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 Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 1:40 am
Round Eight - Can Things Really Get Any Worse? Honestly?
...well, yeah.
From beneath the desk, there comes the sounds of some vicious battle -- a spitting and a hissing, and a shrieking and a few clangs and thumps throw in for good measure. It sounds as though someone is beating the stuffing out of someone else (no pun intended); and so it seems to be, when a plushie goes sailing over the top of the desk, spilling fluff as it goes, torn from one arm to one foot.
It isn't dead though, no, no -- Kat wasn't lying when she said they were indestructible, apparently. It is still flailing and screeching, and when it finally lands (upside down, against the closet door, with one cuddling pair staring at it and an entire troupe shaking their heads in sympathy), it leaps back to its feet and begins pedaling again for the desk, shaking one stubby arm as though to exclaim, THIS ISN'T OVER YET!
And indeed it isn't. For this rag-tag, torn plushie whistles -- a high, menacing noise that echoes through the room, cutting neatly through every other sound. And each plushie pauses... and glances around... and then begins resolutely marching toward the whistler, no matter what they had been doing beforehand. The canine plushie slumps, its tail between its legs, and glances back apologetically to Elysia before it goes; and the Frenchplush, well, it mutters a few choice words in its native tongue, abandoning its beret with the comforting thought that it can pick up an accessory set somewhere and get another.
It may appear to Aida, as a footnote, that she has indeed chased away the Frenchplush with her fussing. No need to burst her bubble, right?
And the other plushies -- the ones that had been successfully subdued, and were in the process of returning to their sanctum, the closet -- even these pause to stare round at the torn Godzilla, still leaking stuffing. They glance at each other, and the riverdancer (significantly taller than the chanter) snuggles close to its friend, and then the group seems to share a mutual shrug and sigh of resignation; and off they go, marching along to meet with the others.
The torn plushie lifts an arm, and then brings it down sharply enough for it to whistle through the air. It opens its mouth, as though to say something, and then it closes it again, running its velvety tongue along the inside of its mouth. It glares buttony murder across the office to Kat, peeking curiously over her desk; her eyes narrow as they meet its, and the two glower menacingly at each other, before the bond is broken.
Away march the plushies, winding out of the office and vanishing almost the instant they step foot out the door.
Kat leaps to her feet and races to the threshold, glancing forth and back down the hall with a look of pure incredulity. "What -- where -- wh-- WHERE DID THEY GO?" she shouts, and races down first one way and then the other, stamping her feet in agitation. "They were -- they were JUST HERE! What about the ones still in the closet?" And away to said closet she bolts, and throws open the door, to find nothing but...
Cobwebs, and a broom, and a bucket. No plushies to be found, although there are tracks where they have been, but none to attest to their disappearance. Kat stares at this for one long moment, and then sinks to her knees...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
((OHGOD, I FORGOT NATTY! I'M SORRY, NATTY! *adds*))
With the approach of Private Retard-Natty, Soleil suddenly realizes that not everything is as funny as he thought it was a few moments ago. The hatchling says his second word to date -- that being, "GNAAA" -- and scrambles quickly -- away, to the side, anywhere; he isn't picky, not right now.
A heavy, plush-clad weight collides with his tail, however, and the hatchling OOFs as his retreat is so rudely interrupted; his forelegs go flying before him, and his hindlegs go flying back, and he does the only thing he can think of to do in this situation: So-chan wails, and So-chan flails, which are two things that certainly go claw in paw.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 1:55 am
Elysia could only stand, heart broken, as her canine friend went away. Tears began to moisten her facial fur, as she sniffled, trying hard not to cry in front of the big (well, actually, little) person who had caused her to lose her first plushie. (So she still thought.) There was no one to blame this time - he had just left her behind, like she meant nothing.
Garnet looked Aida up and down, and she gave a squeaky vote of approval, "Heh, you're not so bad for a ferret! Much better than worry wart Granite!"
Granite did not care what Garnet was saying about him, he was busy nuzzling up to the obviously hurt Sarling. "It's okay, Elysia. You'll make more friends soon. And who knows, you might see Mr. Pink Dinosaur again."
Accepting the words of her loving Sekkar (and sort of happy that Garnet had, apparently, finally found someone SHE felt she could like), the Stasis Sarling nodded, rubbing a paw over her eyes. "You're right, Granite. I shouldn't be too upset."
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 1:58 am
((Alrights... a small and stupid post to finish up with))
Despite all her ferocity and attacking-ness, it hadn't possibly occured to natty that this taunting little thing would actually... FIGHT BACK. So when suddenly she had a face full of rabid little Sarnin fluff, she was most distressed.
She had hit into something or other as they had both skidded, (having held onto his tail had an effect much like when you grab someone else's hands and twirl around with them.) Somewhat ditzy, she pushed against the object, using it and her feet to clamber back up again. Her stubby-paws waved weakly, but they couldn't possibly detach this wailing flailing thing.
And then, perhaps by coincidence, his paw hooked on her "head" jamming it down over her face.
Suddenly blinded, she reeled round now flailing herself, her stubby hands scrabbling uselessly against this sudden blindfold. For no apparent reason, she ran around, hitting into this and that, and almost toppling over several times. Blindly she zigged and zagged and cartwheeled, not sure whether So-chan was on or not, for who does when their world is cast into blackness?
Her paniced run sent her crashing into the closet, where the minizillas has escaped. Mops and buckets and all kinds of unnamable things fell with a clatter and a crash, effectively (semi) burying her.
((YES IT'S A LAME ENDING. *runs into wall from tiredness*))
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 2:09 am
((Hurray for editing fun! xd ))
Zyta came to a plodding stop as all hell seemed to break loose in the room -- both quietly and flailingly. The giant pinkzilla appeared, at second glance, to be more human than threat -- that was nice to find out, indeed. However, the sudden gathering and disappearing of the pink fiends made her more unsettled than relieved. Giving a small snort, she spread her wings a bit, fluttering them lightly in idle movement.
Phantom watched all of the action silently, "his" beret at last settling on his head. Interesting. It was all veeeery interesting. But not as much as the hat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 2:11 am
((OH GOD I'M SORRY NATTY FORGIVE ME PLEASE I MISSED YOU.
gonk *sucks* gonk
YOU NOW HAVE A FOOTNOTE HOWEVER that you may pose with if you so wish. << >>))
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 2:23 am
[I go sleep now. It's 4:30 in the morning, and my brain don't work so good. XD *will read other responses, if any, tomorrow*]
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 2:24 am
((Ja! Good night, you crazy east-coast person! *snugs Quick to death*))
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 2:27 am
((I EDITS EET. Pretend it's wawesome and cool or something :/
And I must go now too. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 2:31 am
((H'okay... event is closed for tonight!
Come back tomorrow, everyone, for ZEE GRAND FINALE that I have spent days planning. >3
Good night! heart ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:03 pm
Round One - Where Have All the Flowers Plushies Gone?
It is almost the time that it always is -- it is almost the time written down on the sign-up scrolls tacked outside Kat's office, decorated with squiggly smilies and what seems to be a few stick figures of Sarnins raining unholy death upon plushies with little Xes for eyes. The clock seems to be taking a deep breath, readying its chimes for its sixth hour, and all is progressing as it has for the past two days, except...
...Except that Kat's office door is wide open, and there is no one within.
The ballerina herself is pacing -- pacing, pacing -- in front of the observation windows, forth and back, her shuffling wearing an indistinct track in the carpet. She is little but a shadowy silhouette against the setting sun, and her viking helmet gleams like a beacon, light reflecting from each silver stud... it is really quite dramatic. Kat is even muttering to herself, perfectly fitting the role of the crazed general obsessed with her enemy.
There is no office meeting -- no, not today. There are no more chocolate cookies (it seems one beret-clad pixie has eaten them all), and most worrisome of all, there are no plushies to be found anywhere.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:08 pm
((>.> *still deciding whether or not a certain person should make an appearence*))
Epona herself was Curled up on a sofa in the observatory. She wasn't asleep though, She was watching the door of the observatory. As if she was awaiting someone, or just watching in case the plushies burst down the door and attacked. Take your pick.
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:14 pm
Elysia had come to to Jessie's office door more out of force of habit than anything else. The sight of the door being open and the office empty made her tail droop, as if it made for the first time the thought of never seeing another Pink Godzilla plushie more of a reality than it had been a moments prior.
"I'm sorry, Elysia," Granite whispered softly, his high voice truly sympathetic.
"Well, I'm not! Those plushies were CRAZY!" Garnet huffed, flicking her tail. However, the sort of sad silence that seemed to envelop the normally happy Sarling was affecting her too, which was surely shown as she landed to rest on Elysia's head, giving it a pat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:17 pm
Aini lay slumped in a back corner of the observatory, something clutched between her paws. From her suspicious glances around, it was something she didn't want anyone else to know about. The draconic nuzzled between her paws, then looked around again, her jaws working.
Perdita slunk up to Jess along the wall, watching for a moment before aproaching her. "Miss Jessie, Is something wrong? Where did the plushies go?"
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Whimsical Blue Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:21 pm
((Here! o.o *backreads*
EDIT: I'm so used to being late that I didn't even realize it's still round 1. sweatdrop xd ))
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