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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:25 pm
Mot sat by the pool side, idly moving one water balloon from one hand to the other, watching Merope set everything up. He enjoyed seeing the dust bunnies panic, a smirk pasted on his features. "After this experiment, I say we write some of this all down. I may forget about it if I don't." This was homework after all. He had almost forgotten.
In fact, it hardly seemed like science at all.
Meh.
"Ready!" Mot held his balloon, staring out at the two boats. Would the bunnies be smart enough to try ad steer the boats? He hoped not. Let them get wet! "Is that a warning or an invitation?" Mot asked, chucking a water balloon at his own bunny's boat.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:41 pm
"Write it down?" Merope looked blank, then looked at what he brought: waterballoons, boats, dust bunnies, towel, clothes... Paper and pencil? Nope, not here. "Er, if you could take notes..." Merope began, embarrassed. "I'll need to write mine down later, or see if Savage would mind if I scribbled everything onto a boat." He did have spare boats, after all. It would be tricky to carve everything into it and not puncture a hole into it though... Besides, would Savage even accept a boat anyway? Probably not, but it was worth a shot.
Following Mot's lead, Merope threw a water balloon at his own boat. He winced when it missed the ship completely, creating a loud splash behind the boat. "Dang! Miss for me. And huh? Warning? For wha- ooooh!" The undead boil grinned as he grabbed another water balloon and threw it, wincing as he missed a second time. "By all means, go for it! Though this is starting to remind me of that one cave troll's dunking booth in Floresctival. Did you play that?" He picked up another water balloon, staring at his boat as if trying to gauge the distance. "I managed to hit him once, and the trick or treater came up with nothing. Kept missing him afterwards, too."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:12 pm
"I'll take the notes then." Mot answered back. He had a small pad of paper and pen in his coat for the occasion anyway. "I'll give them to you to copy later." Or use as reference. Either or. They were partners anyway.
Mot chucked one balloon after another, missing the boats each time. The dust bunnies were getting pissed off and making rude gestures at him. It was worth it even if they didn't sink.
"Ah, nope. I didn't make it to many of the games at the festival. Such a shame." Mot threw another water balloon, nearly hitting one of the boats. "My favorite game was Riley's paintball shooting one." He was also biased.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 8:42 pm
"Sounds good!" Merope laughed, breathing a quick sigh of relief. Without the notes, his report would be filled with quite a bit of ad-libbing. And boats. And sea monsters. And many things that Did Not Happen But Totally Did. And then he would get an F for ~FABULOUS~ but not really because that would be silly.
Merope shook his head. "I didn't see that one," he said, throwing another water balloon. "I played the Trick or Treater booths, then once the Fearados came I was stuck under a booth." Merope made a face, silent as he threw another water balloon. This time the balloon landed close to his boat, the resulting splash nearly capsizing his ship. "Argh! Come onnn," he snapped at it, "Sink alread- HA!"
The undead boil whooped as his last missile hit his boat, snapping the mast clean off and capsizing the boat. Merope winced as he waded over towards his boat, trying to spot the dust bunny.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:36 pm
"Ooh!" He got one! Mot watched eagerly as Merope's hit capsized a boat. otes! He needed notes! The cowboil quickly got out the pad and pen, watching the un-dead swim out to see what was left of the bunny.
"Well? Describe what's happening to it!" Mot asked, ready to write the results.
SCIENCE IS AWESOME.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 2:25 am
Merope reached out towards the wreckage, ignoring the loud cries from the other boat. "Well," he called back, picking the boat up and tipping it over to one side. After the water poured out of it, it took all of the boil's willpower to carefully set it back down on the water, uncrushed and unsunk. "I don't see anyth- wait! Eww."
A large frown tugged his half-lips down as he reached out and scooped up the remains of the bunny, grimacing and holding it up for Mot to see. Just holding it up made half of it sag and fall apart, landing in the water with a repulsive flop. "Grossss! It just fell apart! It's not moving, and I don't see its eyes or tongue anywhere. It's just... wet lint now, I guess? It keeps coming apart, but -- hey! Check it out! I can roll it into a ball!" Merope rubbed his palms together and held up the small wet ball that resulted from it. "Think it'll resurrect itself if it dries?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:31 pm
"Eeeeew!" Mot called out, cringing in place. "Nasty." Wet lint. These guys were obviously weak to water. Definitly worth noting. xxxxxMot wrote this down in his notes.. The reaper lifted his head as Merope began to mold the creature back into a ball; he crinkled his nose at this. xxxxxxHe again wrote this note down.  "Hm.." As much as Mot loved having the dust bunnies stay dead, this was for science---er.. school. "Maybe.. Come here with it. I have matches."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:07 pm
With the rolled up ball in hand, Merope reached out with his other to gently guide Mot's ship back to shore. "Which one d'ya want?" He called, "The wet or the dry one? Here -- I'll bring your's back with me anyway just in case."
The ship was released close to shore, moved and positioned close enough for Merope to retrieve it when needed yet too far for the dust bunny to make a break for it. The undead boil held the wet ball towards Mot for inspection, adding, "Here. Not sure if you're going to set it on fire, but if you are... Let me know so I can duck underwater, okay?" He shivered, adding, "While I may be damp, fire still creeps me out."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:29 pm
"I'll take the wet one." Mot waited for Merope, taking the dry one and stuffing it back into the jar before it could bite him. It bit him anyway. The wet lint ball was set down in front of Mot, who now moved to sit cross legged. He cast a glance at Merope, scratching his cheek. "Hm? Oh.. sorry." Right. Fire and un-deads were not on good terms. The reaper shifted back some, pulling out the matches and getting ready to set one off. "Don't worry, the flame will be small." Mot lit the match, holding it near the ball of lint. Perhaps this was not the fastest method, but he did not have anything else. The lint began to smoke and bubble.. but did not dry. However, a big bubble seemed to be forming, almost as if the lump was breathing. How gross. Mot kept the match there for a while longer, resting a free hand on his chin, looking bored. If this took much longer he would give up--- A gasp for air came from the ball; a soggy, rather gargled gasp for air. The dust bunny started to drag itself away from Mot with its ears, leaving a dirty residue behind him. "....huuuuh..."Mot wrote this down. "Anything else you want to do to them? Personally I think they've had enough." He gave a glance back down to the sopping wet dust mud bunny.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 11:40 pm
“Alright,” Merope acknowledged warily, sinking down into the pool until he slouched at eye-level with the match. The undead kept his gaze on it, fully prepared to duck underwater as soon as it got out of hand. Maybe he would splash water on the fire too, but only after he was fully soaked and inflammable.
But the longer he stared, the more it seemed to... dry out? Despite the flame, Merope couldn’t help but to move closer to peer as the dusty bunny came back to life and began to crawl away from Mot.
“I think we might be good?” He reached over and scooped the bunny up using both hands, unceremoniously dumping it into the jar. “I wanted to see how well they handled boats and water. What about you? Anything else you wanted to know?”
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 4:05 pm
"Naw. I've learned about enough of them." Mot answered. He stretched out and grabbed his own dust bunny, dropping it inside his jar and closing it tightly.
The bunny was seemed to be telling an animated tale of his ordeal to his two buddies.
"Here's what I have so far." Mot held out the note pad for Merope. "You can take it if you want, unless you have an idea of what you want to write for your homework." Whether or not Merope took it, Mot stood, stretching his arms over his head, still holding the jar of misfit bunnies.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:30 pm
Merope shook his head, declining the offer. "Nah. I'm still soaked, I'd probably ruin the entire paper pad. Again." Once was more than enough. The boil moved over to the side of the pool, retrieving the used ships as he went before hauling himself out.
"They're not water proof, can't use boats, and fire dries them out. I think I can remember that," Merope said as he gathered his things. "All that's left is to write up the report and turn it in, yeah? Piece of cake!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:47 pm
"Yup! That's everything." Mot smiled and gave a firm nod of his head.
"I'm off and running now. But hey, you made this homework way more fun than I thought it would be. Thanks, partner." Had he done it himself, it might have involved simple observation and a really boring essay on how much they suck.
Mot gave the un-dead a short wave of his hand, then turning on his heel and setting out. "Later~."
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