever hurt the most.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee sits with the languid patience of a man in a barber's chair.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Lays, rather.
-*- ZeeZee cut cut cut cut eventually frees his friend. "there you go that better?"
<alaroraArchilatrix> Can You Move
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee sits up and fumbles for the towel draped across his butt. He manages to tie it around his waist with clumsy fingers.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Sure can, girl.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I been stuck in weirder positions longer, believe.
<alaroraArchilatrix> I Can Only Imagine
<ZeeZee> ... that'2 more iinformatiion than ii needed... anyway you 2hould... put 2omethiing on other than a towel.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Despite his reassurance, he shakes out his arms with a wince.
<alaroraArchilatrix> How Long Were You Held Like That
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I think my rags are still soakin' in the motherfuckin' tub.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I fell asleep with 'em like that, so I don't have a motherfuckin' clue, sister.
<Jaspersprite> *** The motorized blades were tossed... and by a stroke of luck, hitting right where the part-demon teenager was aiming, striking the engine-- though perhaps not quite as he was intending, the blades hitting the engine with a loud bang and hitting the ground thereafter. Not a second later did he fling himself at the motorcycle-riding foe, grappling him withou
<ZeeZee> well ii certaiinly don't have any 2pare clothe2 for you...
<Jaspersprite> t mercy and /ripping/ him from his spot on the motorcycle-- or at least, he would have, were he not...
<Jaspersprite> *** Enemy turn.
<Jaspersprite> *** AUTO-KATY'D
<alaroraArchilatrix> (oh my god)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (hahahaha oh my god)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (did he toss katy instead)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (ahaha)
<Jaspersprite> *** The doll is pried from it's place on Chuck's back and tossed violently against the arena's floor in Nero's place.
<Jaspersprite> [[*Chucks--]]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> gj nero)
<ZeeZee> (Proud of you.)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (chuck is gonna be so mad)
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee again shrugs. "I can just wear this 'till they dry, bro, it ain't a big deal."
<alaroraArchilatrix> Oh Absolutely Not
<Jaspersprite> *** Chuck Greene then takes a moment to process this turn of events before being set into an unstoppable state of BERSERK. He barely manages to gather the words as he snarls out "
<alaroraArchilatrix> I Do Believe A Makeover Is In Order
<Jaspersprite> [[Enter key you douche--]]
- {Day changed to Mon Jul 23 00:00:00 2012}
<Jaspersprite> *** "I /TOLD/ you to *leave* *her* *alone*!"
<Jaspersprite> *** End turn.
<ZeeZee> you two have fun wiith that.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee grins like an idiot from his seat at the bedside, and would be kicking his feet were he not so outrageously oversized. As it is, his goofy expression would have to survive. "I was hopin' you'd say that, girl."
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> *suffice, not survive. sheesh(
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> you'll live, gamzee's face. you'll live.)
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> You ain't comin' too, bro?
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Not like your digs ain't already fly, but.
<ZeeZee> well there'2 not much of anythiing ii can do. ii'm a hacker not a fashiionii2ta.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix And there it was. The light of clarity went off in his mind, flickering like a memory hiding in the dark. That look in his eyes, it was more than sheer rage. He'd seen it before, more controlled but just as furious.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix And perhaps, just as furious.
<alaroraArchilatrix> (*troubled)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (what is this)
<ZeeZee> ii'm pretty fuckiing u2ele22 iin a lot of re2pect2 and fa2hiion ii2 one of them.
<Jaspersprite> [[Pfft]]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Well, shit, that is a statement that /hells/ of applies to me.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> That's why I ain't the one /givin/ the motherfuckin' makeover, na'mean?
-*- ZeeZee frowns. "perhap2 but you're the one receiiviing the makeover two... iit'd be weiird for you two giive iit."
-*- alaroraArchilatrix "don't you dare touch him, yOU ,01BASTARDS!"
-*- alaroraArchilatrix But that moment passed just as it came, only a memory. His senses returning in a flash, he saw himself just over the bike. Over the bike, and just about ready to get run the fuck over.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Shit.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> You could prolly get one too, though, motherfucker.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Kansis will treat you /right/.
<ZeeZee> er ii gue22?
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Thinking quickly, the boy kicked his good leg off the bike. Flipping over the psychopath, he made a grab for his shoulders. If Nero was going, this chucklefuck was coming with him. They'd be tossed together, like some kind of enraged embrace. And all the while, he'd be looking into those eyes. Those all too familiar eyes.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> It'll be good for you, brother.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix And as he did, he tried his hardest to summon that storm. That leg, god that leg. He had to fix it, put the damn fire out. It became the pulse pounding core of his all too chaotic thoughts; the burn, the bike, his swords (so helplessly far away), and again the memories.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> But I ain't about to force nobody to do a thing they ain't want to do, you and Kansis both.
<alaroraArchilatrix> Oh Sollux You Should Treat Yourself Right Every Once In A While
<alaroraArchilatrix> But Gamzee Is Right We Have No Right To Impede On Your Personal Decisions
-*- ZeeZee thinks for a moment, glancing between the two. "ii gue22 ii could try iit."
<Jaspersprite> *** Nero's DEPRESSOMETER takes another hearty boost from his DARK MYSTERIOUS PAST.
<alaroraArchilatrix> Itll Be Fun I Promise
-*- alaroraArchilatrix he becomes DEPRESSEDDARK
-*- ZeeZee a slight smirk. "well iif you're promii2iing then iit mu2t be true."
<alaroraArchilatrix> You Know I Am Not One TO Lie My Dear
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> And I ain't, usually (o;
<ZeeZee> ii know ii know
<ZeeZee> 2hall we then?
<Jaspersprite> *** With a successful kick, he grabs onto Chuck's shoulders-- only to lose his grip on the shaky, but proper landing. Christ, is he /glued/ to that seat? Nero's efforts don't go in vain, however, as in the process he manages to pull his head into the handlebars with an audiable ding. Meanwhile, Nero makes a desparate attempt to cast SOOTHING RAIN...
<Jaspersprite> *** ... And succeeds! The following downpour comes quicker than you can blink, the rain putting out the previous flames on the arena's floor and Nero's leg-- his BURNING status is purged entirely! Not a moment too soon, at that. ... Still kind of hurts, though-- but the rain ought to take care of that soon, too.
<alaroraArchilatrix> (>chuck: admit you glued yourself to the seat)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (>chuck: aNYTHING FOR KATY)
<Jaspersprite> [[8y8y8y]]
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee stands and hitches up his towel. "I got no idea where we are up and headed to."
<Jaspersprite> [[yoU PSYCHOPATHS CAN NEVER KILL ME NOW]]
<Jaspersprite> *** Enemy turn.
<ZeeZee> (>Kanaya Gamzee and Sollux: Girls day out.)
<Jaspersprite> [[Hrp, I ought to actually take a shower real quick probably--]]
<alaroraArchilatrix> (naw, it's cool)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (i should do the same, honestly)
<alaroraArchilatrix> (i am sweating like a pig)
<ZeeZee> (Go bathe you smelly people. :B)
<Jaspersprite> [[Pfft]]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> i will also do that thing)
<ZeeZee> (Yes, all of you, go shower, and I... I will take pictu-Sit here.)
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<alaroraArchilatrix> I Have An Inkling Of An Idea
<alaroraArchilatrix> There Is A Tailor In This Town I Believe
<alaroraArchilatrix> We Could Certainly Start There
<Jaspersprite> *** Chuck Greene stops STARING OFF INTO SPACE.
<alaroraArchilatrix> (>chuck: did you say berserk? you meant 'easily distracted')
<Jaspersprite> [[Pfft]]
<Jaspersprite> *** In the rage-fueled aftermath of their daughter's asSAULT, Chuck didn't bother to worry about his current head-bashing-- only about bashing that /homewrecker/'s head /in/. Or ripping him to shreds. You get the gist, right? Right. After all but a fleeting moment from Nero's prompt landing, the engine and chainsaws roa
<Jaspersprite> s roared loud as a chorus before the psychotic drives forward...
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Alright, he got the rain going. That was a good start. And this madman was too furious to even think, which was even better. But if he couldn't pull him off the bike, he was fucked.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Like right now.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Ohhh god.
<Jaspersprite> *** ... And rams into the part-demon, knocking him clear over the handlebars with a /spin/ in the air as Chuck drives to the other side of the arena.
<Jaspersprite> *** The display is hilarious.
<Jaspersprite> *** It shouldn't be. But it is.
<Jaspersprite> *** End turn.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix fUCK
-*- alaroraArchilatrix He landed with a heavy thump, like roadkill on the road. Thank god for his demonic heritage, or else he'd be deader than a doorknob. With a growl, he ignored his aching pains and rolled out of the day. Swifter than a leopard, he grabbed his swords. He was dead without them, dead dead dead. But he had an idea, something to turn the tide of this battle. An awful, hideous idea.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix But he knew it would work. He knew it, because he knew someone who would be no different. And that was the awful part about it.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix He could only swallow his pride, and try to shove it all away. He had no time to mope, only survive. And survival was a trait he'd become all too good at.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Shouldering the Shredder onto his back, he made a grab for the doll with his free hand. The Ripper pressed against her neck, he whistled to grab the man's attention. "hey!" he called, a dark smirk on his face.
<alaroraArchilatrix> you want her?
<alaroraArchilatrix> come and get her
-*- alaroraArchilatrix And just like that, the chase was on. He rushed away, hoping he got the madman's attention. He needed him to be close, very close. Just close enough, as he made a dash for the wall. He'd been able to vault over these since he was a kid, but bikes...?
-*- alaroraArchilatrix Bikes stood no chance. A vehicle could never overcome its greatest threat - walls.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix But he could only pray. Pray that he was fast enough to outrun him, and close enough to fool him. Most of all, he prayed he wasn't going to hell for even thinking this vicious plan.
-*- alaroraArchilatrix All to a god he never believed in.
<Jaspersprite> *** Chuck shots noer wit a gun he alwaise had nd noer dys