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 Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 8:37 pm
Stellerite barely managed to avoid the boot, with it grazing her ankle. She hissed in surprise and pain, brow furrowing as she glanced down at the collapsed man on the floor.
This certainly wasn't how she pictured her night going. Figures she wouldn't get a lesson in starseed yanking 101 so she wouldn't have accidentally plunged her hand into the subspace. Still, the petite blonde knew she brought this upon herself by taking the starseed when she withdrew her hand.
Oh well, lesson learned.
Right now she had the butt of a curved stick jabbing her way. "[i[Hey!" She snapped, swatting at it once, twice before her fingers wrapped around it and she tried to yank on it. "This definitely wasn't planned so would you just like chill?" Her voice was shriller than she intended but she was inwardly panicked, struggling how to hand the situation since she quite backed up by a wall with some dude waving a fancy stick in her face.
Instinctively she summoned her lanyard into her hand and whacked at him with the metallic part.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 9:59 pm
Run? Lucas felt like he could barely crawl. That kick had been pretty much all that had been left of whatever energy was in his body. He wanted to pass back out again... Or puke... Or both. With a grunt, he slowly managed to slide his body back away from what looked to be a potential fight. Everything hurt. The car? Kidder... He couldn't even reach his cellphone in this state to text his friend for help, let alone warn him that some crazy s**t was going down in the back alley. Nope, he'd just have to hope this strange shepherd was enough chase off this wolf in cute girl clothing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:42 am
"Last time I ran into one of you jerks, I nearly lost my life and I definitely lost my Ipod" He accused trying to play tug o war for the stick briefly, before deciding that maybe the best course of action was to let her have it... and by that he meant -shove aggressively in her direction-. "So forgive me if I'm pretty short on CHILL when you 'accidentally' ******** up a friend! This is me rolling up the welcome mat! I'm gonna be -that guy- and crash this little date. GO. You're DUMPED. SCRAM!" He tried trying to lean out of the way of the Lanyard, which was just... Well it was more annoying than anything else but man, getting slapped in the face with the little metal bit made his eyes water and smart. He really wasn't sure what to do if she didn't decide to take the invitation to scram. Slut shame her? Insult her outfit? Pull her hair? He was way better at taking punches or avoiding them than doling them out, and he still wasn't sure his muscle mass had recovered enough to be that intimidating anyway, all of which made him feel like this whole 'idiot Shepard outfit' thing was some kind of bizarre form of ... disease or something triggered by having someone else infected manhandle your soul. Though he wasn't clear why that made her presence make him feel... icky, unless it was the nature of this contagion to try and drive off the competition it was creating. Maybe pockets would have felt different if it had been her. He had no idea. He didn't want to be involved enough to HAVE an idea. He just wanted his night back. "AND STOP SLAPPING ME OR BY GOD I WILL BE RUDE ENOUGH TO DESERVE IT."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 9:14 am
"Yeah, well that sounds like a personal problem and maybe you should stop projecting your 'woe is me' crap onto me." Stellerite snapped, just as the page shoved his weapon at her with way more force than she was expecting. She stumbled back, hitting the wall with an oomph, cracking her head against it unpleasantly. "I didn't take anything he can't get back!"
The starseed had already been returned and his energy would come back in a decent amount of time. As far as the woman was concerned, she'd done no wrong. But, she was also the type of girl to think she never did wrong.
Well, she'd come out hoping to do some fabulous making out and accidentally mucked it up. It was all this stupid shepherd dude's fault, he'd been the one creeping.
Huffily she threw the crook on the ground, away from them both as she dared to take a step forward. 'You're already being rude enough!" She shrieked, slapping him an extra time for good measure before trying to dart past. If she purposely shoved her shoulder against whatever part of him she could reach well, it happened.
"God, stupid p***k!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 9:32 am
"Lady you ain't seen nothin' yet." Kidder challenged back, ducking away, somewhat ineffectively, from the whipping lanyard. "I'll woe the HELL out of you I see near him again!" He added, though he was pretty sure that was not a hard bluff to call. Ugh. He had a brief thought that he should try and find out more about this plumbob bullshit, but when someone else had called it souls... One of them was full of it. But then again, he wasn't exactly prepared to sign up for this costume bullshit. Besides what the hell was he supposed to do with the crook? Keep it in his trunk? Strap it to his backpack? This thing was huge and stupid and awkward. He took another jab in her direction, but it was more to hasten her along than to continue the combat, his knuckles white on the crook as he waited for her to leave sight. "Hey, you ok? I mean holy s**t this is not what I signed on for tonight... I said I'd -drive- not chase off... whatever the ******** just happened."
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 9:57 am
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she hurried out of range, glaring at the shepherd dressed man. She was tempted to flip him off but settled for sticking her tongue out at him as she ducked under his neck jab. There was a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it down instead.
It didn't matter, she needed to get herself out of the situation more than she needed to keep slapping him with words.
With her fist balling up her black lanyard in her hand she shook her head and did one of the things she hated doing. She ran. Her heels would probably have blisters by the end of night but as long as she could feel that hazy aura, she ran.
Well, so much for a good night out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 9:19 pm
Looking up at the strange male Lucas just shook his head, trying to force himself to sit up against the wall in his weakened state. "I have no clue who you are, or what you think you signed up for but... Thanks." Lucas said, resting his head against the brick wall as he tried to focus himself. "What even happened? One moment I was getting my game on, the next thing I know I'm watching little miss blonde and cute jam her hand in my chest and I'm... out like a freaking light... ********, everything hurts..." He fumbled, hands almost numb, into his pocket for a cigarette, and was barely able to get it lit his hands were shaking so much. But finally he managed, sucking down the comforting heat. "s**t... Don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up like that, stranger."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 12:31 pm
Stranger? STRANGER? Now did not seem to be the kind of time for that kind of High Noon, western bs humor. "Dude... not funny. It's the same s**t that happened to me. Except they stole my stuff too. I mean if you want to pretend we've never met -fine- but you're the one that decided to rope me into being your designated blackmailer for the night. Oh my god it was so... creepy from this angle. Aren't you glad I decided to step out for a smoke? But I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with this bullshit. Hang it up in the garage? Because I'm sure as hell not planing to go out looking for the Bo Peep signal at night. What the ******** would that even look like? ******** where are my smokes? What the <********/> He barely paused for breath as he jumped tracks with his train of thought, juggling the crook in the fold of his arm as he angrily patted down the costume for his cigarettes, his keys... -anything-. "Jeeze no wonder Batman has so many damn pouches on his belt. Hell I'm starting to sympathize with Liefield designs, at least they can store stuff!" Torvil Distressed Kidder is Distressed
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 8:55 pm
There was a long pause, and a second cig was dug for, lit, and handed to the "strange" man who had saved his life. Lucas was taking a long hard look at him. the words were things that only Kidder would say. But this man wasn't Kidder. He didn't look a damn thing LIKE kidder. "Kidder?" Lucas finaly blurted through clenched lips as he took a long drag on his smoke. "What the ******** man, I can't even tell its you. you look like... I don't even ******** know but you don't look like you." He couldn't explain it, ********, he couldn't even believe it if it weren't for the fact just a minute ago he'd had a hand in his chest. "What the ******** just happened?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 10:14 am
"How do I -not look like me-? I mean obviously the idiot outfit but..." He floundered, waved his hands expressively where worlds failed, and gave the stick a vigorous shake, as though he could throttle some sense out of the aged wood. "This is stupid!!!" He accused it, apparently pointlessly. "I don't know, man, she just... " He mimicked the gesture vaguely, in the air. "And you just..." He gestured to indicate Lucas falling down. "And there was this -idiot thing- just kinda chilling out like -Heyyyyyyyy-, I dare you to ignore the magical bullshit and see what happens', and I mean I wasn't going to grab it, I wanted you to -see- that particular bit of bullshit and then you were... so I just..." Another piece of mute theatre with his hands followed by. "What the ******** am I supposed to do with this thing? I don't want it!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 9:39 pm
Lucas managed a half shrug and he wasn't sure if it was from fatigue or... pain that he couldn't get it up any higher than that. "I don't know, you just... DON'T." He motioned at him. "It's not just the outfit... like... your face just isn't... you." It was hard to explain. "You just look different, if it weren't for the fact that you're talking like Kidder and saying only things Kidder would say I'd think you were a complete stranger." Taking a long drag on his cigarette he finally managed to get himself to his feet. "But ********, I don't want to deal with... magic... s**t... I just want to head home and scream into a six pack of beer. Want to join me?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 9:28 am
"Wow... that's..." He didn't like what that implied. That that girl who'd stuck her hand in his chest and nearly killed him could be anyone on the street and he'd never know. Just -never know-... That his own family might not know him right now if Lucas didn't. "Yeah I definitely want a drink." He agreed. He was a year young but he had absolutely no ******** left to give tonight. "Man this is some Kricheck and those iron type nanobots style ******** up. This is so ******** up." He just wanted to be normal again. He wanted his jeans and his bird and a huge a** barricade in front of the door. He hardly noticed when his outfit actually did transfer back to normal, let alone that it did so well after he had finished arguing with the crook that had started all this. "I mean magic's not -real-, man... but then again people aren't supposed to have goddamn PLUMBOBS in them either." He didn't even KNOW anymore.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 8:46 pm
Lucas did a double take for a moment when the outfit changed and Kidder became... well Kidder, again. He wasn't going to ask questions, he didn't want to know the answers. All he wanted was a nice cold beer, a hot shower, and half an hour to scream silently into the void to ensure himself he wasn't going batshit. Even then, he wasn't completely convinced to his sanity. "Come on, let's get to your car. I'll buy, you drive, you can crash on my couch... Or ******** it, my bed if you want..." At that point, Lucas just needed to know that he wasn't dead. "You cool with that or do we need to pick up your dinosaur too?" He didn't know who was birdsitting the murderturkey, but Lucas already felt bad for them.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 3:24 pm
"Dad's got Boudica." Kidder offered, as the rush of the situation, the adrenaline and accompanying terror and bravado faded out to waves of something that was a little like, but not quite exhaustion. He wanted company, he wanted security, he wanted to confirm his best friend was, in fact, still alive and he wasn't hallucinating it. "And he should still have the list of things she can't have unless he's gotten really dedicated about removing the super glue from the fridge door." Most people would assume he was kidding. He was not kidding. Kidder took the health of his bird rather seriously. "I want to put on the worst comedy I can think of and -erase the past few minutes from my mind forever-. Think we can pencil that in?" He asked, drawing his hands down over his face in exhaustion. At least he had his damn keys back. Good god. Good. GOD. All of it. "Let's just... lets just get out of here."
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