Capcollege - Part 3

<Nitro> [SESSION 2 - 11/1/2001]
-*- PurpleKoopa let me know when the date passes november 18th]
-*- PurpleKoopa for that is the release of the ~gamecube~]
-*- PurpleKoopa god's gift to gaming]
<chthonianGunslinger> (roxy cries tears of sheer joy)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((morrigan's not that far behind))
<Nitro> [(dignified tears)]
<chthonianGunslinger> ((tears befitting of a /princess/, mind you))
-*- chthonianGunslinger dab dab))
-*- PurpleKoopa there is a threeway racing competition between them and latula as they dash to the gamestop]
<chthonianGunslinger> (latula u /cheat/)
<chthonianGunslinger> (using your newfangled rADBOARD TECH)
-*- PurpleKoopa better luck next time, grlz >8] ]
<chthonianGunslinger> (latula gets heckled with insults, high heels, and broken game controllers in her wake)
<chthonianGunslinger> (hahaha ok that's)
<chthonianGunslinger> (something that's got to be done)
-*- PurpleKoopa latula u dick)
<SirScrewloose> (should i be teacher Ihdisith or student Cleo or somethign else entirely...
-*- PurpleKoopa oh wait i mean "la dick")
-*- PurpleKoopa i'm still waiting to see what the situation is, but any of those characters sound good, screw)
<-> You are now known as abreactiveTribunal
<-> whisperingNightterror is now known as whisperingAnnoyance
-*- whisperingAnnoyance :y
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<chthonianGunslinger> (i dID IT)
<abreactiveTribunal> [/Aces/]
<chthonianGunslinger> (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mehn94jPRP1r2xxwr.png)
<KnightStrider> (??)
<abreactiveTribunal> [Got X-Chat open.]
<abreactiveTribunal> [And functioning no less.]
<KnightStrider> (Ohh.)
<chthonianGunslinger> (ok seeing how nitro has apparently shafting writing responsibilities to me)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((/dick/))
<chthonianGunslinger> (i will)
<abreactiveTribunal> [I can totally write it.]
<chthonianGunslinger> (try 2 do another thing)
<chthonianGunslinger> (nO TOO LATE)
<chthonianGunslinger> (YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE)
<abreactiveTribunal> [While your computer was malfunctioning you mean?]
<abreactiveTribunal> [To rudely disallow you the opportunity when you are so very /enthused/?]
<chthonianGunslinger> (i'm already pounding away at the keys i /swear/)
-*- chthonianGunslinger For all that the infamous Ivy College could be known for, from its rowdy alumni to its eccentric staff-- with the King of all Eccentricity to head the helm no less-- one could not take away the pristine beauty of its quieter moments.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Its.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Scarce quiet moments.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Like this afternoon, for example! Eeriely quiet, really. It was as if a wave of calm had washed over the university and blanketed it in its gentle embrace. Not one thing was stirring, not even a bat.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Why were there so many of the buggers flying around here, anyway?)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Such pests.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal ((Thank /God/ --))
-*- chthonianGunslinger A little too still, perhaps, perhaps even a little too sterile... but.
-*- chthonianGunslinger One could get used to this.
-*- chthonianGunslinger The gentle fluttering of autumn's falling leaves skittering across the sidewalk, branches swaying softly to and fro in the caressing breeze, and with shan't a single cloud in the sky. Yes, yes indeed, one could get used to this in--
-*- chthonianGunslinger "-- n' i think, as y'brother dearest, that i've got a right t'decide what's good f'y' or not! so--"
-*- chthonianGunslinger BANG--
-*- chthonianGunslinger "COME--"
-*- chthonianGunslinger BANG--
-*- chthonianGunslinger "ON!"
-*- chthonianGunslinger Oh not these two little shitlords again.
-*- abreactiveTribunal One little shitlord --
-*- chthonianGunslinger And it was shaping up to be such a nice da-- No, two. Two shitlords. Try not to fall on that high horse of yours, you stuffy little spitwad.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (shouldn't even be able to see all this mumble grumble mumble--)
-*- chthonianGunslinger But yes, the university would unfortunately find itself terroized by the clutches of Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Again.
-*- chthonianGunslinger The front door of what was seemingly an incospicious dorm wing suddenly busted open, as if forced apart with shattering force, as a flurry of red, white, and blue flung its way out. Alas, there wasn't nothing spectacularly patriotic about this display.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Unless you count Metallica as being patriotic. Nice t-shirt boy.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Did you bedazzle those sunglasses yourself?)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...Don't answer that.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal "I have made it abundantly clear that I am entirely unwilling to engage in this yOUR BEDEVILLING IS UNAPPRECIATED AND UNWELCOME BY THE COLLECTIVE STUDENT BODY AND FACULTY --"
-*- whisperingAnnoyance Don't worry Dante, I appreciate you.
-*- whisperingAnnoyance (and you're forcing of this hermit out into the open)
-*- abreactiveTribunal SHUT UP YOU ARE NOT HELPING --
-*- whisperingAnnoyance Come now, you /need/ sunlight for vitamin D or whatever it is.
-*- chthonianGunslinger "see? it ain't so bad!" chirped the spunkier and more overtly obnoxious of the two, potently ignoring the other's ranting and raving as he playfully smacked their back. Ugh. At least he wasn't making a scene out of it, unlike some.
-*- chthonianGunslinger "n' would y'believe it, y'didn't explode or melt or anythin'! guess y'really are human after all, vergey boy!"
-*- chthonianGunslinger (That particular nickname was a recent importation, one that he delighted in using once he saw his brother's infuriated reactions to it.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (It is significantly more amusing than all the others...)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...Which does little to lessen its sheer insipidity)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Awwww, c'mon, ain't that bad!)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...)
-*- whisperingAnnoyance I like it.
-*- abreactiveTribunal The blue guy, for his part, really did seem hellbent on throwing a total tantrum. Like. Look at him go. S'like watching a cat about to be bathed.
-*- abreactiveTribunal If, like. The cat was a cat twin (what're those called again --) with another, bigger, red cat.
-*- abreactiveTribunal S'what we're seein' right now.
-*- abreactiveTribunal You gotta give him credit for trying to maintain his dignity, though. Look, he's trying to fix his collar and everything! Man, you'd think he was like. Going to church or something. And like.
-*- whisperingAnnoyance what they don't see is the sentient flee colony clinging to the blue cat like a leech
-*- whisperingAnnoyance sucks for them I'm fabulous
-*- abreactiveTribunal Legitimately actually going. Oughtta be carrying a Bible instead of...
-*- abreactiveTribunal Whatever the hell he has under his arm. Those -- those dumb things he's always got. Always, for real.
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...Textbooks?)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (But like -- don't they all have text --)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (I mean, sure, some of 'em are just pictures for the particularly little baby humans, but.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal Anyway, anyway. Dunno why the kid let him keep it. Like. Isn't that sorta redundant? Since he's trying to get him outside? Or maybe it's just. To keep him from grabbing on to things?
-*- abreactiveTribunal Probably planning to like. Burn it when they're not right next to the dumbs.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Dorms.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Those.
-*- whisperingNightterror Do you actuaaally use /like/ as a paaause in your sentences?
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...wait, no, that'd be like. Burning the money or whatever. Man, those things were a real pain t'buy. What's even the deal with that.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Doesn't a huge wad of th'stuff come in, like. Those th-- games.
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...uh.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Sure? Whaddaya mean? Li--
-*- abreactiveTribunal Uh --
-*- whisperingNightterror Eloquently put.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Shut it, you little brat. You're l--
-*- abreactiveTribunal Look, he's busy here, a'right?
-*- whisperingNightterror Heh, what, caaat got your tongue, Vergey?
-*- abreactiveTribunal Yeah, his looks pretty occupied right now! Mouthin' off his brother. Thanks for remindin' me!
-*- abreactiveTribunal "Are you quite satisfied, you insufferably vexing child?" Oooh, pullin' out the big words now.
-*- abreactiveTribunal The big guns.
-*- abreactiveTribunal The big swords.
-*- abreactiveTribunal "May I return to the studies that are laying the foundation for -- my entire future, and in all likelihood indirectly that of our roommate, as well?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Hey! He-- he could totally do all of this himself, you know! Probably!)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...M-maybe!)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ((Okay no that's not true at all don't take it personally please he--))
-*- chthonianGunslinger ((He just got so caught up in the moment and--))
-*- chthonianGunslinger ((iT WAS AN HONEST MISTAKE--))
-*- abreactiveTribunal Please stop he really just wants this fiasco to be over with he --
-*- abreactiveTribunal Had pLANS this evening --
-*- abreactiveTribunal A date with four chapters of his most dog-eared textbook --
-*- abreactiveTribunal He had tIME SLOTS DANTE --
-*- whisperingNightterror Insteeead your brother is helping you to keep me happy. Alonnng with whatever else is going to happen.
-*- abreactiveTribunal (He has not an inkling to your existence and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Another good reason he ought to go out and leave me be, and naturally an argument I cannot present.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Shut up.)
-*- whisperingNightterror (Which only makes this evennn better.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Need I really repeat myself to one of your alleged calibre?)
-*- whisperingNightterror (Onnnly if you wish to waste your ownnn time.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal And thusly is an infuriated and now mildly-squirmy blue sweatervested gentleman forcibly dragged into the great and horrific Outdoors by his (dubiously) beloved twin. It's. Sort of hard to miss, unfortunately.
<chthonianGunslinger> (cue psy)
<chthonianGunslinger> (MOTHER-FATHER-GENTLEMAN)
<whisperingNightterror> (sweatervest verge do I need to peter walter vi and make you sweater vest bros)
<abreactiveTribunal> [You rEALLY DO]
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Sigh. With no great surprise, this passion play has become too vapid for my already rapidly diminishing interests. The characters are too stale, the dialogue worn out, the scenes tread a few thousand times too many.
-*- chthonianGunslinger With all the elegance of a storming minotaur and the self-insight of a simple steer, they will try to tear each other in twain with their thinly vieled acerbic jabs and egotistical displays of pride and nothing more. Like cubs rolling around in the dirt, they are.
-*- chthonianGunslinger One will go too far, strike too deep, say something too meaningful to wash in this pointless bull fight. It will not be acknowledge, spoken on no breath, but the transgression will linger.
-*- abreactiveTribunal stale? th'fuck're y'talkin' 'bout, dude? s'like. th'weirdest thing t'do ever. i mean, th'hell's th'kid think he's gonna get done here? this is th'least shit-doin' activity. th'stiff's way too
-*- abreactiveTribunal stiff
-*- abreactiveTribunal f'it t'make a difference.
-*- chthonianGunslinger The other will silently curse themselves while forgiving the other of their supposed mistakes, already planning to carry the full weight that is the burden of guilt, blissfully ignorant of the fact that such flagellation is unwanted and unneeded.
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...man y'should go back t'keepin' y'trap shut. y'like. mozart or somethin'. y'think y'so great 'cause y'can prattle, as y'd say, 'bout dumb shit like this n' we're all jus'. inferior bein's. well y'know what
-*- abreactiveTribunal d'you see human mozart's books on th'stiff's shelf
-*- abreactiveTribunal do you
-*- chthonianGunslinger Not when the so called instigator has already done so a thousand times over.
<abreactiveTribunal> [apologizes and goes back to letting the RP actually progress]
-*- whisperingNightterror Verrrgil, you dooo realize I am still here to witnesss this mental argument, rrright?
-*- abreactiveTribunal By all means, make such cease to be the case.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Outwardly they will haltingly, recalcitrantly, agree on whatever insipid subject that had so passionately inflamed their egos only moments before. It will be as if nothing had ever happened, they'll desperately muse, as if all is and has always been well.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But is it not so.
-*- chthonianGunslinger And they will forever loathe themselves for it.
<abreactiveTribunal> [I'm not sure where CG's going besides excellent places (ain't even need a map), but I think someone can go for it now if PK's not already typing? I am not sure.]
<abreactiveTribunal> [It is hard to tell when we're done, sorry.]
<abreactiveTribunal> [I don't think we even know usually.]
-*- chthonianGunslinger Sounds interesting to some, I'm sure, but such songs and dances get rather old when it is all one has in the way of entertainment. Even Hamlet would get tiresome after a few million viewings, I'd suppose.
<chthonianGunslinger> (omf god i'm not even /remotely/ done)
<PurpleKoopa> Coincidentally, Roxy Lalonde happens to be walking back to the warm and comfortable Indoors around the same time the two boys are making their way out. Hoo boy, what a day today. After meeting a fresh face and having lunch, it was about time for a girl to kick back, you know?
<chthonianGunslinger> (i have barely scratched the surface)
<abreactiveTribunal> [Is this an ace arrangement, then 8y]
-*- PurpleKoopa oh whoops]]
-*- PurpleKoopa i'll leave the rest of my post on standby]]
<abreactiveTribunal> [Well, I'm not sure if she was actually doing a thing or just doing this narrative?]
<abreactiveTribunal> [And if it's the latter, it's probably safe to go for it. But I can't even tell.]
-*- PurpleKoopa what say you, seegee]]
<chthonianGunslinger> (this is actually my way of bowing out of said narrative 8y)
<abreactiveTribunal> [At gREAT LENGTH]
<abreactiveTribunal> [As is the nature of the narrator.]
<chthonianGunslinger> (i wAS ABOUT TO SAY GOD)
<abreactiveTribunal> [...take that as you will.]
<abreactiveTribunal> [So yeah, go for it, Peeks.]
<PurpleKoopa> She needs to get her shit done and down a couple of drinks, preferably in that order -- not that Jane wasn't going to give her a hard time either wa--
<PurpleKoopa> ?!?
<PurpleKoopa> Roxy nearly jumps at the sound of the door slamming open, but she settles down once she sees who it is. The guy in the Metallica shirt she kinda remembered from a couple of /truly/ /memorable/ party experiences. What often came afterward almost made her question /her/ devotion to the bottle; that is, if raucous parties were any place to question your life
<PurpleKoopa> choices.
<PurpleKoopa> Who's this dude in the sweatervest, though? Was he picking up friends from Mister Roger's Neighborhood?
<PurpleKoopa> Deciding to put off her studies for at least a moment longer, Roxy stands by and waits for the two bros to finish bro-ing it out. Maybe this guy would remember her world-class drunken Mario Kart skills? Who knows!
-*- chthonianGunslinger If I had eyes to roll, or ever did, they would be rolling faster than light itself I assure you.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Ergh. Perhaps one of the harlot's bats will come fluttering by. It is the least they can do for me.
-*- chthonianGunslinger And it was turning out to be such a lovely afternoon, too.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...
<chthonianGunslinger> (ok time 2 do)
<chthonianGunslinger> (aCTUAL THINGS)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (dumb blind shit. n' deaf n' dumb, 'parently. jackass. go back t'bein' fuckin' mute --)
-*- whisperingNightterror Vergil your insssistence on beating yourself up in such a waaay is bothersome. Do not maaake me bite you because I wiiill.
-*- whisperingNightterror wait
-*- whisperingNightterror nvm me)
-*- whisperingNightterror I'm)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Man, ever get the feeling like someone's cribbing on your style?
-*- chthonianGunslinger Weird.
-*- abreactiveTribunal sure do, kid. 'magine that.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Anyway, whatever, no big deal. Weird feelings sure as hell ain't anything new to him.
-*- whisperingNightterror You are aaall ridiculous, and think that I ammm the only one appreciating this nice woman's presssence.
-*- whisperingNightterror ;]
-*- chthonianGunslinger (hrghrgh...)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...y'ok there kid)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (i)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (i was jus' bein' human funny ok?)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (or like. not so human funny i guess.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger Hey anyway--
-*- chthonianGunslinger Unsurprisingly, the big fancy words bounce are mostly ineffective! If anything, they only make that patented shit eating grin of his even wider. He loves it when his bro starts pulling out the 'big guns'. 'Specially when he does it to hide how much of a big fat baby he was being. Like right now, for example!
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Hah, right, like there was ever a time when he wasn't a big baby.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (kid y'th'same age)
-*- chthonianGunslinger "haha, yeah, says th'guy who's five seconds away fr'm havin' a total toddler meltdown." the boy snorted with a vicious little smirk, before leaning in to ruffle his brother's precious and immaculate hair the same way a mother might to their adowable widdle wibbler. "awwwww, but don't worry! i promise y'bro's gonna take good care of y'! i'll even kiss all y'booboos f'y'! promise."
-*- chthonianGunslinger Heheheheh.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But of course, he had the smarts to pull his hand away before his darling brother could do anything to retaliate. Can't make it too easy for him now, now could he?
-*- chthonianGunslinger 'Sides, he had some actual points to make here before they went.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Honestly, for real!
-*- chthonianGunslinger There was a reason he was going through all the effort to do this, you know, and it wasn't all for shits and giggles. Yeah, shocking, he knows.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But that's what bein' a good brother's all about, you know?
-*- chthonianGunslinger Y'know?
-*- abreactiveTribunal (shittin' hellbats if it's worth it though.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (squeak)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (oh. sorry, not you.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (y'alright!)
-*- chthonianGunslinger "now c'mon, don't y'b'pullin' that guilt trip bs with me jus' 'cause y'don't feel like goin' outside for once." If he were being honest, he'd admit that last ringer was less on the playful side and more on the downright frustrated side, but... Eh. Still got the job done, right?
-*- chthonianGunslinger "don't get me wrong, books are great n' all or. whatever." He huffed, absently fiddling away with the buckles on his guitar case's strap-- God why was this thing gettin' so bulky lately-- it wasn't that heavy, was it--?
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Oh, what do you know, it was-- uh--
-*- chthonianGunslinger That chick.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Y'know, the blonde one. With the curls. The one that was way good at Mario Kart, right? Right?
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Ahhhh, shit, he--
-*- chthonianGunslinger Must've been from one of those parties--
-*- chthonianGunslinger The ones that he could just barely remember happened, but fuck him if he could remember what happened. There could've been aliens partying it up on the roof for all he knew. There bits and pieces, sure, but it was like having one of those big ol' jigsaw puzzles with-- like-- only five pieces and maybe a ball of lint.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Probably for the best, honestly.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (It was always the things he couldn't remember, wasn't it?)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Eh, whatever, still no reason not to be friendly. God knows Vergil wouldn't be, after all. Hell, poor babe would be lucky if he even glanced her way.
-*- chthonianGunslinger So, like the gentleman he so very much was, he decided to pause just long enough to tilt his sunglasses down and throw a knowing little smile her way.
-*- chthonianGunslinger hay bby how u doin
-*- chthonianGunslinger wHEEZE
-*- chthonianGunslinger And just like that, he went right back on track with his righteous lashing. "... but i think it's sort of a problem when y'first reaction t'havin' th'curtains pulled back is t'cringe like some shitty b-movie vampire."
-*- chthonianGunslinger He let that sobering thought linger for a moment, silent judging and all, before letting his oh so charming and infectious grin bleed out once more. "n' sides!"
-*- chthonianGunslinger "what's better than spendin' some awesome quality time with y'totally too cool f'school lil' bro, eh? eh?"
<chthonianGunslinger> (ok i)
<chthonianGunslinger> (i think i'm done)
<chthonianGunslinger> (you may crawl out of your bomb shelters now)
<PurpleKoopa> Yeah ha, she caught that little gesture. She fires right back at him with a smile and a nod. Unless he's the type to do this to every Tom, Dick, and Harry (or Harriet where the case may be), he's pretty sure he remembers her from something or other. She's not keeping track of who went to what, but at least on /her/ party checklist, there was the start of the
<PurpleKoopa> of the year bash, the sorority shindig, the Halloween thing last night, the Smash Bros. tourney, the... Look, Ivy College is a pretty happening place, alright? Frankly, she's surprised that Mr. Sweater Vest hasn't been to any of this, let alone seen the light of day. At least according to this guy.
<PurpleKoopa> Roxy's still smiling to the two, but mostly that aforementioned /respectable/ /gentleman/. What an absolute charmer, that one. That Metallica shirt made Beavis and Butthead look like upstanding lady slayers. Regardless of what she thinks of this class act and his allegedly shut-in friend, she can't help but squeeze in a quip between them.
<PurpleKoopa> "lil early to be babysitting vampires dont u think dude?" she says to the "sitter," "suns barely reached the horizon hes gonna melt to ash before long"
<PurpleKoopa> "sure you guys dont need 2 borrow an umbrella or anything? miiiiiiight come in handy right about now"
<PurpleKoopa> She kinda hopes the sweater guy isn't taking her too seriously. Then again, he kind of strikes her as the guy who takes /everything/ too seriously. Seriously. Learn to relax, people.
-*- abreactiveTribunal You bETTER pull that hand away yOU --
-*- abreactiveTribunal YOU --
-*- abreactiveTribunal The thought deflated as he lifted his hands to fix his newly-mussed hair, his scowl entirely unappreciative. Stupid little gesture, really. Pointless stupid little... Only meant to irritate him, he knew, and under normal circumstances, it may not have succeeded so spectacularly, but --
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...What was that? Don't guilt trip? His sincerest apologies. He's only got a full workload, a fool brother to keep in line, and a voice in his head that he feels he perhaps ought to prioritize above going outside -- to do what? Sit about and be pestered by other students and passersby? To be distracted and reminded of the loathsome world in which they must make a livelihood?
-*- abreactiveTribunal Because that was what life amounted to. That was the meager hope to which his fool brother clung by the skin of his teeth, that he had to make sure they both held to.
-*- abreactiveTribunal And on top of this, his fool brother was effectively and hypocritically guilt tripping him. Yes, his apologies.
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...but he couldn't say any of that. Of course. Certainly not out here. Stupid stupid stupid mildly blinding outdoors.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Should've brought some sunglasses, bro!
-*- chthonianGunslinger And they say you're the smart one, heheh.
-*- abreactiveTribunal He left his fedora inside on account of being ambushed and bodily forced out the door.
-*- abreactiveTribunal And of course now they had company watching his brother veritably scold him. Publically scold him, no less. How would you like that, brother? Isn't there a golden rule about this somewhere, or don't you consider yourself a saint?
-*- abreactiveTribunal He didn't recognize the girl and so disregarded her in favor of checking his book for any damage inflicted by the struggle to get him out. The object appeared untouched (despite his frequent use of it), and that was Dante's saving grace at the moment. Saving grace that was no result of any effort on his part. Vergil elected to focus on a corner of the object in his hands, swallowing his raw irritation and everything he couldn't say.
-*- abreactiveTribunal He cringed because he had a headache because there was a voice in his head. But that was no argument. He could only let Dante conclude as he would. No corrections.
-*- abreactiveTribunal "(I'm quite certain I can think of a few things.)" Didn't mean he couldn't throw out a caustic parting shot at that last bit. Sure, he hadn't expected the girl to speak then (he glanced up at her, in fact -- not quite showing his surprise but actually taking the time to focus. Progress!), but it was certainly convenient.
-*- abreactiveTribunal He didn't expect what he heard, either. He'd expected an excuse to be a little irate and potentially halt their progress in moving away from the building, potentially find a way to slip back -- but imagine his surprise when she (jokingly, he was aware) sided with him.
-*- abreactiveTribunal An instant of triumph -- a mere instant, barely perceptible from the instants surrounding it and extending in either direction. And then he was responding smoothly, a little tersely but at least only slightly. "I agree that it was quite premature. In all likelihood, there are no available umbrellas in this weather."
-*- abreactiveTribunal Vague gesture toward the weather(?).
-*- abreactiveTribunal As if there was a single central location from which weather stemmed.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Your move, brother.
-*- abreactiveTribunal (He'll just. Halt where he's at. And cross his arms.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Oh, man, hahaha. That's cute. Real cute. Was he seriously pretending that their little private audience's joke was some kind of devastating judgement that would help him wriggle his way out of his vile twin brother's clutches? Really?
-*- chthonianGunslinger Man, he's been watching way too many soap operas.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Seriously, doesn't he watch anything else? Like, oh, maybe some real TV for once? Maybe?)
-*- chthonianGunslinger He likes you though, blondie. You ain't bad! Got a real hearty chuckle out of 'em, even. Keep going like this, baby, and he might have to set his Myspace status 'single'!
-*- chthonianGunslinger (!!!)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Kidding, kidding.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...Oh, haha, he-- 'cairse he knew that.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger But the point still stood -- this chick was funny. Funny and cute. A perfect combo if he'd ever seen one!
-*- chthonianGunslinger And of course, he was never one to disappoint his audience...
<chthonianGunslinger> (*seeing how)
<chthonianGunslinger> (omf how did i /miss/ those)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...He was quick to put on that inimitable starstruck charm and pull out his precious tube of sunblock from one of his many coat pockets, seemingly unfazed by his brother's smug 'victory'.
-*- chthonianGunslinger "aw, baby, y'don't gotta worry y'pretty lil' head 'bout ol' lugosi over there," he chirped with a grin, subtly lilting his head over the eternally grumpy kitten smoldering beside him. "not when i got this lil' baby right here. spf 1000! can y'believe it?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Actually just 100 but, hey, who cares? S'called a joke.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger "found it on th'front page of ebay, too! 'mazin' what y'find on the internet these days, eh?" He said, quietly chuckling to himself as if he said some great and profound inside joke. Then he gave his dear, sweet charge a good-natured pat on the back. No mocking to be found here at all, no sir!
-*- chthonianGunslinger "so don't y'worry! i always take good care of my pwecious lil' cavedweller."
-*- chthonianGunslinger Pat. Pat.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Sorry bro, but it's practically his job to always be two steps ahead of ya. You understand, right?
-*- chthonianGunslinger 'Course y'do.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Man, maybe Verge really did need that sunblock. Look at 'im, all pale and white like a ghost. He made Casper look like a valley girl! Corpus fuckin' Christi, dude, do you ever leave the dorm?
<PurpleKoopa> Hahaha, wow. "There are no available umbrellas in this weather." Sweater Vest was one TV contract away from becoming a well-mannered weatherman, and his friend had enough panache on him to be the sportscaster. Or with /that/ hair, it's more likely they'd be burning down villages while accompanied by an ominous Latin choir. Where do you even get it done that
<PurpleKoopa> white?
-*- chthonianGunslinger Alllll natural, baby!
-*- chthonianGunslinger B]
<PurpleKoopa> Roxy giggles at this guy's frivolous suntan antics. It seems pretty obvious that he's trying to impress her, and good-natured joking is probably one of the best ways to go about it. She gives the paler of the two brothers a kindly look and tells him: "haha i dont think u need 2 worry about the sunshine man"
<PurpleKoopa> "your bros got it aaaaaaaaall covered B)"
<PurpleKoopa> She casts her sights back to the suave Mr. Metallica Man and his magic can of sunblock, giving his "pwecious widdle cavedweller" a little bit of (what she thinks is) much-needed space. Lord knows you need it when you got /two/ jokesters running amok. And besides, she thinks the cut of this guy's jib might be worth looking into. Never hurt to ask!
<PurpleKoopa> She furrows her brow, running her booze-addled memory to pinpoint the precise party where she might've caught this metal fan. One guess is as good as any, and it's not like she has anything to lose here. She waggles a finger in the air, as if to magically procure that moment out of her mind and into her mouth. Mmm...
<PurpleKoopa> "sayyyy didnt i see you @ morgies sweet-ass prehalloween bonanza?"
<PurpleKoopa> "ngl that shit was PRE-TAY cray cray!!!"
<PurpleKoopa> (Is Sweater Vest getting any of this? Was "cray cray" a sufficient recommendation for parties involving drunken apple bobbing and terrible Halloween costumes? Blah, forget it. She's pretty sure all he would've liked to do was spend his night on yelling at fourth graders.)
-*- whisperingNightterror the terror was, of course, snickering the whole time. Because Vergil's annoyance was quite a pleasant thing, despite it's familiar, somewhat dry spiciness. 'Maaaybe you should take the offerrr of sunscreen; you do not get ooout too often as it isss.'
<whisperingNightterror> 'Then againnn if it were to rrrain and you had that umbrella, you could ~sharrre it~' Alpha snickered, their voice sounding as if it where right against his ear. 'Orrr just drag her alonnng with you to wherrre ever it is you twooo are going.'
<whisperingNightterror> '/I/ certainly would not mind, after all. She is quite cute.'
-*- whisperingNightterror I tried)
-*- whisperingNightterror but in the end it didn't even matter)
<abreactiveTribunal> [What no you're fLAWLESS]
<abreactiveTribunal> [500% worth it]
<chthonianGunslinger> (alpha u pimp)
<chthonianGunslinger> (mackin on all the ladiez)
<abreactiveTribunal> [and boyz]
<chthonianGunslinger> (i bet ur appreciatin that perky bedazzled butt reallllll nice aren't you)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((oh man vergil must /hate/ that))
<abreactiveTribunal> [(I'm pretty sure Vergil made an addendum that his brother was off-limits in /every/ way)]
<chthonianGunslinger> ((can't even think dirty thoughts about him))
<chthonianGunslinger> ((only pure virginal thoughts))
<abreactiveTribunal> [(aBSTAIN FROM ALL THOUGHTS OF HIM)]
<abreactiveTribunal> [(WHATSOEVER)]
-*- PurpleKoopa ~*✧*~butt~*✧*~
<chthonianGunslinger> ((JUST))
<abreactiveTribunal> [peeks im]
-*- PurpleKoopa ~✧~sparkles~✧~
<chthonianGunslinger> ((ACT LIKE HE'S NOT THE-- hahaha oh my god /pk/))
<ZeeZee> (I still need the log yes...)
<chthonianGunslinger> (alphavision)
<whisperingNightterror> (Alpha def checked out Dante as soon as they could yolo)
<whisperingNightterror> (and that's how they were banned from dante ogglin)
<chthonianGunslinger> (would tap any day of the wee-- wait what do you mean /can/'/t/)
<whisperingNightterror> (well screw you I have other h o s t s)
<whisperingNightterror> (take that B) )
<whisperingNightterror> (Also applies special effects twenty four seven to Vergil's vision like aformentioned butt sparkles)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((i wonder if he's actually tapped that as another host))
<whisperingNightterror> (or things on fire because that makes them /cooler/)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((one that vergil doesn't know about maybe,,,))
<whisperingNightterror> (maybe ;y)
<whisperingNightterror> (well there are at least two)
<whisperingNightterror> (and maybe a dog)
<whisperingNightterror> (er)
<ZeeZee> (Good dog.)
<whisperingNightterror> (that came out wrong)
<whisperingNightterror> (dog nO)
<chthonianGunslinger> (he's waiting for the right moment to pull that one out on him)
<whisperingNightterror> (arf)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((p.s ur bro was a real hott lay))
<chthonianGunslinger> ((arf arf))
<whisperingNightterror> (snrrrrk)
<chthonianGunslinger> ((FOREVER PARANOID))
-*- PurpleKoopa did you get the log, zee?)
-*- ZeeZee no...)
<whisperingNightterror> (and then proceeds to eat something that dogs shouldn't eat because doge)
-*- PurpleKoopa allllllright, let me see if i can take care of this)
<abreactiveTribunal> [Casually points 2 BM]
<abreactiveTribunal> [I have it, sorry --]
<abreactiveTribunal> [Computer's just being mildly dumb <8y]
<ZeeZee> (Compruder.)
<chthonianGunslinger> (also)
<chthonianGunslinger> (casually admires that vergil's vision is basically blingeevision at this point)
<ZeeZee> (Good.)
<chthonianGunslinger> (alpha ocassionally throws in dancing snoop doggs when nessecary)
<whisperingNightterror> (with snoop showin his butt)
<whisperingNightterror> (and he's kawaii)
-*- PurpleKoopa yo blue buoy can we trade peepers
<abreactiveTribunal> [P.S. brother is sTILL OFF-LIMITS IN OTHER BODIES]
<abreactiveTribunal> [HE CAN STILL GO SCOUR THE LIBRARY AND FIND YOUR OTHER HOSTS AND ACTUALLY APPLY HIMSELF TO GETTING RID OF YOU]
<chthonianGunslinger> (sCREW YOU HE DON'T GOTTA TAKE THIS)
<whisperingNightterror> (nO WE WILL NOT GO TO THE LIBRARY)
<whisperingNightterror> (YOU WON"T BE ABLE TO PROVE IT WAS ME IN THOSE OTHER BODIES)
- {Day changed to Sun May 5 00:00:00 2013}
<abreactiveTribunal> [HE WILL FIND A WAY]
<abreactiveTribunal> [PROVING THINGS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRUE IS HIS FUTURE JOB]
<whisperingNightterror> (GOOD LUCK WITH THAT WHEN I AM INCORPERAL)
<chthonianGunslinger> (verge are you seriously gonna put a chthulhu ghost on trial)
<whisperingNightterror> (would we be surprised)
<ZeeZee> (Sooo, who's turn now?)
-*- PurpleKoopa i think nitro's writing r/n]]
<ZeeZee> (Okay. :B)
-*- abreactiveTribunal Now is nOT THE TIME YOU INSUFFERABLE SCRAP OF UNFATHOMABLE STUPID AND PERVERSION --
-*- whisperingNightterror ;]
-*- whisperingNightterror hehehe
-*- abreactiveTribunal Alpha was probably aware of the inkling of spite in that instant -- more a seething feeling than an actual thought. Vergil brushed it down and established some control once more, as he was wont to.
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'There is not a rainstorm in the universe and beyond into that fathomless unknowable that spawned the likes of you that would make me lie with that woman in any sense, least of all the Biblical one.'
-*- abreactiveTribunal Meanwhile, in an alternate universe, a young man frets about his potential not-date-group(??)-hangout with aforementioned woman.
-*- whisperingNightterror 'You saaay that /now/.'
-*- whisperingNightterror 'Besiiides, who says you have to lie with herrr? I mean, That does not sounnnd like a bad idea to me, but you can siiit if you wish.'
-*- PurpleKoopa Meanwhile, in the exact same alternate universe, the aforementioned woman fell asleep while talking to an alien space troll about dates and video games.
-*- PurpleKoopa Some things never change.
-*- whisperingNightterror whilst a robot experienced ptsd and the butterfly alien nearly died
-*- whisperingNightterror everyone wins :y
-*- PurpleKoopa Coincidentally those same things are taking place on a college campus /right/ /now/
-*- whisperingNightterror give or take
-*- PurpleKoopa It's really fascinating too bad we're not reading about it
-*- PurpleKoopa NOW BACK TO THIS UNIVERSE
-*- whisperingNightterror I'm certain the nurse isn't allowed to do much for the alien though
-*- ZeeZee probably not...
-*- abreactiveTribunal Meanwhile, back in this universe, a young man reflected resentfully on the allegedly "cray cray" party in question. He'd sidestepped away from Dante at the patting and silently inched back again, looking ever so slightly repulsed by the "cray cray". Just a tad bit.
-*- whisperingNightterror how an you be repulsed by these two /lovely/ individuals?
-*- abreactiveTribunal It really had been getting a little rowdy for his taste, but. The hostess seemed to have a limited affinity for such boisterousness and he, ah, guided Dante (and his little mangy mutt of a tagalong -- ratty brown thing, really) away as soon as the noise grew just a tad too grating for his nerves and ability to study while sitting on the ground in a poorly-lit hallway.
-*- abreactiveTribunal He was getting good at balancing his brother in one arm and all of his books in the other. (And the cur. Whatever.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Not always. Sometimes he was too much of a hassle to bother. But.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Occasionally, he could lend an extra shoulder.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'I will not be in any position in any manner that will please you with regard to that woman. Or, beyond likelihood, any other.' Hmph.
-*- chthonianGunslinger You're really such a peach, you know that? A glowing ray of fuckin' chim chim cher-ee.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Would you prefer to have woken up in a dubious state in the ladies' dormitory?
-*- abreactiveTribunal Quite certain you'd have a fantastic time conning yourself out of that one.
-*- abreactiveTribunal While hung over.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...
-*- chthonianGunslinger Urrrrgh, just-- just-- sh sh shhhh--
-*- ZeeZee is this particular show going to be recorded or should i try to see it live?
-*- whisperingNightterror 'The year has a looong way to go until it endsss, Vergil.'
-*- ZeeZee because i definitely want to see that
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Ohhhh, that party. The one that was so recent he could still taste the lingering musk of booze on his tongue. Now things were starting to get a little clearer.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Just a little, though.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Still.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Still not too much.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Hey, it was a holiday. Everyone deserves to get a little wild and crazy on a holiday, alright? S'why they exist at all.
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'And yet greater opportunity does not increase the chances in the slightest. Any number multiplied by zero remains zero, or perhaps you in your fathomless foolishness are unfamiliar with very basic human mathematics.'
-*- chthonianGunslinger Still, sure was a helluva a time! Least from what he could remember. Which, uh, wasn't a lot.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Never ask and he'll never tell.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Did he even wear a costume? Damn, it only happened just yesterday and he still couldn't remember Adam from Eve.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Probably better that he didn't, honestly. That is, if he felt like being honest.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...wait, what's th'difference again?)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (i know th'lady was like. a real pain in th'poor dude's side or somethin'.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (But what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Right.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger But hell, least he could still stand up straight in the morning. Got a little bit of a headache here and there in the morning, but nothing a handful of asprins couldn't fix. Thank God he had the tolerance of a rhino jammed with two tons worth of tranquilizers. Really came in handy sometimes!
-*- chthonianGunslinger Especially when not everyone came out so lucky.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Yes, some came out permanently scarred by being able to remember all of it.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (If he were still being honest, that was probably his fault too. Damnit, if only he didn't get so shitfaced. Then maybe he could've kept a closer eye on things, and...)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...He'd make up for it.)
-*- PurpleKoopa No onlooker will ever forget that fateful moment where they all butchered Thriller.
-*- PurpleKoopa Some things you just can't drink away.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Anyway, he didn't have a shot in hell at remembering this chick if he couldn't remember the first thing that happened there. She remembered him, though, and that always had a way of making things a little... awkward.
-*- abreactiveTribunal (You didn't do anything. With her, anyway.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Err.)
-*- whisperingNightterror 'Yes I /am/ awarrre of human mathematics, and think you forget aaall the little things life can do to change things. For aaall I care you could just brrrush hands; it would still count. As far as I am concerrrned, at least.'
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...You know how he means.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Not that kind of awkward, doofus.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Nevertheless.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger Don't mind the weird glances and glares between the two, blondie. They don't mean anything, really!
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Really!
<abreactiveTribunal> [ofmg]
-*- PurpleKoopa ...Okay. Don't mind this inquisitive eyebrow raise, then.
-*- abreactiveTribunal It's safe to assume it is, in scientific terms, a
-*- abreactiveTribunal "Twin thing".
-*- chthonianGunslinger Quote unquote.
-*- PurpleKoopa Ah, okay. She'd totally understand what you're talking about if, you know. You were talking about it. 8y
-*- chthonianGunslinger But hey, apparently he didn't remember much of him either! Little more than him, maybe, but still not too much. Might as well milk that for every little drop it was worth. He liked this chick, after all.
<chthonianGunslinger> (*sHE /SHE/)
-*- whisperingNightterror It's okay dear I am getting half the conversation and /I/ do not understand either.
-*- PurpleKoopa i don't remember much of me either, dante))
-*- PurpleKoopa im glad i have u to rely on mr mysterious talkin brain tumor whose existence im totes unaware of
-*- chthonianGunslinger Time to put on that ol' charm again.
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'Any physical contact occurs will be neither of my volition nor remotely acceptable on my part. Hardly a victory by any means.'
-*- chthonianGunslinger "'eeeey, y'went too?" he beamed, making sure to ever so subtly hook his arm around his brother's. Sorry bro, but he ain't stupid. He's keeping you right where he can see you.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Maybe next time, man! Maybe next time.
-*- chthonianGunslinger "now that was some wild party, eh? cray cray don't even begin t'describe it! they're gonna have t'make a new word in th'dictionary f'that one." All things he had absolutely no fucking way to back up, true, but.
-*- chthonianGunslinger It was a Aensland party, okay? He can make an educated guess.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Roxy gets a few light pows pows from his fist just to rub it in. From his free hand, of course. Still ain't stupid, Verge.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Try no, Dante. He's not feeling the "tolerating bullshit brotherly apparent-affection" today. Of course, he'll stay still for now. But don't get your hopes up.
-*- whisperingNightterror 'Maybe, but thaaat will hardly stop me.'
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'I am quite certain I can think of something much more effective for that task.'
-*- chthonianGunslinger "y'know, it ain't easy gettin' into those parties. morgy only invites th'creme de la creme t'her shindigs. she's real picky 'bout her friends like that. y'must be a real good buddy of hers, eh?" Another educated guess, sure, but this one he could back up without a shadow of a doubt. He wanted to say that as a detective, but...
-*- whisperingNightterror 'Ah, how abooout not.'
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Yeah, sure, why not? Friendship was like detective work only ten times more fun!
-*- chthonianGunslinger (And not nearly as likely to get you shitfaced.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger "well," he crooned with a little mocking bow, admiring her as if she was the very Queen of England herself. "any friend of morgy's s'always a friend of mine."
-*- chthonianGunslinger "th'name's dante, n' th'pleasure is all mine."
-*- chthonianGunslinger Bat bat.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ~*~Sparkle sparkle~*~
-*- chthonianGunslinger (If he was lucky, she'd play along and offer her hand. And yeah, maybe he wasn't the luckiest guy around, but...)
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'I have far more reason to do so than any not to. By all means, test it. I'm quite certain I will, with any further compulsion.'
-*- chthonianGunslinger (...He's pretty sure he can bet on this one.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ( B] )
-*- whisperingNightterror 'If you even /try/ I will not hesitate to... redirect you. Prrrobably into the ground.'
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'Your lack of omnipresence effectively nullifies that threat.'
-*- whisperingNightterror 'Who saaaid I needed annnything other then your ownnn two feet?'
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'And how entertaining will I be then?'
-*- whisperingNightterror '...Entertaining enough.'
<PurpleKoopa> Hey hey, he's a friend of Morgy's! Roxy had always found her to be good company, even if her fun-lovin' gamer girl party habits rivaled those of her own. (There was kind of a three-way gaming competition going on between them and that Pyrope girl. Who would come out on top? That's for the history books to decide.)
<PurpleKoopa> (All she knows is this: She is gonna *PWN* at that Gamecube.)
<PurpleKoopa> Roxy smiles like a bona-fide coquette. She's a little flattered by his "th'creme de la creme" comment, though in all honesty, she couldn't care less about who is and isn't on Morrigan's VIP list, unless they've got a good reason for /not/ being there. Just as long as the music's popping, the drinks are flowing, and no one's a heaving bag of dicks,
<PurpleKoopa> the joint is gonna ROCK!
<PurpleKoopa> She doesn't hold her hand out quite yet, but to complement that oh-so /charming/ gesture (a real hambone, this one), she instead holds the sides of her cat t-shirt and tips over in a lavish, overdone, and entirely farcical curtsy. ...Well, almost entirely. (;
<PurpleKoopa> "roxy lalonde atcha soivice!" She tops off her little introduction with a jaunty salute and a faked accent on the end that's more out of Brooklyn than New England. Close enough!
<-> Rory_ is now known as cocksureGuttersnipe
<abreactiveTribunal> [*cocksureGumshoe]
<abreactiveTribunal> [*crammingGumshoe]
-*- PurpleKoopa keep chugging those monster energy drinks]]
<PurpleKoopa> Dante's human armrest is looking as flat as a board over here, so Roxy decides she'd better bring him out in the open. Make him feel welcome, like the arm around the neck's not already a joking attempt at that. The look on his face tells her that he's not really the party-going type, though that's not anything she wasn't clued into.
<abreactiveTribunal> [*cavortingGumshoe (capering?)]
<abreactiveTribunal> [meanwhile Cael]
<abreactiveTribunal> [curtainCall]
<abreactiveTribunal> [charlieChaplain]
<abreactiveTribunal> [charmingCaricature]
<PurpleKoopa> "and whats your name mr sweater vest?" she asks. She probably would've seen him already, or -- hm. Maybe he /was/ there? Last night's still a little blurry for her, and they do kinda look alike. Actually...
<abreactiveTribunal> [I'm sorry it's keeping my mind going]
<abreactiveTribunal> [...curtainCaper?]
-*- PurpleKoopa shouldn't it be curtainCael]]
<abreactiveTribunal> [ofmg]
<abreactiveTribunal> [that wasn't intentional any of the times I've done it by the way]
<abreactiveTribunal> [I keep making that typo for some reason]
<PurpleKoopa> "waaaaaait a minute," she says with a sort of deductive air that her detective roommate would rate as a fair impression.
<PurpleKoopa> "are you guys like"
<PurpleKoopa> "brothers?"
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...Was she still drunk or.
-*- abreactiveTribunal You certainly have a way of picking them, brother.
-*- PurpleKoopa She is like, 99% percent sure that she's not 100% drunk. Believe you me.
<chthonianGunslinger> (oh)
<chthonianGunslinger> (p.s)
-*- PurpleKoopa i liiiiive))
-*- PurpleKoopa did i miss anything beyond ooc))
<-> chthonianGunslinger is now known as cavortingGumshoe
<cavortingGumshoe> (nope!)
<cavortingGumshoe> (just this 8y)
<cavortingGumshoe> (not quite gonna register it though)
<cavortingGumshoe> (i'm still open to ideas)
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...No, for real. Where do you pick up these chicks? It's as if you try to find the most dubious collection of friends and significant others you possibly can.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Vergil's disapproval is immense and resounding like the nasally (Steve Carell) quality of his voice. You cannot escape it, Dante.
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...
-*- PurpleKoopa well that's the least likely person i'd cast as michael scott))
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...
<cavortingGumshoe> (now i can't unimagine vergil as michael scott and it is)
<cavortingGumshoe> (/hilarious/)
-*- PurpleKoopa who's dante then, jim halbert?)
<cavortingGumshoe> (jim is practically dante's spirit animal)
<cavortingGumshoe> (he /lives/ by the "only get excited by things you enjoy and nothing else" creed)
-*- whisperingNightterror By being social, leaving his room like most college studentsss, as well as beinnng generally likable from the get go.
-*- whisperingNightterror His physiiique is quite nice, too.
-*- abreactiveTribunal Disapproval notwithstanding (in this particular court of law, as life with Vergil often became), to his credit, he did not say anything to this effect. Not really, anyway. Truly, a remarkable feat!
-*- abreactiveTribunal "Hardly."
-*- abreactiveTribunal ...okay. Mostly to his credit.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Oh, you little scamp
-*- abreactiveTribunal "I've no relation to this neanderthal --" and here the arm abruptly twisted and was pulled...remarkably smoothly from his unrelation's grip (sorry, runt -- you'll never be able to hold him) "-- I assure you."
-*- whisperingNightterror Nicely done.
-*- whisperingNightterror put the things I've posted in ' ' because I forgot those
-*- whisperingNightterror )
-*- whisperingNightterror and that)
-*- abreactiveTribunal He tugged neatly at his sleeve, raised his newly-freed hand to adjust his hair, and straightened his posture as if it were really possible to do so. The embodiment of formality. "A terribly unfortunate coincidence and nothing more. You are far beyond welcome to take him off of my hands; I'd quite rather wash them of him."
-*- abreactiveTribunal (He's not walking away quite yet, at least.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...He missed spending time with his brother. Though he'd much prefer not to do it in the presence of random virtual strangers or --)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Other unwelcome guests.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Really, the time in which said guests were not a factor seemed far, far too slim -- but he.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...He couldn't. He could not. He wanted to -- wished it wasn't so much risk, the constant stream of comments, what if something happened or what if Dante noticed --)
-*- whisperingNightterror (He hasss not noticed yet, why would he now?)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (They knew each other well. Far too well. Every little speech pattern and tonal quirk, every infuriating and amusing habit -- memorized until they became routine, expected. So expected they couldn't pay them enough conscious thought to remember what they were.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Expertise-induced amnesia, perhaps.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (But, amnesia or no, anything strange was obtrusively so. The slightest hesitation, the smallest oddity, and it was a gaping, seething head wound in a shark tank.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Unavoidable, undeniable -- Dante knew him too well for him to attempt. He could only submit or kick against the prick. Make it hurt to push too hard.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (He knew which one he would be forced to do and he --)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (He'd sooner deceive his brother to the best of his ability, push him away before he ever came close, than do that.)
-*- whisperingNightterror (I perrrsonally would think it'd be fun. Tooo bad you are sssuch a spoiled sport about it.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal 'Should I remind you that I in fact need neither your advice nor your approval? You are a guest, graciously and begrudgingly allowed to be present, but you are not welcome, and your input even less.' Calm, clipped, formal phrasing aside, there was a prickle beneath the words.
-*- whisperingNightterror 'No neeed to; my memory is perrrfectly fine. As isss my input, which I intennnd to continue giving whether you agreee with it or not.'
-*- cavortingGumshoe uRK--
-*- cavortingGumshoe BASTARD--
-*- abreactiveTribunal B]
-*- cavortingGumshoe Of course, being the gentleman that he is, he would never even think of saying that out loud. Not to a lady, no! But.
-*- cavortingGumshoe It took a lot of self-restraint.
-*- cavortingGumshoe A lot.
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Improvement!)
-*- cavortingGumshoe (He tries.)
-*- cavortingGumshoe But that one instant of sheer pain and rage sparkling in his eyes might as well have said it a million times over.
-*- cavortingGumshoe But he bit into his lip, hard enough that it almost bled, and tried his damn hardest to hold back the tears. Sorry, sweet brother of his, but you don't get to enjoy his sweet salty tears. Not today.
-*- abreactiveTribunal (...He's not leaving, okay? He --)
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...And then, just like that, he was composed once more. Slighty pissed, yeah, but subtle about it. Subtly pissed.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Yeah.
-*- cavortingGumshoe (Not so subtle about the way he tried to wriggle out of that armlock though. C'mon, c'mon, c'mooooon--)
-*- cavortingGumshoe (He's gotta mess up sometime.)
-*- abreactiveTribunal (Indeed not, it would seem, dear brother.)
-*- cavortingGumshoe But, subtly pissed or no, he was not gonna break that charming smile. Not in front of the little blondie here, at least. He liked her! She was cute, funny, and friendlier than a coop full of kittens. What wasn't to like?
-*- cavortingGumshoe (Like that's gonna stop him from trying.)
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...Okay, that question was a little outta left field. Wasn't often he heard a question like that. Not since...
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...Ever, really.
<cavortingGumshoe> (oh god no look at all those eLLIPSES)
<cavortingGumshoe> (BAD WRITING AHOY)
<abreactiveTribunal> [shhh no]
<abreactiveTribunal> [he's uncertain how to take it]
-*- cavortingGumshoe It was sort of.
<abreactiveTribunal> [it works fine]
-*- cavortingGumshoe Kind of.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Y'know.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Obvious.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Joesph and his Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat in the middle of the desert obvious.
-*- cavortingGumshoe And they hadn't changed that much, had they?
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...Had they?
-*- cavortingGumshoe ...Naaaaah, no way. You had to be as blind as a bat ass deep in a rhino not to notice that.
-*- whisperingNightterror ((is that an ace ventura reference dantr))
-*- cavortingGumshoe This chick probably just forgot to take her booze goggles off. No big deal. Hangovers had a way of doing that to you, he thinks. Maybe. Probably.
-*- cavortingGumshoe He wouldn't really know!
-*- cavortingGumshoe But the mutt had accidentally mistaken him for his brother just this morning so, you know, there was precedent. Lots of precedent.
-*- cavortingGumshoe But still, like he said, no big deal! That was some crazy party last night, after all. The collateral damage was to be expected. Hell, it was practically demanded!
-*- cavortingGumshoe But it was nothing that a few choice words couldn't solve.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Sorry bro, but as gracefully worded  as your explanation was it just.
-*- cavortingGumshoe Wasn't up to snuff.
-*- cavortingGumshoe But that's okay!
-*- cavortingGumshoe You're probably used to that by now!
-*- cavortingGumshoe "'ey, don't y'be listenin' t'mr darcy here," he said with a cheeky smirk, which was surprisingly considering how he was still trying to escape the vile clutches of his dastardly evil twin. Still no luck on that end. "he's jus' jealous 'cause i wear his face better."
-*- whisperingNightterror That's not aaall you wear better ;]
-*- cavortingGumshoe ~*~sparkly crotch~*~
<cavortingGumshoe> (i have not a single regret)
-*- PurpleKoopa shimmering codpiece of the ☆stars☆
-*- whisperingNightterror oh ye
-*- cavortingGumshoe god bless super tight jeans
-*- whisperingNightterror you know it ;9
-*- cavortingGumshoe "but can y'believe i had t'spend nine months tied up with this stick in th'mud? god, it must've been torture."
-*- cavortingGumshoe "...n' yet i jus' can't stand to tear myself away from my grumpy lil' reflection." And there goes that overly sentimetal mocking little sigh. Siiiiigh. He was still wasn't quite satisfied with his overblown displays of affection, though, so he-- no-- come on--
-*- cavortingGumshoe Just gotta rrrrreach-- uGH--
-*- cavortingGumshoe As it turns out, armlocks were a lot more restricting than originally thought!
-*- chthonianGunslinger Ugh.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Fine, he guesses he'll settle with just the sigh. For now. You hear him? For now. This shit ain't gonna last.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He goes limp, pouting and huffing the same way a toddler might when told that, no, they can't have another cone of ice cream. Huff.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But, like all things, it passes. There's still someone to impress, after all! And that was more than enough to keep his attention.
-*- chthonianGunslinger So smiled and casually waved his hand, as is waving off the embarassing little spectacle that had occured. Nope, didn't happen. Didn't happen at all. And if it did, who cares? Big deal. Yup. "...n' that's why we're out n' 'bout on this beautiful god given sunny day of ours. s' jus' some good ol' fashioned quality family bondin' time. ain't that right, brother dearest?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger Now would be the perfect time to pinch those premature old man cheeks of his but, ah... maybe he'll just lean on him instead. That still works, right? 'Course it does.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Sorry bro, but he meant it when he said they were going out today. Normal people just do not stay huddled up in their rooms all day! S'just isn't healthy!
-*- chthonianGunslinger And.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Sometimes it feels like he's living with a perfect stranger, y'know? And he ain't talkin' 'bout birdbrain. He thought it was a good idea too, by the by. Would've even helped dragged him out if he didn't have to do... well, y'know.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Girlfriend things.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Ehck. Whatever, enough of that. Point is, they're going. End of story, period. Stamp a few acknowledgements on it, maybe a handful of bullshit book club questions, and send that shit downtown. S'done.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He paused, wishing he had his notebook so he could write down that particularly inspired phrase, but shook it off in the end. Eh, he could always write it down later. Right now, he still had a guest to entertain.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (He never got to write it down later.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger "anyway, who cares 'bout all that?" he said, leaning in as he shot one Roxy another one of his patented devilish smiles. "roxy, right? s'real nice name! reminds me of th'police."
-*- chthonianGunslinger A thought suddenly struck him to mention something about how totally and untterly uncool they got, but. He thought better of it. Most people didn't care, he found. Most people hardly ever cared.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Even though they should, ugh.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (What happened to you, Sting? Man, just.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (What happened?)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Heeeey, wait a second. He's heard that name before, hasn't it? Roxy Lalonde. Yeah, yeah, he's definitely heard that before. But where? Where...
<chthonianGunslinger> (every time i use double ellipses for a paragraph i feel like spontaneously combusting)
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Got it. He snaps his fingers with his brilliant discovery, a movement buried so deep down in his subconscious that he probably had no idea that he even did it. Ironic. "'ey, i think i know y'! y'a friend of that jane chick, aren't y'? think she's mentioned y'a couple times or two."
-*- chthonianGunslinger It was the tiniest of deductions, he know, one that probably anyone could make. No big deal. Not really. He knew that, he really did.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...But like hell was he gonna let something so tiny as that stop him from feeling like he was king of the world.
-*- chthonianGunslinger It was a nice feeling.
-*- chthonianGunslinger So sue him.