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witchesreign2010-10-01 07:57 pm
turnip-rage.livejournal.com) wrote in witchesreign2010-10-01 07:57 pm
espio o8: boing.
[When you live in a place like the Special Zone, strange and unpredictable events happen on a near-constant basis - it was never boring, and any attempt at routine would never fail to be smashed to pieces. If you were lucky, you might get a week of peace, but as a general rule something always happened to ruin it and you never knew what it was going to be.
Espio was so accustomed to that environment that this one was difficult to deal with after a while. His thoughts from the last time compression oddness had gone from "a moment's peace" to "I'm bored, school is dull, Grats are stupid, routine sucks, and if we don't leave Balamb soon I'm going to take over the bridge, knock out the pilot, and fly us somewhere else."
Most people would go and find something fun to do, like card games or music or art or pranks. Espio, however, once classes were finished, decided he was more interested in some mid-corridor acrobatics. This largely involved running up the walls, bouncing between them, and trying to avoiding knocking over whoever's going past.
All while in an agitated mood that will inevitably end up in him yelling at whoever tries talking to him.]
Espio was so accustomed to that environment that this one was difficult to deal with after a while. His thoughts from the last time compression oddness had gone from "a moment's peace" to "I'm bored, school is dull, Grats are stupid, routine sucks, and if we don't leave Balamb soon I'm going to take over the bridge, knock out the pilot, and fly us somewhere else."
Most people would go and find something fun to do, like card games or music or art or pranks. Espio, however, once classes were finished, decided he was more interested in some mid-corridor acrobatics. This largely involved running up the walls, bouncing between them, and trying to avoiding knocking over whoever's going past.
All while in an agitated mood that will inevitably end up in him yelling at whoever tries talking to him.]
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huh, I was right.
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Hey! Get your facts straight!!
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Oh goodness. It had to go!
Grell swings his scythe towards the thing, intent on hacking it up to see if it was just as pink on the inside too!]
Be gone, foul creature!
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No chance! I've been here for months - you can't get rid of me so easily! Certainly not with that thing!
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Grell stumbles at the kick to the back, looking over his shoulder with fire in his green eyes.
Oh, no...you...DIDN'T!
These are his best
Sundayclothes!]There's a first for EVERYTHING!
[Grell charges in with a grin, red hair fluttering everywhere before embedding his rotating blade into the wall, riding atop it straight for the pink thing. You're not the only one who can use walls! Although Grell does leave a trail of damage behind.]
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You're gonna have to actually hit me, first!
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[SIGHS]
Really.
[See, the nice thing about teleportation is being able to teleport to RIGHT WHERE THE PERSON WAS. But As Grell does so, he probably misses by mere centimeters as he drives his chainsaw down from above. He looks around slowly with a feral grin and a giggle.
It doesn't matter if he's invisible or not, but...it's super hard to hit when one is! All about trial an error, really. He's just hoping for a lil blood shed~! ♥]
Come out...come out~. I won't bite~.
[No apologies for the creepy voice!]
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Forgive me if I don't believe you!
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Grell dodges the fist at the last minute, somersaulting backwards along with his chainsaw. He lands gracefully, looking to his enemy.]
I don't eat monsters!
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I'm not a monster!! You've got to have seen me before - I'm a student!!
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[Since when did they let monsters go to school?!]
I've never seen you before in my time here. Luckily. And if I did, we would have been doing this [gestures to the area that was less than pristine now] a lot earlier.
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...why would I bother?
[Keeps his eyes on you, like the kitten Marco calls him.]
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What's going on?
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This hag's decided I'm a monster for some reason!