Great Scott - Pre Meta RP
“Where is that no good pile of goo?” Myrrh silently wondered aloud. While Daisy technically was humanoid now, and not a pile of goo, that didn’t stop Myrrh from saying that when her friend annoyed her; she did not like to be kept waiting. Of course, she was also less than punctual herself. The only reason she had arrived on time was that someone had set the time ahead on her Ralts watch. Well, technically it wasn’t hers, but possession was 9/10s of the law, right?
Her legs dangling from the roof, she pondered aloud, “I wonder if Daisy remembered to bring the rope?” Tossing her makeshift grappling hook back and forth between her hands, she couldn’t help but think it would be rather useless without a rope. The sun having long since set, she once again muttered, “Where is she?”
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Margarita was never one to stick to a schedule. The young grimer could barely keep the loops and turns of the speedway in her brain straight, let alone tell what two hands in the middle of a fairy circle of numbers meant. However, this time she had been given a very specific time to meet up with her friend and grimer-proclaimed mentor, so she exerted more than her usual amount of effort towards remembering when that was supposed to be, and where.
It wasn't surprising that the purple-banded poison-monster had requested that Nix remind her when it was getting close to the time to meet up with Myrrh. It also proved to be a smart decision, for by the time it had rolled around, Margarita seemed surprised it was even supposed to be
today. She had even nearly forgotten to bring the rope that the spiritomb had requested, and had to backtrack a little to grab it before taking off once more on her way. Considering most of the lengths of rope were being used for tents, she had to bring a rather strong one... that was also particularly thick, and difficult to knot.
With it equipped about her torso like a sash, the grimer tore off for their designated meeting place, Paprika jostled about in her shorts pocket. "Myrrh-Myrrh!" she hollered to the girl as soon as she came into view, still running to catch up, "How'd you get way up there?"
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“I cli…err magic, I used magic to get up here Daisy, though you could probably climb or slurp or whatever it is you do to get up on top of things,” Myrrh replied. Suddenly, she remembered that she had been left waiting, “And where have you been? I have been waiting for ages!” Raising the grappling hook into the air, she added, “You brought the rope right?”
After a moment, she added, “Also, try not to be so loud, this is a stealth mission…You didn’t bring Paprika did you?”
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Sliding to a stop in front of the building, Margarita huffed to catch her breath, placing the palms of her hands on either knee to hold herself somewhat upright. After a few seconds, she was back to her full (diminutive) height, staring up at the spiritomb with wonder, "Oooh... but Myrrh-Myrrh, couldn't you just... magic me up there, too?" It would sure beat figuring out how to scale this thing, and she'd get to see some of that magic in action! Unless it was a levitation trick, of course... the grimer wouldn't really put any skills past the ghost-type. Grabbing hold of the rolled up rope, the grimer worked it over her head, holding it up as demonstration, "Sorry, I almost forgot it and had to run back to get it! I don't have a clock on me to tell when... A o'clock is, either!" A, 8, it was all the same, right? "If I'm late, blame it on Nix! He's got the watch," she grumbled, as though suddenly irritated for the man for the very same thing... despite the fact she just said she had to head back briefly for a mishap of her own.
Blinking, Margarita's eyes briefly diverted to the pocket at her side that currently housed the salt shaker known as Paprika, "I d-- ...No?" She fidgeted, "No, I didn't bring her with me, she insisted she come!" It was totally different! As though avoiding any anger to start off the evening, the grimer looked around for a good place to begin scaling the building. Stealthy... she could do stealthy! Watch this ninja in action!
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“Well, I could, but it might be better to save the magic for later, in case of an emergency.” Shaking her head at the grimer’s comment about almost forgetting the rope, she added, “Well it’s a good thing you didn’t forget it. Toss up an end and I will help you get up here, if you don’t think you can get up on your own. And A o’clock? What are you even talking about? It is 8, the number, not A, a letter. There is no A o’clock Daisy. Can you tell time?” Mumbling to herself, though still loud enough for Margarita to hear, she added, “She can’t tell time? No wonder she is always late.”
Redirecting her voice back to the grimer, she stated, “We need to get you to learn to tell time. Hell, maybe Paprika can help you?” She might as well include the condiment, since the former pile of sludge had insisted on bringing her. “Well, since she tagged along, she better keep quiet, unlike last time. The last thing we need is her sounding the alarm.”
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"Oooh, good point..." Margarita agreed, never stopping to consider that Myrrh would have used it to get herself up with what seemed little effort. Gripping the rope firmly in her hands, most tightly to a single end, she tossed it in a semi-circular fashion over her head and about the shoulders, managing to hit the edge of the side of the roof -- just barely too short of Myrrh to grab ahold of without moving. All the while, she thougthfully discerned the differences between letters and numbers, trying to visualize each of them to get a better grasp on the concept. A's looked like ladders... and a ladder would have been really helpful about now!
At the thought of Paprika teaching Margarita time, the grimer grinned, "She probably could! She's really smart." Probably not as smart as Myrrh-Myrrh, of course, but certainly smarter than the grimer gave herself credit for. "Pfff, Paprika's a super spy. She probably did that to keep us on our toes. This time, we won't get caught!" the girl insisted. She'd become a super spy, too, and then these shenanigans would always go off without a hitch! Whatever these shenanigans happened to be, at least; she wasn't quite sure yet... but she brought plenty of rope! She wasn't hopeless! Again, she tried to toss the rope up, but let the entire mass go this time with as much power as she could muster against the ragdoll-like apparatus, "Fling, don't fail me now!"
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As the rope sailed up to her, Myrrh instantly could tell that it wouldn’t make it far enough, “Don’t you know fling? You should have been able to make that, Daisy. Paprika isn’t distracting you right? Now is not the time to learn to read clocks; we have a mission! A mission some might call impossible, but I dare to dream! We will succeed!” Mumbling to herself as the rope fell down, she stated, “Maybe I should have told her to bring a ladder?”
“Oh sure she is,” Myrrh replied sarcastically, reasonably sure the tone would go over Margarita’s head, “Though not quite as smart as myself, if I do say so myself.” Shaking her head slightly as she recalled the incident in question, the spiritomb girl continued, “She didn’t seem like a super spy that night, when she flew from your hand, through the window, while screaming. We better not get caught, though; this mission is of the utmost importance! As the grimer stated her intent to use fling, the rope sailed past Myrrh and she caught it in her hand. Securing it around her arm, and squaring her feet, she stated, “Ok, come on up.”
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The problem with Margarita's first toss is that she did not think to implement her Fling ability, instead resorting to a blind chuck at the general direction she wanted the rope to land. The
very generalized direction. "I got it!" she insisted, "That was just a warm-up throw! See, now I'll be ready for anything, and be more helpful this time!" She got her mistake for the evening out of the way, so it'd all be uphill from here, right? Maybe she should have brought a motor of some sort, too, if they were going up inclines...
As Myrrh expected, the influences of sarcasm was lost on the grimer on the streets below. She frowned, pouting a bit, "She wanted us to learn how to react under those kinds of circumstances, I'm sure! Prepare for the unexpected, keep your mind open,
feeeel the mission!" Wax on, wax off! Though she wasn't going to argue that Myrrh was probably smarter, for the spiritomb actually made the rounds instead of hiding out incognito -- it was possible Paprika was very much out of practice, out in the field! "Don't worry, she promised she'd stay in my pocket!" the grimer-girl tried to assure, grabbing hold of the offered rope end with a firm grip and scaling the side without too much trouble, "She's only gonna offer suggestions. Don't worry, she's good at that!" Once she reached the edge of the roof, she had a bit of difficulty adjusting her grip to grab the overlooking ledge, a hand scrambling toward the top with little to hold onto for leverage. She was still a small girl, albeit athletic, and the reach was a bit difficult to manage. Flailing the hand a little, she sputtered a strained, "Q-Quick, grab hold!" She wasn't slipping, but it was still a bit uncomfortable!’
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As Margarita climbed the rope, Myrrh tugged on it, pulling her farther up. “So you will be ready for anything? Does that mean you will be expecting the unexpected?” Myrrh teased. As she asked this question, she loosened her grip on the rope, just enough for it to slide a foot or so. Still, even though it was a short distance, it did drive home her point; expect anything.
“Well, just as a warning to her, my first instinct, in that sort of situation, would be to silence the hindrance, perhaps permanently. Though she is your friend, yes? So I was a bit lenient. Still, I would hate to see her have a run in with Special Agent Oregano….” She of course meant Daisy no harm, she was one of her few friends, she did have half a mind to smash that salt shaker, though. It seemed to bring out the destructive side of her friend. In general, this was a side she would not mind, but random destruction and chaos did not sync well with stealth. There was a time and a place for everything. Grabbing her hand, Myrrh pulled up the grimer, “Welcome to the mission.” With a sniff, she added, “Pungent as always. Luckily I don’t think they install the scent sensors till next Tuesday.”
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Focusing on keeping one hand moving in front of the other towards the top, Margarita never caught on to what Myrrh was trying to get to until it was too late. Instead, she flashed a smile, entirely too trusting, "Of course! How else are we gonna-- Eep!" As the rope slid, the grimer clung on tighter for dear life, eyes closed tightly as though not seeing the ground would make it go away. Once she realized what happened, eyes trained downward before scouring up in a flash, "That wasn't funny!" Of course, her tone belied her amusement, with the childish mindset of invincibility long since having took root in her instincts.
Margarita's eyes seemed to grow twice as big with Myrrh's threat, but the girl couldn't find her voice to counter it until she was safely atop the roof, rolling onto her back once she was yanked up. "You wouldn't dare!" she finally managed, "You can't just randomly kill people! We're not assassins!" However, Secret Agent Oregano, that was another story... and she shivered slightly at the thought before propping herself up on her elbows. "Oh... we should have brought perfume, in that case, just to mess with them," she complained, rolling to her feet, "Where do we start?" And what was the rope for? And that claw-looking doohicky next to Myrrh?
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Despite her statement, Myrrh could tell that the grimer was amused by the sudden shock of sliding downward. She was rather certain her friend must think herself invincible. Myrrh couldn’t help but think that her friends views were silly; Myrrh was the invincible one, after all.
“Well, I might not go around randomly killing people and you might not go around killing people at random, but Oregano….Special Agent Oregano….she is an agent of…..CHAOS,” Myrrh explained to the grimer with a smirk. Shaking her head slightly at the grimers next remark, Myrrh added, “Well, I don’t know if we will be going back in there, but I will keep it in mind, if we go some other place with smell sensor.” As she talked, she threaded the rope into the grappling hook and tied it tightly. After tugging to make sure it was secure, she pointed ahead. “See that tower over there? You are going to fling the grappling hook to that ledge up there, then we will swing across over to that balcony; the one above the fence with the barbed wire and all the spikes. See, over there, with the ‘Beware of Houndooms’ sign, and the other sign that says it is electrified?”
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"This is true... the fiend!" Margarita concluded, a stern growl in reaction to the mention of Oregano, "You don't think she'd be here, do you? We need to be on the lookout if she is! Who knows who she would attack, since we're with Paprika!" She wouldn't put literal backstabbing above the secret agent seasoning! Or just blowing up the place, if she was chaotic enough... Her frown immediately dissolved into a grin when Myrrh considered Margarita's perfume idea, glad to know she was not hopeless in coming up with ideas that they could implement at a later point in time.
The grimer watched as Myrrh made quick work transforming the two items into a single grappling hook, taking possession of it eagerly as she trainer her mind with the instructions given. "Wow..." she breathed as she looked at the building, "...ominous." If there was ever a tower that looked more like an evildoer's secret lair, Margarita hadn't seen it in person. She barely offered confirmation before she went to work following through, swinging the grappling hook and getting good momentum going. However, as she released the hook to the tower's indicated ledge, thunder roared minaciously from the skies above, causing Margarita to quietly shriek and toss the hook a little too hard. It landed where it was to go, just as Fling dictated, but one of the hooks lodged quite deep in the stone, deeper than the girl had been aiming to do. She stared disbelieving for a moment, and then turned back to Myrrh, slightly sheepish but played off as though she meant to do that, "Eh... all set! We shouldn't be eaten or electrified this way!" Unless thunder led to lightning, then the fence might not matter...
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“Oregano? Here? I would think not. I have no use for her and, despite her prowess, she does fear me,” Myrrh replied seriously, despite how odd all the facts about oregano might sound, if jumped together, “She may be en embodiment of chaos, but even chaos knows fear in my presence.” At that last boast, she couldn’t help but smirk; she was really getting into it.
Momentary confusion spread throughout the spiritomb as thunder roared through the sky. The weather channel said it would be a clear sky tonight? Not that she watched the weather channel, but one of her roommates had been when she walked through the room. Though, the TV had mentioned strange, sudden storms. Around her house, though, they had been mostly unaffected, but still, she noticed them on her outings. This confusion was wiped away as she bore witness to Margarita’s throw. “Daisy….impressive,” she stated, as the grappling hook sunk into the stone.
Grabbing the end of the rope, she explained, “So first, I will swing across, then I will toss it back, and then you can swing across. Just watch me and you should see how to do it.” Backing up, rope in hand, she prepared to make the jump. Suddenly, as she began to run towards the ledge, a bolt of lightning struck the hook. The current traveled down the rope and into her body. Myrrh flew backwards and landed on the roof with a thud. She lay motionless.
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"So you have Oregano under your thumb, then?" Margarita asked hopefully, "Does that mean you can tell her to lay off Paprika for the time being? This mission is important!" Not that she had any idea what said mission was, but whatever it was, it was surely important! They didn't do unimportant missions, in her book!
Her grin became more convincing with the compliment that Myrrh offered for her throw, "Thanks!" It was simple enough to retrain her thinking to believe that she really
had meant to do that, so the praise hit closer. Her focus readjusted toward the operation more easily with the positivity in tow, the grimer watched the instruction carefully, intent not to fail in their collective objective. Okay... okay, she got that much... seemed pretty straightforward, except for that last part.
Margarita jumped back defensively as the lightning arced along the rope, attacking Myrrh. She watched as the rope fell from easy reach, dangling below its roost on the stone ledge before the grimer-girl had opportunity to attempt a snatch at it. She then turned back to Myrrh, quickly moving to her side and crouching down. "Are... you okay?" she asked, fairly certain that her mentor was even more indestructable than the grimer herself, "I... I'm not sure how you want me to do that. Did you do that with your magic? It looked painful." It also didn't seem to get her any closer to the tower.
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Suddenly, Myrrh’s eyes popped open. “What the hell was that?” Sitting up, she looked down at her body, seeing the rope still held tightly in her hand. “Seriously, what just happened? Was I actually struck by lightning.” At the corner of the vision, she saw the grappling hook. It was a makeshift grappling hook, made of several pieces. The part lodged into the tower separated from the rest of it and a solitary point, still bound to the rope, fell to the ground. “Really? First I get struck by lightning, and then the grappling hook falls, in pieces. “ With an irritated sigh, she began pulling the rope, it might not be whole, but she would still have the rest of the rope and the solitary sharp piece that remained. “Oh, and yeah, that isn’t what I wanted you to copy.”
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Margarita backed off a little from Myrrh as she sat up, avoiding a literal head-on collision despite there being plenty of distance. She watched the confusion unfold, attempting to process what Myrrh was trying to say just happened. "So... that wasn't supposed to happen," Margarita managed to gather, turning back to the stone ledge that still held evidence of what had undoubtedly turned into a lightning rod, "Can you magic us over?" Maybe she just wanted to see Myrrh's floaty powers in action again.
Well this certainly seemed hopeless. With a sigh, the grimer sat down on the roof next to her partner-in-crime, unaware that this was bizarre weather. For all she knew, she just hadn't been paying attention to the clouds rolling in, even if she was pretty sure it had been clear a second ago. "So... want to get dinner?" she offered. Weird, she was suddenly hungry... barbecue sounded nice.
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“No, that was not supposed to happen; it was not part of the plan,” Myrrh replied as she finished pulling in the rope. “And well, for now, the mission is cancelled. We are going to have a bit of a change. Weird, freaky weather is one thing. Weird, freaky weather messing with me? Something else entirely.” After pausing for a moment to stand, she added, “Something must be causing this and that something now has me for an enemy!”
“Yeah, we can get something to eat first though….How does barbeque sound? I could go for some barbeque right about now…and you shouldn’t smite on an empty stomach.” At that, she began to hover off the roof and back to the ground below.
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Margarita seemed to deflate slightly at the results of the expedition, disappointed that the mission was a bust before it even really got off the ground. Literally. "Something causing it? It's not the clouds causing it?" she asked, baffled as she watched Myrrh take a stand. They couldn't very well fight clouds, as far as she knew... did Myrrh have a better idea as to what this was?
However, any tenseness in the air about the whole ordeal immediately evaporated at the mention of food, and the grimer perked right back up. "Ooh, that sounds perfect! I was just thinking the same thing!" she proclaimed gleefully. The girl was quick to follow the ghost-type... until she finally decided to show off her so-called 'magic powers.' Awestruck, Margarita applauded the display, until she realized her dilemma... "Hey, wait! How am I supposed to get down from here?"
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