002 sorceress; bbs + action

[fotlenke]

BBS:

Does anyone have any tomato seeds on them? I'd love to plant my own little garden and am missing that one, delectable fruit from what I've currently gathered.

Action:

[When you wake in the morning, and start waltzing about campus (especially near the bulletin message board) you may see that someone has tacked a most interesting piece of unsigned art to the wall. Depicted is a cartoonish, colored drawing of a donkey, with the head of...hey, does that guy look familiar?]

Comments

Action;

[seethelanterns]

[Staring at the bulletin board. That face...looks like Ed. Huh.]

Action

[rewritethis]

[At some point in the afternoon (that is, only after everyone and their mother already got a good look), the cartoon is taken down. Whoever did it seems to have been in a hurry; they didn't even remove the tacks first.

What's more, underneath where the picture used to be, there's now a statue of another donkey - about a metre high, surrounded by a shallow crater, and fairly realistic... except for the head, which has long, wavy yellow "hair" and a goofy expression. You'd think someone must have left it here, but if you inspect its feet more closely, it's almost as if it grew out of the floor by itself. Mysterious.

Oh, and there's also a guy in a red coat stomping away from the scene with a face like thunder. Probably unrelated, though.]

Action - this is awesome

[fotlenke]

[About an hour later, after the mysterious artist has passed by to see the new piece of art replacing the previous, there appears to be a floral arrangement growing from a crack in the tiling of the floor. Out of vines and tiny arranged blossoms, there appears to be a scene of a young man with a long braid wearing a long beard, a tall, pointy hat, and bellow him, written in yellow buttercups, is the lettering of I AM A DWARF!]

Action

[rewritethis]

[Half an hour after that, the flowers and vines have disappeared - all that's left under the bulletin board is a jagged hole in the tiling and quite a lot of dust. Seems like this redecorator was none too delicate about removing them, for whatever reason.

The artwork replacing it? Not particularly subtle: a large chalk sketch on the surviving part of the floor, depicting an angry cartoon face (complete with one strand of hair at the top and a braid at the side) sticking its tongue out. The trip wire stretched across it, with one end attached to something resembling a tiny sprinkler head? Maybe slightly moreso.

No, there's no possible way this could go wrong at all! But it is possible that the artist responsible is somewhat closer by than last time, just in case it does. Which is to say, leaning against the wall next to the bulletin board. Screw this hide-and-seek crap.]

Action

[fotlenke]

[A vine starts to poke out from the tiles, making another crack in the floor, it rises tall with several following. One of the vines stretches and wraps about the trip wire...and tugs down.

High up above, concealed, a Vanir woman smirks.]

[rewritethis]

[You didn't think he'd bother standing somewhere he'd get sprayed too, did you? But that wet floor looks a lot more slippery than he'd expected... and even though he spotted those damn vines right away, the stupid plant lady herself is nowhere to be seen. Getting away probably won't be painless.

Oh well. As a smartass he knows once told him, there's no such thing as a cheap shot.]

Plants, weird rock monsters, your family tree... I get it. Hiding's a trend with you, isn't it? No wonder you can't just tell me to my face what your problem is - you don't have the guts.

[fotlenke]

[In the rafters, Sigyn frowns down at Ed's stupid stupid stupid head. She really wants to bop his skull a hundred few times, but she holds back. Giving in to that urge would be practically admitting defeat. So she does what she does best.

She improvises.

Vines near the wall start to poke out, wrapping about Ed's ankles quietly.]

[rewritethis]

[Nothing. So much for cheap. Dammit, she has to be around, otherwise she wouldn't have seen the sprinkler! There aren't even that many places she could be hiding, and he's looked in every direction...

...except up.

Oh. That figures.]

I'm not saying this again, okay? You got a problem with me, spit it out where I can hear you!

[He's more interested in pressing this point than paying attention to his ankles right now.]

[fotlenke]

[She snaps her fingers, a hand on her hip. Her skirt swishes as she walks across the beam.

The vines tighten and pull back.]

Problem.

[rewritethis]

Okay, but why the hell are you -

[He's cut off with a yelp as his feet are yanked from underneath him and he predictably hits the floor, stunned for a moment.]

[fotlenke]

[And now to play the waiting game.

Five, four, three, two...]

BBS

[youngnobelman]

I believe the home economics classes use tomatoes in their gardening project during the appropriate seasons. You could try asking Instructor Pie or Instructor Champloo.

Touma H. Norstein

BBS

[fotlenke]

Oh, is Instructor Pie the pink-haired woman, or the yellow-haired woman?

BBS /jumps in!!

[laughafterme]

Chammy isn't a girl! And if you want some tomato seeds, just come on down to the Home Ec class! I'll dig up some for you!! HAHA! Get it?!

BBS

[youngnobelman]

She has pink hair. [Another lady teaches home ec?]

Touma H. Norstein

[elementofloyalty]

[Ten seconds after zooming past it, Rainbow reverses through the air to regard the 'art' with a frown.]

I'm not sure what this is supposed to mean.

[Someone isn't implying something untoward just because they ended up with like five classes together, are they?!]

hope this isn't threadjacking? |D

[rewritethis]

[No, but someone else walking by is thoroughly resenting the fact that he does have a class to go to right now.]

Why don't you ask her? And then go kick her in the teeth for me.

[elementofloyalty]

Uh, who?

[She's totally lost.]

[rewritethis]

Who do you think? The lady who drew that thing. [Okay, he doesn't know for sure, but it's a pretty safe guess...] Although it beats me why she's the one out for revenge when she attacked me.

[elementofloyalty]

Well who drew it, and why is she attacking you?

[Her confusion is changing to annoyance. Ed is okay in her book. Not, you know, a PFF or anything, but not someone she wants to see attacked!]

[rewritethis]

Hell if I know. And I didn't catch her name. [Pulling a face.] Maybe it's a magic thing. I mean, if you can conjure a bunch of plants out of nowhere, setting them on someone just for asking you to go away makes perfect sense, right?

[elementofloyalty]

Look, don't take this the wrong way, but... were you really grumpy when you asked? You can be kind of grumpy.

[rewritethis]

C'mon, it was a rocket! It was her neck on the line, not mine! What else was I gonna do, kneel down and grovel? [Nope, not resembling that remark at all.]

[elementofloyalty]

You shot a rocket at her.

[Sympathy level: falling!]

[rewritethis]

What? No! Nothing like that! That piece of crap was back on the ground before she even showed up! I just wanted her to keep away from the launchpad so she wouldn't burn herself and blame me for it. And that's a good enough reason to break out the magic flowers, apparently.