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!!!]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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!!

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[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ he wouldn't bother with it. as for people whose windows you may be breaking... ]

A hallucination, then? Even though you seem well enough...

[ not that he sounds at all concerned. ]

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[They can just jack an abandoned window, there's plenty.]

She's not a hallucination, she's a vampire! I've met her on these things before... [Rummaging.

...

RUMMAGING.

Oh yeah, where is his communicator?? He blinks and gets down on the ground to start looking for it. NO HE IS NOT SNIFFING FOR IT GET OUT.]

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[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ you, sir, are a problem-solver. kind of. ]

[ waiting patiently now, almost amused. where is nora's invisible friend? ]

[ action! ] NOW WITH MORE THREADJACK

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Over here!

More specifically, up here, flying back over the rooftops. Fetching Reavers is a bit time consuming when they've figured our you're bad news, after all!

Oh, and she's dropping one on Nora's head.]

[ action! ] OH DEAR

[failhound.livejournal.com]

Where the hell'd it-- WHOA!!

[IT'S A GOOD THING HE HAS EXCELLENT REFLEXES DESPITE THE CHIP, BECAUSE OTHERWISE YEAH. REAVERBRAINED IS NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR ANYBODY.

It's practically becoming instinct now to throw himself into a good position from which to swing his arms back, bringing the spear to connect solidly with the incoming Reaver--



Congrats on your front-row seat, Huey. Watch for small flying Reaverbits. Like teeth.]

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[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ taking a step back; even if it's not a problem if it's his own blood, anyone else's would be a hassle. ]

That would explain it.

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[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[...oh, hi. A spectator!

Flandre has now fluttered over to IN YOUR FACE proximity--rather quickly, too. Her eyes are manic, her smile cracked, and she doesn't seem the least bit concerned that there is blood splattered all over her.]

Hello.

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

I TOLD you she was--

[He blinks when he turns to address Huey and sees Flan (who was just over there); well, the loli doesn't look any less crazy than a couple minutes ago. He still has no idea what set her off; maybe she just gets like this whenever things get bad.

Provoking her is also a bad idea, so have lame end.]

--She was the one playing around.

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[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ seemingly not at all concerned about the bloody young girl, though he does regard her with some sense of vague interest, as he now sees who is more responsible for all of this. ]

So it seems.

For you, then...this is a game?

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[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Compleeetely ignoring Nora now. Sorry, puppy.

Her wings aren't threatening to turn red anymore, though.]

Yes~

Do you want to play?

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's never done well at being a wallflower, so he'll just stomp on over. He'll find his communicator eventually.]

Don't just ask random people to let you throw monsters at them! Anyway...

[He looks around warily.]

I think you got all of the ones around here.

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[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ well, at least nora can manage to shove his way back into the conversation. go puppy go. ]

No, I believe that would be best left up to your "friend," here.

[ gesturing to nora, though he is smiling as if he's a friend doing both of them a favor. ]