|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:40 pm
Jerry beamed as Jordan appeared through the portal, giving an enthusiastic wave before giving Marcus's new introduction a fresh TWANG TUM TUM!! Gotta' keep people in the mood, right? And if there wasn't going to be booze, there could at least be psudo-music.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:01 pm
He caught it, looking at the label as he unscrewed the cap.
Cucumber wasn't so bad. Cucumber Pepsi...well, pepsi had a lot of products, he guessed. It looked like carbonated mouthwash. He grinned at Rep as Allan introduced the training fields.
"Maybe after I beat your a** at last man standing."
Not that his track record with last man standing was so great, but the Trials seemed far off. He took an experimental drink of the green stuff. He'd had worse. At least it was wet.
...Were they starting off mono e mono? Marcus stepped up to the plate, rattling off his name and division.
"Get 'im, Marcus!" He called, and then remembering, "....uh, good luck to you too, sir."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:17 pm
It was time for Rep to raise a brow again at Harrison. "Oh reaaally? I don't think you could take me in a fight. For all I know you are totally out of shape with all the standing around you do." He was aware the other man hadn't actually just stood around the sewers but any chance to try and wind someone up was more than worth it.
He did watch him taste the Pepsi though between watching Allan set up the ring for the fight. "Its actually drinkable?"
His attention was hauled back to Allan as he spoke up, having to seriously stifle a laugh as Marcus was hauled up to the plate. He totally ******** deserved it, Rep thought to himself. Totally. He still had a bruise on his chin that said the other man had a good a** kicking overdue.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:37 pm
"Out of shape, s**t." Harrison grinned. "I can take your slow a** any time."
Harrison acknowledged Jordan with a sup nod.
He made a so-so gesture with his hand at the question about the Pepsi's drinkability status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:45 pm
Leon still wanted to punch the DDR machiene to death, or at least to the incapacity to operate.
But the pocari sweat drink he had in his hand was trying to mellow him out.
"So, wheres the beer?" It had to be on someone else s mind besides his own.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 7:48 pm
He couldn't help but crack his knuckles. Well they'd certainly see about that. Sun pride was on the line here and they couldn't very well get beaten in a fight by the moons. "Slow?!" He snorted. "I'm not slow at all. I totally rescued you from those sewers man." Sure, Harrison had been the one who'd texted Jordan, and maybe he'd also been the one plotting out the numbers. But Rep'd been the one killing things..sometimes.
"But its cool, we'll see when you eat those words."
He followed the blonde man's gaze to Jordan and gave the other man a lazy wave.
"Shame Allan doesn't actually have like proper alcohol here. Marcus will probably ******** need some after the beating he's going to take."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:10 pm
Bix was very reluctant to leave the room. He hadn't even gotten a drink with japanese writing! The albino hunter simply watched Marcus and tried not to snicker.
He was failing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:51 pm
Jordan lifted a hand in a lazy wave to Jerry, then wandered over to where Rep and Harrison stood, one corner of his mouth curling up into a faint smirk. "Hey," he said.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:52 pm
The Misty was equal parts relieved and nervous when they were led elsewhere. He suddenly envisioned gladitorial battles to the death and quietly positioned himself by the door Allan led them all through. Dying by Halloween was preferable to homicide.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:08 pm
Marcus just turned his head at Rep and tapped his currently desummoned weapon before facing Allan again.
He kept his promises Rep. He kept them.
|
|
|
|
|
|
iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Zoobey rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-40)
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:10 pm
"You're a funny guy, you know that Marcus?" Allan bowed, once. "Okay, the rules are easy, first person to strike the other person out wins." He flexes with his sword a couple of times, steadied himself-
- And then paused. Some hunter was walking towards them, with honest to god stacks of fresh pizza. Fresh pizza, just wandering up to them through the training fields.
Now, Allan was a man of virtue, but when something, such as food, simply walked on to his doorstep, he was not exactly going to say no. "Wait, pause, pause, time out. Our delivery food has arrived."
Well, he hadn't actually ordered any delivery food, but once again, open invitation. And just to reconfirm that yes, it was their food and no, the pizza delivery man should really not continue walking past them, the Sun Hunter picked up Marcus - who was by no means tiny on any account - and threw the trainee directly at the delivery man.
At least it stopped the pizza from moving further away. OOC ((OOC: Marcus has been thrown: 16 feet right into Dwight)) - ALL MEN please head over HERE to of course, claim what is rightfully yours, that is, the pizza.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:23 pm
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
|
|
|
|
|
|
iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:36 pm
Rep returned to the room a defeated and sullen man.
And got himself another drink of Calpis, which was, given consideration, actually pretty decent despite its dodgy appearance.
And he sipped it all on his own. Pizzaless.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:46 pm
Wilson still didn’t know who had shot him in the back before, but at least now he had completed his task of bringing back some pizza. When he arrived, most of the trainees were still not there. He gave the room a curious glance before placing the pizza near the fridge as he went to retrieve another bottle of tea. Wilson uncapped it and took a large gulp. Ahhh oolong tea.
His attention rapidly switched between a sullen Rep and the pizza he had brought back.
“…Do you want some?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:50 pm
Harrison returned to base, brawling forgotten and mission accomplished. Despite certain bitchy comments about his hair and clothes, he had defended his rightfully-gotten prize down to the last insult.
He had pizza. He had weird green cucumber s**t.
Hell, he might even play some of that weird haunted game.
When he walked into the room, it was in between greedy mouthfuls of Everything On It and then some.
B0nez couldn't eat the pizza, but he could enjoy everything that had just happened on pirating principle.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
