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x_Nata_x rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Interesting Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:08 pm
Petra had given Christof a slow blink as the larger patchwork came up behind her, looking like some demented version of Bambi during that scene with the pink clouds. It took all her self control not to jerk away from him when he reached around her to show her how to hold the paintball gun, the scene of decomposing flesh wafting into her general vicinity, although surprisingly it was more the psychological thought of 'oh god I am smelling bits of dead people' than the actual smell. She attributed this to the fact that she was likely used to her own undead smell, which only made her blanch further, completely unresponsive as he showed her how to aim, her eyes staring hazily into the dark nothingness. In fact, it was only until she felt the strangest sensation of something brushing up along the side of her breast that she was promptly returned to the present, entire body going stiff as a chill went down her spine.
That was NOT Robert's hand.
Her entire body twitching a little violently (enough to pull the trigger on the paintball gun,) she whirled around to grab Christof by the front of his jacket, a delicate blue flush spreading across her undead cheeks as she covered her molested chest with one arm, the other shoving the patchwork hard back against the cannon. Or at least, she attempted to. Considering his size relative to hers, as well as taking into account that Christof was very muscular at this point... well, it was a hopeless cause. Still, that didn't keep the fire from her eyes, a mixture of horror and disgust making her skin crawl, and there would have been the violent connection of fist to face had she not stopped herself. Aria and Caelius probably wouldn't be pleased if she started a fight and potentially blew her... and possibly their... position. Dropping the fistful of collar she had had in her palm, Petra edged away from him, sorely tempted to shoot the patchwork in his undead groin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:22 pm
Christof gave a squeak through his stitched lips, all three hands suddenly rising into the air defensively as he was shoved away. His own face had flushed a hearty purple-green. What.. .what was wrong? He was doing it all right, wasn't he? You complimented the ghoul and then you.. you... but... The squeak turned into a whimper, hands quickly lowering and the second right arm slipped back under his coat before anyone spotted his new ability to count to fifteen. His hand was still burning, worse now the longer he ignored it. Master Commanded. Under and around the edges of his glove, the lines of markings had begun to glow as though irritated on Barth's behalf.
Hands wringing now in embarrassment, the hunchback suddenly lurched away, uneven shoulders slouched with misery as he abandoned the cannon and the booth completely, so flustered he didn't even stop to see if Mistress had, in fact, come back.
And there were certainly not tears in his eyes, oh no. Not at all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:35 pm
Riley returned just in time to see Christof running away. She had to stop, just a few steps short of entering the booth, to stare at the patchwork in confusion. She was blissfully clueless as to what lurid events had been going on at her booth.
But since Christof was abandoning her, Riley felt it was only right to take on her duties until he felt like coming back. So, she sat on the cannon - that's safe, right? - and lit a match.
Was anyone still interested in trying to shoot these disgusting little plushies? I can guarantee I'm easier than Christof. And you can do it as many times as you want.
.. that came out wrong.
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Robert looked a little starry-eyed as the cannon was shot off multiple times, and he almost wanted to try it himself, but it was hotter to watch Petra do it. He was too short to have witnessed the gropage, but not so short that he didn't catch Petra grabbing the patchwork and eventually scaring him off. He looked up, face crunched up in a ridiculous expression of confusion.
"Whadid I miss?" He held his arms up, requesting a pick-up. Sure, it was still embarrassing. But after a while, he was starting to get used to it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:44 pm
No, 'Cade' did not notice. Candace was too busy having an internal panic attack. She was touching one. She was touching one. She. Was. Touching one! Augh! So gross! So disgusting! She didn't want to touch him, but she had to. Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?! But suddenly the weight against her felt heavier and she blinked, twitching fingers going still against Calder's ears as she looked down to see what was wrong. Did he faint? He said he was fine but he didn't look fine. He looked faint! Was he okay?! Did she need to find some kind of nurse or something?! She couldn't have him passing out on her! She needed him! Minipets, damnit! Minipets! They were the important thing here! That and gathering information, right? If not for the instructors then for herself. She had a feeling this would definitely not be their last trip here.
Sigh.
At the nuzzle and the whisper Candace blinked, ears flicking and head tilting to one side. Okay, so he was definitely feeling loopy. Something was..
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He was acting like a lovesick teenage girl. She could hear Atropos cackling with laughter in her head, the sound ringing in her ears and grating on her very nerves. Shut. Up. She hissed mentally at the overly amused weapon, doing her very best to keep her expression neutral. Couldn't worry Calder. That would be bad. She tilted her head to rest her temple against the top of Calder's head, holding back a sigh as she watched Robert and Freaky Spiked Lizard Thing one-sidedly duke it out. This s**t was hilarious. Why weren't they charging admission? She smirked when he looked in his direction, waving a hand at the tiny gnome. "You're like a large dog trapped in the body of a teeeeeeeeeeeny tiny little puppy. It's adorable." She grinned at Freaky Spiked Lizard Thing's threat. "You should take him home anyway. He's a good lawn ornament."
Suddenly there was cannon fire. Lots of cannon fire. Candace tensed with surprise, her hold around Calder tightening until she relaxed enough to realize it was just a stupid game. She was almost disappointed when the near-fight ended. Damn. Disappointment abounds!
Suddenly Page was flipping out on Monster Guy With The Big Back and Candace whipped her head up with a gasp, giving Calder a nudge. "I'll be right back, darlin'." A bit of the southern twang she tried for years to shove away showed in that and she blushed. "I should go stop...Page..from killing someone." She gave him a quick squeeze before she carefully got him standing on his own again and released him to hurry over, only to watch the Monster Guy With The Big Back run away. Odd...
"Huh...looks like you're more threatening than you look, princess." Stupid aliases. She tensed when she heard a voice in her head. VOICE IN HER HEAD. VOICE IN HER HEAD. And it wasn't Atropos'!
She's back~! Atropos sighed dreamily. Ugh. Now there were two voices in her head. Great. Just. Great. Fantastic. ******** my life.
"I'll try..? What do I do?" She hadn't been paying any attention. Not gonna lie.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:51 pm
"PULL!"
Roch pulled to a stop at the booth, munching on a bag of food from the cafeteria. "Hey! You're doing the cannon thing again?" he asked happily. "I want to play!" He grabbed the nearest paintball gun, and got ready. He was definitely going to do better this time!
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:55 pm
 Riley gave Roch a friendly nod, and lit the fuse for him. Fire at will.BOOM!
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Ice Queen rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 5:56 pm
Roch aimed the gun, pulling the trigger and desperately hoping that talking to Mot would give him some superior aiming skills--
He hit it. He actually hit it. "Holy jack, I did it!!" he said, waving the gun in the air before putting it down (careful not to break it.) "That was awesome!!" he said. "Yeah!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:00 pm
Okay. That didn't look so hard. Hey! This was like training! She could work this to her advantage, picking up a paintball gun and cocking it with a look of determination; she was from a goddamn hick town, of course she knew how to hold a paintball gun. Who didn't?
"PULL!"
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:04 pm
Riley flicked a shiny star from the pile, at Roch. Congratulations, she murmured, as she lit the fuse for another player. BOOM!
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Eight rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:11 pm
She aimed for the plushie...and shot just above it. DAMN!
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:12 pm
Upon seeing Riley take over the cannon, Marosa calmed down a little bit, focusing his attention back where it was supposed to be - not on himself. He stopped tugging on his hair and picked up the gun again, taking a few deep breaths.
He would try again. Simple as that.
"PULL!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:12 pm
Roch caught the star, grinning like he'd won a million seeds. But seriously, who got to shoot cannon cat dolls and got cool purple stars for it? This day rocked! He slipped it into his pocket of prizes and watched for a moment as the next person tried their hand at it. "This one's even better than whacking real cannon cats," he commented happily. "Less clawing at my lip ring."
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:17 pm
Everytime she shot, the plushie never managed to get far. Riley was doing something wrong.. BOOM!
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:19 pm
After failing the first time she tried it, Bea was a bit discouraged. But wait a minute... a student had just won? A small glimmer of hope. Maybe Bea can try again! Riley was at the cannon this time. Maybe she's letting people win? Bea couldn't wait to try it out.
PULL
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:23 pm
Jericho stepped away from his booth briefly and grabbed one of the paintball guns for the hell of it. He just now noticed that Riley was manning the cannon which.. was interesting to say the least. But he supposed that would keep Christof from setting himself on fire by accident.
PULL
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