by Zev the Reveler Sat Mar 09, 2013 1:55 am
OOS: WARNING
This post is rated AT for Adult Toph.
Someone needs to wash her mouth out with soap
If you are of sensitive sensibilities, skip her part.
I eagerly await your angry Messages.
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[ Skies Above Hei Fon 4, Aboard Misaki-fune: ]
Zev: *Smiles warmly* Thank you very much.
*He summons a small bag to his hand, and tucks the lime inside*
Zev: This'll make a nice lunch for that picnic, later! Tell me anytime you're ready to start training.
Misaki-no-ki: *Gives a faint noise like bells jingling, as more beams of light appear*
Zev: Hahah! Yeah, Namah and I are going on a picnic. We've been had!
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[ Hei Fon 4, Lang City, Street Outside of the Guildhouse: ]
Namah: Well, I -
Toph: Hey! Since your boss is a dead man walking, challenging the dudes who cracked his dad's egg, tell me when he's cornered! I'll straddle his face and give him a last meal!
Namah: *Stares at her, mouth hanging open* ... *Mouth audibly closes with a klik!*
Toph: Hey. I may be blind, but even I can see how this will end up. History repeating itself blah blah blah.
*She proceeds to occupy herself with folding the poster into origami*
Namah: *Stares, dumbstruck* ...I think we punted that line right past the radar.
*Still gobsmacked, she slowly massages the bridge of her nose*
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[ Datrio, West City Bar: ]
Xanxus: The name's Xanxus, like the guy who almost dented in the Vongola Decimo's skull. Also like the guy who could torch this bar in an instant if you call me "kiddo" agai - aagggh...You...Damn...Mist...G... *Falls asleep sitting up*
*Meanwhile, Mist Flames are slowly fading from dancing about his eyes and nose*
Chrome: *Sighs, her earring dimming to normal* I'm sorry. He's been spoiled all his life, and never learned how to manage his anger. At all...And I don't think he likes me, since I'm Tsuna-san's Mist Guardian, and Xanxus feels like he should lead our Family, instead of the Varia.
*She bows her head in apology*
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[ Groularougarn's Planet: ]
Masqueraider: Of course, sir. All is for my Master.
*He strolls through the portal, but not before snapping his fingers to release the pirates*
Captain: I, ahem, exercise me prerogative to remain silent in the face of scrutinization.
Gal: He means we ain't talkin you ####-licking ###-scented #####es!!
Ninja: Yeah what she said!
Groularougarn & Srivalti: *Both glare at them; Grou's eyes glowing orange, Srivalti's yellow-green* Speak softly as your captain when in the presence of dragons. You are safe and sound. Don't make us change that, we implore.
Pirates: *Have all huddled together, terrified into silence*
Srivalti: Hahaaah! All ya have ta do is make yer eyes glow and speak in tandem and errybody pisses 'emselves in fright!
Groularougarn: Quite. *Turns to Malygos* I will permit it - but should any harm come to my flight, none of your men shall leave my planet alive. That is our way.
Latta: *Stands firm alongside her father*
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[ Grassy Planet, Graveyard: ]
*Suddenly, Sarasim gives a whoop, and goes spinning high into the air*
*She lands nimbly atop two ice spikes, balanced perfectly*
Sarasim: We Ecaflip is a nimble people! Think fast! *Throws one card, and keeps the other for herself*
*The card she's thrown persistently floats nearby Geralf*
Sarasim: Show ya face or face disgrace! *Flips her card over, in concert with the other*
*Her card has a white border, and the image of a blue cat in front of an orange and magenta wheel*
*Geralf's card has a white -and- gold border, with the image of a grinning orange cat gazing out by his magenta eyes*
*In an instant, almost all of Geralf's damage to his body is healed*
Sarasim: GOD MOTHER DAMMIIIIIIIIIIT!! *An explosion sends her flipping back*
*She lands on the ground with a thud, head spinning*
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[ Outside of the Guildhall: ]
Kane: Trust me. I can handle myself.
*Suddenly, with a soft laugh, a figure approaches*
Kane: *Siiiigh* Lyram. Good morning. You still play very well.
Lyram: *Has pale, pale skin, a waist-length mane of messy black hair with sheepdoggy bangs, and some kind of narrow, jade green bandana with a geometric pattern of gold squares and triangles across it. Also, has a noticeable gap where the front four teeth would be, wears sandals, wine red yoga pants, and carries an unadorned wooden sitar by side*
Kane: This is Lyram, one of the "strays" that Guildmaster Sarasim has taken in.
Lyram: Hello friends~ *Speaks in a voice that only denotes a high-pitched male or a low-pitched female tone* Guildmaster Sarasim caught wind of a lich and pounced off upon him~
Kane: Oh for the love of - *Whirls on hir* Do you all even know what "lich" means? It means "the penultimate undead." It means "the durability of a dullahan, the unknowability of a will-o'-wisp, the cunning of a wraith, and the bloodthirst of a ghoul." And it also means that Sarasim knows better than to run off on her own.
Lyram: Well I admit, she's a wild card and should have thought this through~~~...
Kane: ...Did you seriously just make a gambling pun?
Lyram: ...But you know I'd never bet against her~
Kane: No. Bad hippie. Bad.
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[ Back at the Graveyard: ]
*Suddenly, Sarasim flips onto her feet*
Sarasim: Gotchaaa! *Throws three cards at once, with immense force*
*On the ground appear three downturned, oversized cards, the leftmost of which Sarasim hops onto*
*It glows green beneath her, and the same card appears overhead which flummoxed her by way of being drawn by Geralf*
*In an instant, blue sparks shoot up and down her body*
Geralf: Methinks you need some thrashin'!!
*She throws a single card, which trails spiralling pebbles*
*It continues to pick up speed...*
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[ Dominaria, Pod: ]
Sumire: *Blushes* V, v, verily...
*As the pod ascends towards the legacy ship, a figure stands below*
Masqueraider: *Watches as the pod escapes - complete with some kind of little face printed on the bottom in russet ink, some kind of horns, crazed, teary eyes, a grin with a lollin tongue, and a pair of spirals on the cheeks*
*He suddenly cackles, where no one can hear him - the metal paneling shudders*
*Behind him appears some kind of deep indigo newt-girl of a kind, with messy black hair - tied back and down in loose pigtails - yellow-orange eyes with regular orange slit pupils, and a grin of sharp little teeth. Atop her head are two tendrils, curving over her head before perking up at the tips behind her crown, and her long, muscular tail is tipped by an arrowhead-like fin. She wears a sleeveless, button-up black vest with a li'l cobalt blue bowtie, pinstriped cyan and dark gray shorts held up by cobalt blue suspenders, and calf-height azure blue boots*
Masqueraider: *Quickly reverts to telepathy* I shall have my Masked Spirit watch over them. Lynvara and Sumire have been important for building camaraderie between their Users.
???: Sweetness. I'll bring the wicked word to Samjam and them. *Her grin grows wider, and her eyes glow with a slightly redder shade* I'll get to work fixin' it up nice between UZ and MY, 'cuz Momma VT don't need no vacations. Even on a vacation I can't help but off some rogue agents! It's just fun for me vlud!
Masqueraider: Excellent. Now, I do not mean to be presumptuous, Madame Archagent, but may I have the honor of cooking you dinner?
Archagent?: Oh, you sweetie you! *Loops her arm in his* I could get to like this treatment! Mwee~heehee!
Masqueraider: *Leads her away, chatting with her via his telepathy*