SEVEN.

[failhound]

• VOICE •

[THUNK, CRUNCH.]

[and so at long last! we are back with more comm abuse as Nora's communicator hits something quite solid, knocking it on and straight over to--]


• VIDEO •

--TCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THE DAMN THINGS!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR UGLY MUGS WITHOUT YOU HELPING 'EM ALONG!

HEY, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO--

[okay for the first moment you probably have no way to understand what you're looking at, since everything is at crazy angles. but that is Nora's hand over there and perhaps his knee down there and yes.

something large and dark-colored and organic-looking is flying very fast in this general direction.]

--ME?!!?

[there is a blurry moment where you get the full benefit of closeup on Reaver A's lovely, disfigured face before--

CRUNCH.

In the next frozen moments you realize:

1. Something black and silver and red has just whizzed across the scene and straight into the incoming Reaver.
2. This something has resolved itself into a red-tipped spear with a black handle and silver grip.
3. The Reaver is now a small speck on the horizon.]

... that was cool.

DO IT AGAIN!

[Excited loli has gone to fetcheth another Reaver.]

--Huh? Wait, what do you mean, what're you--

HEY!!

[whatever other objections Nora may have been about to make are cut off as Reaver B comes rocketing down the street. oh boy. but! that's the end of the spectacle, because next moment Nora's foot comes down on the communicator.]

[OOC: REAVER BASEBAAAAAAALL. Red denotes a u_n_asplode, who is now our Designated Reaver Pitcher. ♥ Feel free to spectate/join in/have a Reaver break your window/head/idk. Replies will be sporadic until later tonight due to CLASS!!!]

Comments

[ACTION!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[GLEEEEE. Was she in a bad mood before. It certainly doesn't seem like it now! Except in the...exceptionally violent way she is behaving.

Flandre couldn't find a Reaver this time, though--they're smarter than to hang around when DEATH FROM ABOVE is hanging around too.

So, here Nora! Have a severed arm this time around.]

[ACTION!]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

I SAID WAIT!! Seriously, what the hell are you d--

[In the back of his mind he actually thinks being able to send stuff sailing into the stratosphere with his spear is pretty cool too. Even if it initially happened by accident.

Thus! He will swing and smack the arm away, even if he's busy protesting.]

--THAT'S IT. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

[At least they got rid of some Reavers, those things are freaky and stink like hell and he doesn't like them.]

[ACTION!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Now she is waiting!


...that's not exactly the nicest look on her face, though.]

[ACTION!]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[... Yeah lookin' kinda creepy there, Flan. A lot like the time you red-texted at him.]

... What? What's going on with you now??

[ACTION!]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

Oh

[Flandre has spotted movement...! And no sooner has her head snapped around than she darts off around a corner.


Shortly after--oh look, Reavers can clear buildings with single bounds!

...or the vampire threw it in Nora's last known direction. Most likely the latter.]

[video]

[littlemissfreud.livejournal.com]

[Watching because OH BOY THAT LOOKS FUN.]

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[join ussss this is excellent exercise madam]

What're you looking at?!

[video]

[littlemissfreud.livejournal.com]

[well gosh mister, i dunno about that!]

Whatever you guys are doing, of course.

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[you know you want to]

I'm not doing anything except trying not to get hit in the face! I dunno what she's trying to do.

[video]

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

[CRUNCH PING.]

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[oh you]

... It's not funny!

[video]

[whatthefactor.livejournal.com]

[Have Sho, covered in dirt, blood, and grime. Look who's been having way too much fun.]

Am I laughing?

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

Hmph. No. [BUT YOU LOOK WAY TOO HAPPY for him not to be suspicious currently]

[also you're gross, but it's better than the Reaver closeups he keeps getting]

What'd you do?

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

Gah--

[you startled him thanks :|]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

I WANNA PLAY TOO!

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

IT'S NOT A GAME!!

[to him, anyway, IT'S NOT AS FUN WHEN YOU'RE SUDDENLY DRAFTED]

[ action! ]

[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ is actually out and about. sure, communicators are fine for keeping tabs on people, but nothing beats field experience! but then there are things that are probably better left...alone. like this. ]

Is this a game to you?

[ yes he does sound quite....impressed-but-not-in-a-good-way. ]

[ action! ]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Welcome to Reaver Baseball 101, please watch your head.]

... Hey!! Don't blame me for this, blame HER!

[Teleporting batshit loli where are you THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Just sort of... points vaguely where he saw her last.]

[ action! ]

[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ shame that no one here has insurance. and raising an eyebrow, now. ]

I had not realized you were so much of a child to resort to such excuses.

[ action! ]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Why would you want insurance just so you could be gypped, silly grandma.

Annnnd cue bristling.]

I'M NOT MAKING IT UP!!

[dividend.livejournal.com]

... dare I ask what you're doing?

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

NOT GETTIN' HIT IN THE FACE WITH THOSE THINGS, WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE?!?

[video]

[dividend.livejournal.com]

Are you hitting them?

[video]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[he is very frustrated right now ok] SHE'S the one slinging them all over the damn place!!