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 Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:10 pm
Quinn laid there, on the ground, not quite able to fall asleep but not quite able to get up, and vaguely remembered seeing Vale on the back of the jaguar when he zapped the hell out of it.
How did I do that, anyway?
Getting no response, he decided to get up to talk to Vale. He pushed with his arms, but his elbows buckled on the first few tries. Finally, he managed to sit up, and saw Vale on the ground. The jaguar had disappeared. He crawled his way over to Vale, and poked him, static shocking him a little bit at the touch.
"'M sorry," he mumbled, not really wanting to muster up the energy to talk. He plopped down next to Vale, his arm dropping around the other man's. "But he ******** wit' m' hair."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:20 pm
He coughed, and as hell would have it, a puff of smoke rose into the air.
"God, I hate you," he rasped in pain, shoving weakly at the arm on his (more static shock? you b***h!). "So much. I had it covered, and you electrocuted me, you a**."
He rolled over, staggering to his feet even as heat wafted off him in curls of smoke and sizzling steam. He had to stand, carefully. He felt cooked - as if his insides had been roasted on a goddamn shishkabob.
"All for your stupid hair--" he growled, and got a good look at Quinn (strangely, he couldn't see out of one eye, and couldn't blink it either). He frowned. "It looks good anyv'ay."
Throwing a bitchfit for a haircut that actually made him look better - <******** was a day for ********, ********, ******** felt he deserved it.
"But it doesn't help that you're still stupid," he snarled. "V'andering off into the jungle like a stupidface. Getting into a fight like a stupidhead. Electrocuting me for a haircut like a stupid, like a stupid--- a stupid---"
Valeriu's poor, zapped brain couldn't come up with anything more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:59 pm
Quinn pushed himself up as well. "I didn' electacute you, I electracuted the jaggy. You had a good two n'a half seconds to jump off. What 'appened to your kitty reflexes?" He smiled an equally strong smile back at Vale's frown. He was slowly getting energy back.
"Stupid hair? This is my hair! You know how long it takes to grow that much hair out if you're a normal pers--" He paused. "Really? It looks good?" He felt it with one hand. "Messy. I'll have to get Quetz to even it out, since it was all torn."
Quinn shook his head.
"I'm not stupid! You're stupid. Don't call me stupid."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 3:08 pm
He snarled, and foamed, and couldn't speak through the sheer outrage on his face.
"I had my claws lodged in his throat!" he snapped, shoved Quinn, kicked him for good measure, and bristled furiously. "He v'as dying! I had it covered! That v'as unnecessary and you know it!"
He raged, oh, how he raged.
"And now millions of my future unborn children have been fried to death! Jackass!" Another shove, more outrage, and the shadows were curling around Quinn's feet.
"You're stupid! ******** stupid!" One more shove, and Quinn was falling back into the shadows. "Go home and think about v'hat you've done!" he ranted, even as he banished Quinn from the realm and back to the City.
The middle of the street.
Naked.
He deserved it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 3:14 pm
The first thing that went through Quinn's mind as he was being banished was that Canster was still playing with bugs by his shoes. "********." He noted.
Then, as he appeared on the street, a thought crossed his mind and he snorted.
Wait, Vale actually knows where babies come from? I thought he believed in dialing up the stork on your cell, or something.
Then, he realized he was naked in the middle of the street, back in the city. He looked down.
And paused.
And grinned.
"Hey! I actually sort of tanned!" He fist pumped in the air happily, and began heading home.
He said my hair looked good!
He would have to check it in the mirror. And fix it. And fiddle with it. And mess with it.
New haircuts were always hard.
"Whatchu think you're lookin' at?" He snarled at a woman who was staring at him on his way. "Yeah. That's right. You look away. And I don't care if you're afraid of your baby getting traumatized." He flipped her off once her back was turned.
He felt marvelously empowered.
He beat up a ******** god.
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