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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:17 pm
Syntax Error had successfully navigated his way through the other hunters, running through corridors he was vaguely familiar with.
Turn left in approximately .05 miles!
His legs were covered in fluffies, and there was a fake tail flailing behind him as he ran, decked out in candy kid gear. There were even glowsticks hanging off his waistband. The construct realised where he was, chirping with glee. He didn't need to eat food, probably, but--!!~
He just wanted to see!~ The tiny weapon-personified stopped short in the middle of the cafeteria, eyes gleaming mischievously, thinking.
A pattern flashed across his skin as he stood still, debating what path of action would cause the most trouble.
Syntax clambered up onto a table, beeping and booping excitedly, completely unintelligible in his rattling off of numbers and strings.
And then he chucked a slice of pie at someone.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:23 pm
It was disturbingly surprising how easily Jezebel had managed to get away from her hunter. First, she'd run full speed, making him chase her. Then, he'd stolen her headphones, and made her chase him around the island a few times. By the time she'd found him, and socked him right in the nuts for his thievery (she would have gone for his face, but he was like a ******** tree, that jerk), she was huffing and puffing her way back inside, and hiding away where he couldn't find her.
The most public place in the building was often the easiest hiding place. She was sitting in plain sight, in the cafeteria, with her wings tucked very tightly behind her. And so far, there was no sign of goo-for-brains.
There was, however, a large slice of sticky blueberry pie hurtling straight for her head.
"What-"
The blue dripped down her pink hair. It was a pretty color mix - but a nasty look for her otherwise.
"WHO THE ******** THREW THAT PIE YOU ARE DEAD ******** DEAD WHO WAS IT SHOW YOURSELF-"
Low profile was over. She was standing on the table, stomping furiously.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:29 pm
Syntax shrieked with glee as his pie hit someone, hiding his face with both hands. Too bad he stuck out like a sore thumb, green and glowing and bright.
Oh look, the nice lady saw him! He waved at her, flailing his arm around.
"Hi!~" Syn chirped, jumping off the table just to circle her, skipping.
"I'm alreADy dEaD!~ We're in BorrRowed BoooOodies!~ Get replacement dash body dot tar dot gee zee!~"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:32 pm
Jezebel's string of curses ended when the obvious culprit started waving at her and circling her table. What a cheeky little s**t! She gaped at him, turned red with fury, before grabbing the first thing on the table she could find - a turkey sandwich that her heels had speared in her rampage - and flinging the entire thing at him.
The good news was that turkey sandwiches are decisively less messy than blueberry pies.
The bad news was that Jezebel had terrible aim.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:55 pm
"Where does a fellow get a bottle of whiskey around here??" Izy bellowed as he entered the cafeteria, his poor, redfaced hunter still tucked neatly into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders. The tall incubus demon looked around, raising a thin eyebrow at the sight of an apparent food fight. Jezebel got a longer glance, appreciation on his sharp face.
"Ahh, and it comes with a show, I see. Really, darkling, why do you not come here more often? I never get to see these things."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 5:56 pm
"SHHH QUIE-"
Was pretty much as far as the request got, from what seemed like a small kid in a cat-eared hoodie playing a video game before a turkey sandwich hit him in the back of the head.
"......"
He ignored it, despite the mustard dripping down the back of their hoodie and continued to attempt to beat his high score on the modified PSP Vita. It looked like he was trying very hard not to cry, though there were already tears welling up in his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 6:14 pm
The beast triumphantly shoved the phone back into the pocket of the spine-torn Sun Hunter Coat, stalking into the cafeteria as he sniffed the air curiously. He was pleased to spy several other weapon-gollems already there. Well, this cold prove fun.
If he didn't have a date.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 6:16 pm
Rep wasn't good at babysitting, and though Tracey was far from a baby, and normally resident in his head, there was something one hundred percent more annoying about someone when they were walking around and making grand effeminate gestures. Everything about Rep's instincts was making him really want to shake him and demand the fallen angel man up a bit and stop being so embarrassing. To avoid this sort of confrontation, he had helpfully suggested that they part ways for a bit.
So Tracey entered the cafeteria alone, long hair trailing behind him and looked horrified at all the airborne food. It could get in someone's hair! Or on their clothes!
"Oh no no, darlings! You shouldn't do that! You'll get the humans in trouble!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 6:44 pm
“Kiddo, you really gotta quit this cookin’ thing because it’s really dull. It makes me want to nod off every time you step into the kitchen, you dig me?” A certain catoblepas roughly pushed his hunter into the cafeteria. “But at the same time I wanna see what’s the fuss over those cookies, kiddo. I gotta see why this kick gets you so stoked.”
Wilson dropped onto the nearest table he could see and then buried his face into his arms. “Gramps I don’t understand you sometimes. You’ve got your own body so can’t you just….go look at the kitchen on your own?” He propped his chin onto his arms and then stared at the other weapons scattered around the cafeteria. Maybe the hunter should have tried to stop the impending food fight from starting.
He didn’t. “Gramps, how about you go join them?” I need a nap. An arm reached down to rub his sore side. Sun Run sucked.
“What? Fine, kiddo. Just cool it, alright? I dig you, so don’t flip your jackin’ wig.” Gramps indignantly answered, his tail flicking. Mumbling to himself like a cranky old man, he stalked off somewhere else and planted himself next to some child with a mustard-covered hoodie.
“Kid, what’s with the waterworks, huh?”
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 6:57 pm
The kid in the cat-eared hoodie sniffled, paused his game, and then wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "........ not crying." He unpaused the game as music started to play along with sounds of sword clashing and deft button clicking. "I shouldn't talk to strangers anyway."
He turned himself away from Gramps, the sandwich still sliding rather slowly and dramatically down his back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:09 pm
"What's this do?" Asked a voice, before a hand reached out and pulled at a switch on the PSP. A hand that happened to belong to a certain carbuncle. A carbuncle who was also currently on the run from a particular moon trainee when he came across the cafeteria and appeared beside the cat eared hooded kid and Gramps.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:12 pm
Gramps didn’t look very impressed as the kid paused his game and then wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He reached up to point near his eye and murmured, “You still got a little bit over there.” Not crying. Right.
He smirked, leaned against the table and lightly tapped the kid on the shoulder. “Didn’t you talk to a stranger just now?” The catoblepas just about spazzed as another kid appeared out of nowhere. “You! Ankle biter! You tryin’ to book it or what?”
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:16 pm
Jezebel stared down at the new owner of the sandwich, and tried, very hard, not to laugh. It helped that she was still dripping in blueberry pie, and that steamed her vanity and injured her pride. She wiped as much of it off of her as possible, and then tied her hair back so that the purple and pink melded together in a glorious fusion of color. She would make this work. Some of it, at least. The stain running down her torn shirt was impossible to hide. "Hey stupid, that sandwich was meant for you. Come here and let me kick your a** in front of this little kid to keep him from stop crying, mmkay?" She landed on her heels when she jumped off of the table, and sauntered right by Izy, giving him a callous grin as her tongue licked the edge of her canines. But she wouldn't be distracted, she seriously had to kick that oddball electric guy's a**. "Hey shiiithead, where'd you go honey?" She bent over to look under the table for Syn.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:25 pm
The PSP screen happily shut "off".
Silence.
The kid golem stared blankly at their screen.
More silence. Blank staring.
He turned the largest tear-filled accusatory eyes to a certain carbuncle and then pulled his hoodie all the way down to cover the top half of his face, shoulders shaking slightly as he sniffled.
Sniffle. Sob. Hiccup.
".... go away."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:38 pm
Locke stood still, grinning down at the screen as it blinked off.
"Hah! Look at that! We beat the boss!" He cheered, slinging an arm around the other boil and cackling at the dark screen. Despite the hooded kid's response, Locke was feeling rather proud of himself. Here people claimed those game thingies to be hard! He must be a pro or something!
"Don't worry! I'll let you beat the next one!" He said, adding hurt to injury and not even realizing it.
As for Gramps--
"Shut it, baldy!" Came the immediate reply, followed by a stuck out tongue.
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