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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:42 pm
The day was unusually bright and sunny for a late autumn October day, and it did not sit well with a certain little ghost pup. He sat slouched in front of the gym, staring at his feet for the most part, with only the occasional glance up at the students going about their day.
From the look of him, Jove might have been sulking because he had just been beaten up. Beaten up real bad. But even though the pup could be a sore loser at times, today he was just sore and miserable. How was he supposed to practice and get stronger if nobody would fight him? Not even the nastier students would fight him, as though beating up a kid in such poor shape was below them.
Spending this much time back at school, and getting no further ahead for his efforts, it was really starting to wear at him... He was at risk for falling back into the depressive slump that had claimed him immediately after the field trip.
At least, until he saw a very strange sight parade past him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:02 pm
Roch didn't have a little black wagon. He NEEDED a little black wagon, he decided. But for now he would have to do with what he had. That included his skateboard, being pulled by a rope tied around its "truck" and a wooden cart tied to the skateboard. Inside this rickety cart that had the words "Rotten Apples" in faded letters on the side, was a pile of round... jiggly... plastic spheres... of some sort. They seemed to be filled with liquid, which swished back and forth happily with each bump the "wagon" hit, and threatened to fall off.
As Roch walked past Jove he raised a hand, waving at the boil. "Yo, Jove!" he said, as if what he was doing was PERFECTLY normal. The backpack he wore had two plastic tubes connected to strange balls sticking out of the top. That... was strange. But right as the skateboard passed the pup one of the spheres plopped out, hitting the ground and rolling in a strange, wobbly manner until it hit Jove's foot.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:07 pm
Jove blinked, one ear perking, the other twitching in a sad attempt to mimic it's twin. What on earth was that box of things? In a way it reminded Jove of the ball pit he had fallen into during his time in the florestival's haunted house, and when one made a leap for freedom and rolled into him, the pup jerked back as though fearing it would explode into sparkles or something equally unpleasant.
When the wiggly ball of something came to rest without any crazy things happening, Jove shot Roch a weird look. It was mostly confusion, with a bit of worry, and a tiny hint of "So you are trying to kill me after all!"
Frowning down at the water balloon, Jove approached it cautiously, and then gave it the tiniest nudge with his toe before leaping backwards. But when it still didn't do anything, he gave it a harder nudge. What was it? And why did Roch have so many of whatever it was?
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:10 pm
"It's a water balloon," Roch said as he glanced over his shoulder to see what was going on. "You throw it at people, it explodes, and they get soaked in water. Me and the Bandit are gonna have a war! Y'know, since it's pretty hot out today!" he said cheerfully. "You wanna come?"
He seemed to think getting soaked in water was a great idea. In fact, by now, many people had probably realized just how STRANGE Roch's thought processes were.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:15 pm
A... water balloon? Now that he looked at it closer, the wobbly behaviour all made sense, and he could even see the little bit where the balloon had been tied. Balloons by themselves made Jove a little nervous, the way they hovered and drifted, and then occasionally made loud, unexpected noises... But this one didn't seem too bad.
He tentatively picked it up in his hands, his good ear turning even farther forward as he examined it. Would it make a terrible sound if it exploded? The little pup made a worried face, and carefully carried the thing back to Roch's skateboard contraption. "Loud?" He asked, his accent noticeable in the vowels for once, in spite of his very soft tone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:20 pm
"Mmm, nah, not really," Roch said, thinking about it. "It's more... wet and splashy sounding," he said. "Here, I'll show you," he told the boil, grabbing one of the other water balloons and throwing it in front of him. It popped, splashing over the walkway in front of them.
"See? I got some water guns, too!" he went on, pulling out his water gun from his bag and showing it to the pup. He pumped it and squirted water in front of him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:26 pm
The sudden movement and fear of loud balloon noises had Jove leaping behind the box in fright, but the shocking sound never came. Roch was right, they did just sound... splashy. The little pup peeked out, and regarded the wet, ruined balloon on the ground with some curiosity. It looked exactly like a dead balloon would, but... did the water take the sound away?
He watched with even more curiosity as Roch pulled out the gun. It spoke volumes for his comfort level around the reaper that he didn't go diving back behind the box, instead he watched what Roch was doing, and slowly crept back out. That didn't look so bad... He sniffed the air, but all he could smell was the usual scents for the area, rubber, and tap water.
Finally he nodded, and gestured towards the bag, silently asking if he could carry anything.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:30 pm
"Nah, I got it! But if you could follow and get the ones that fall off?" he asked. "I think I left a few of them back there, but I bet someone's found them by now," he said. "We're goin to the Misty Fields," he said as he started walking. "That's where me and Mot do our can shooting, too. We got pellet guns!" he said. "But it's too warm to pass up."
He glanced back at the crate. "I also got some pop and candy in there if you want," he told the pup. "The water keeps the pop cold. It's great!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:02 pm
Mot waited patiently in the Misty Fields, sitting on a fallen tree and swinging his feet merrily. He hummed and whistled to himself to pass the time, eyes pointed toward the sky.
Water balloon fight! He was excited. Roch always had such crazy ideas!
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:32 pm
Jove did as much, trotting along behind the makeshift wagon. His fluffy ears perked at the mention of candy, but it was more out of habit than any real interest. Although food could be good, the little ghost was off it for the time being. That and sleep, both luxuries he wasn't entirely able to enjoy while his heart was troubled.
But wait, shooting? Did Roch just say they were going to go shooting? Jove gave the taller boil a wary look, knowing all too well that this Mot character had gun weapons. It was a look Roch may have recognized from their first meeting, but like that time as well, Jove followed along in spite of his reluctance. He was silent and almost shy as he picked up after the skateboard, and when they finally reached the field, he only peeked around the crate of balloons.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:35 pm
"Oye, Mot! We're here!" Roch said, before promptly throwing a water balloon at the other boil. "Time to cool off!"
Of course, it was totally unfair to attack before the weapons were properly distributed, but it was just SUCH a good opportunity. He hadn't wanted to pass it up!
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:03 pm
"Huh?" Mot barely had time to even turn his head.
SPLOOSH! Water balloon to the face.
Mot yelped, and fell backward off of the fallen tree and onto the ground. The reaper sputtered, getting to his feet and pointing at Roch accusingly. "Cheater!" He laughed, wiping his face with a free hand.
His senses tingled even before Jove peeked from around the corner. "You got yourself a stow away?" He asked curiously.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:40 am
Jove ducked back behind the crate, anticipating a terribly loud bang and maybe some cursing and swearing from the other reaper, but the water balloon sounded about the same as it did hitting the ground. Just splashy. And the reaper... was laughing?
The little ghost peeked around once again, unaware that both boils could not only see him there, but sense his presence. Had he known he might have turned tail and ran right home.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:55 am
Roch lifted a finger to his lips, then moved, peeking around the crate at Jove. "It's okay, buddy, Mot's a lot nicer than I am," he said with a grin. He honestly believed it, too, it sounded in his voice. "His favorite pet's a foxfire, did y'know? Named Foofoo. You should like that, right? And it's REALLY fun to hit him with water balloons!"
Which was somewhat off the subject, but it WAS! Of course, having his back to Mot like this presented the perfect opportunity to steal the water guns sticking out of the backpack on his back. But he was too busy trying to coax Jove into playing to notice.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 11:10 am
Mot lurked watched as Roch turned his back in him, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Quietly he slipped out of his spurred boots, not wanting to make a sound. He tip toed his way up to Roch, quickly pulling one of the water pistols from the other Reaper's back pack.
"Bad move, partner." Mot uttered, pressing the trigger and spraying water on Roch's head of hair.
Yes.. he attacked the hawk.
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