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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:51 am
Although he lacked the ability to sense fear, Jove paused as Roch began creeping around. His good ear turned, catching the soft crunch sound of boots on the ground, the shifting of balloons inside... And he knew Roch was no longer where he had been before.
He glanced up, keeping himself completely hidden by the crate, and then stuck out his tongue in concentration. He aimed... And then threw a balloon almost straight up in the air. With any luck it would come down right on the other side of the crate!
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:03 am
Roch blinked, watching the water balloon that'd just been tossed with confusion. "Jove... uh... what goes straight up comes straight--"
He stopped as the balloon hit the ground, snickering for a moment before bursting into laughter.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:55 am
While the two others were distracted, Mot swept into action. He snuck close to the cart, grabbing a balloon and skittering back into the bushes.
Tip toe tip toe.
Mot was right behind Roch, slowly standing. He quietly lifted the balloon just behind the Punk's neck.
Then, as quick as he could manage, he pulled at Roch's collar, stuffed the balloon inside and gave his back a hard slap.
SPLASH.
The cowboil booked it for the bushes.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:36 pm
Jove watched his balloon rise up into the air, tail lowly lashing back and forth, almost like an irritated cat. But... It wasn't... It definitely wasn't the right trajectory!
The pup leapt out from behind the crate, barreling headfirst into the fleeing Mot and only just avoiding the explosion from his own backfired throw. Although he didn't weigh much, Jove was capable of reaching ZOOM speeds in a very short distance... Which just happened to be the space between him and the reaper when he started his dash.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:47 pm
Roch lost it. He seriously lost it. The boil started laughing so loudly that he bent over, grabbing his stomach and fighting tears. First the vest thing, then Mot and Jove and their faces and--
He fell onto his side on the ground, roaring with laughter. He should have TOTALLY bought more balloons!!
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:42 am
While Jove was small, it was the speed and angle of their collision that sent Mot to the ground with a startled yelp.
He, too, burst into laughter. Be it because Roch was laughing, or from the adrenaline of their games.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:08 am
Jove stared around, wide-eyed as he tried to figure out what had just happened. There was the balloon, and then he ran out and hit Mot, and then... He had somehow killed them both. He stared at Mot's laughing, and then at Roch's laughing.
They were clearly dying.
The little pup frowned and poked at the reaper half under him from the fall.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:36 am
"Jack I wish I'd recorded that!" Roch said, grinning as he sat up. "You guys want to call it a day for now? We can put the rest of the balloons into an ice chest for later, or something. I bet there's a LOT of interesting things we could do with those," he said evilly.
He sure talked a lot for someone that was dying!
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 3:56 pm
Mot started to ease his laughing, only to get poked by Jove and nearly laugh again. "Don't! That tickles." Mot laughed, inching his way out from under the boil.
"Roch, no! Unless you're planning to make an igloo later." An ice chest? Wouldn't that freeze them? Still, the laughing was infectious. Mot couldn't stop.
Jove looked like he didn't know the meaning of the word fun. "You okay? You're not hurt, are you?" He was frowning and all, so maybe that was it?
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:42 pm
Jove spared both boils alternating glances, Roch as he sat up, Mot as he tried to squirm away. The little pup would be easy to move, with what little weight his ghostly body held, but he obligingly pushed himself off to sit next to the reaper.
Shaking his head, he continued to frown curiously at both boils. Why would Mot think he was hurt? Well, he was sort of banged up from all his recent fights and whatnot, but there were no new hurts, or remarkable ones.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:51 pm
"Nah, you just gotta keep 'em cold for when you throw them at people from the windows," Roch teased. "No, seriously, if you put 'em somewhere cold the balloons stay good. Otherwise they're kinda useless. Or... we could take them into campus and launch them at random passer-bys. Just make sure none of them are fire demons."
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