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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:03 am
(( Your character confuses me.))
He looked at the crazy old man and sighs. "Man you hurt my brain." He said as he put his gun away and walked over to the couch taking a seat.
(( oh its okay. How about I tarde you temorarily my Spirit falcon? and you can call me mr bubbles. Everyone else does.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:09 am
((Call him bubbles, Roy, or Marth. XD As for the koala, ask Hotaru.))
Tac smiled and then looked down to where kwalala should be, and was thoroughly surprised to find a man. With an exclaimation of surprise he threw his gun at Kythe's head, not realizing he could just shoot him instead.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:09 am
-// I don't even wear my Spirit Falcon. Mr. Bubbles? Please, tell me I can just call you Nafarian. //-
One with instincts as quick as Kythe's would probably laugh in this situation; it looked as if the one with the golden weapon purposely fired at the wall. Kythe, being largely ignored, isn't sure if he's glad for that or not--what, with a total of three guns drawn now. A drunk man with a gun and a crazy person with two. Wonderful situation, this is. And somehow, oddly hilarious, as Tac normally is. Kythe figures he'll stay put and watch until he's involved.
And the new one simply walks away, under the aim of a gun. Held by a crazy guy. Yeah, he's definitely drunk. That, or highly illogical. Or, heck, maybe he's crazy too. Kythe's instincts perk up as an object is hurled towards him. Kythe is then forced to chuckle a bit as he catches the firearm, and slides it back towards it's owner across the bar, arching perfectly with it's curve.
"On edge as usual, I see."
-// EDITED. //-
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:13 am
(( LOL call me Mr. Bubbles. Your post made me luagh.))
He burped. He looked at that ceiling thats always there. "Mother ******** stop staring at me!" He roared as he Got his gun back out and shot at the Ceiling. He didn't really care what the outcome was, just as long as he made it hurt. He stared at the stupid koala and pointed the gun back at it for fun.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:20 am
-// Roy or Marth? Ha. Haha. Please, tell me that was a joke, too x3.
I must know what the origin of the name "Mr. Bubbles" is. //-
Okay, apparently the man is drunk and crazy. Go figure. The man points his gun at Kwalala--which a normal human shouldn't know, facing the other way direction as Kythe is--and Kythe sighs a bit as a suddenly unhappy demeanor crosses his face.
"Look, I don't know what your problem with innocent wildlife is, but please, keep your sights off of this koala. You won't land a shot. Trust me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:24 am
(( lol origin, God.))
He groans. "Bitchin Koala annoyed mah Buddeh!" He said in a drunken speech. Suprisingly he wasn't feeling dizzy. He still had his gun aimed at the koala, till the roof he shot landed on his head. "Agh!" He groaned as he fell to the floor with his gun still in hand.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:34 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:37 am
-// I was just thinkin' that. (Okay, sooo... you're a Powerpuff Girl? You like toy smoking pipes? You get blown out of hoops by children? Tell me when I'm warm.) //-
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:39 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:49 am
-// You're made of soapy water? You like to swim? You resemble Bubbles the Monkey? //-
Pitiful... Kythe thinks to himself, wondering what drove this person to get so drunk in the first place. He turns, wondering if the man is still conscious.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:53 am
He pulls on the trigger. He waits for a massive fire but nothing happens. "..." He waits a tad longer. "Pew pew." He says sadly. He stood up. "That ******** hurt." He said putting his gun away. " I need to get drunk so the s**t I do will finally make sense." He mumbled to himself as he went to the bar to go get some moon shine.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:55 am
(( truth is they just said, 'Either I call you roy or bubbles.' I chose Bubbles.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:14 am
(( now everyones dead! gonk ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:19 am
-// Wow... okay then. Bubbles it is, I suppose. Just call me Kythe, should you wish to. //-
Kythe rolls his eyes at that comment. Pretty crude language from this one.
Yeah, a chunk of ceiling from over forty feet above crashing into your skull; who'd expect more than a tickle? Then, he almost laughs at the next, which the man mumbles to himself--and which Kythe hears naturally, without any effort.
Right, destroying brain cells with alcohol, that makes sense of everything. How sadly mistaken a thought that is--Kythe would know from experience.
Not like it's my business, anyway. I'll offer only a warning, as if the man hasn't heard it before. Twisting back so that he's facing the bar, he glances towards the person again.
"You mean to say you aren't drunk yet?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:23 am
-// Sorry I took so long. I'm pretty tired at this point sweatdrop . //-
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