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Hey! What the hell is this, another invasion?!
You're not creative or anything, but I'll fight you all anyway!!
You're not creative or anything, but I'll fight you all anyway!!
[Somewhere in the city, yet another individual is slowly going out of his mind -- or at least, that's what it feels like. What's a little different (or perhaps not so different) is that Nora knows this feeling.]
... thought I told you to shut up. Not gonna listen to you. Don't gotta listen to anybody here. Don't care what you're saying this time, get out. Get out!
[It's a continuous mutter, countering the insidious whisper in his head. The one telling him unfamiliar things in a familiar voice -- to devour everything because he can, to make them acknowledge his power--
... When yelling at it doesn't work, and tearing apart the first monster he comes across doesn't work, and getting the blood from mostly the monster on shattered rubble and windows still doesn't work--
That's when Nora goes looking for distractions. Fights are distractions -- but what he's currently doing is undoubtedly scoping out the opponent, flitting along semi-stealthily behind the unfortunate individual whose stream or gait or weapon or look (really, he doesn't care which it was) has caught his eye.]
[OOC: Have a Nora!stalker for your actionlogging convenience! You can feel free to discover him or wait until he attacks or something. ;) Up to you. As a side warning, a random
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ridingabicycle may drop in at some point in threads.]
Tags:
- best stalker ever (not),
- déjà vu forever,
- entertainment central for lolis,
- event: mindbreak,
- life's fluffy punching bag,
- not a split personality okay,
- not this shit again,
- stfu already cerberus,
- stupid kazuma,
- there is no cure for fighttard,
- this ninja is pre-emptively fired,
- welcome to pime taradox,
- when the master's away...,
- with great power comes great...
[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--]
--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!!!]
Tags:
- communicator abuse yeahhh,
- cosmic butt,
- déjà vu forever,
- entertainment central for lolis,
- event: basket loli vs. reavers,
- fuck my life back from hell,
- hitting it should fix it,
- my life as a running gag,
- not this shit again,
- shounen retardant meets reavers,
- sudden summer shower,
- what the hell is this post,
- you've gotta be kidding me
[yet another post with no violence done to the communicator! has the apocalypse--
never mind. anyway the owner is currently strolling along the streets, it looks like; you can just catch glimpses of empty shopfronts]
--nice of her to lend me clothes, but I can't keep her brother's stuff forever. This place looks a lot smaller than the last time...
[after a moment, the view swings up as Nora (so he thinks) clicks the communicator on so he's not (presumably) talking to himself -- he's also wearing a new set of clothes... that aren't his] Hey, the shops didn't get fixed at all! They're still all trashed, the hell's up with that? Where'm I supposed to--
[a crackle of static. suddenly, it's raining lions. ... or rather.
whatthefactor.][--it's a fucking huge lion, thank you very much: CRASH.]
... MOTHERFU--
[annnnd Nora lands on the communicator]
[OOC: Commentloggin' with Sho. Feel free to mock him mercilessly over the network, though there'll be an IC delay getting back to you. :p]
Tags:
[for once! the communicator flickers to life with no hint of misuse or abuse, and Nora (back to normal!) is staring bemusedly into it while his face kind of looks like it's trying to go several different ways at once]
That... made no sense at all. I don't get this freakin' city at ALL.
[his face decides! -- it screws up briefly, then smooths out] But whatever, it's all done and over with! I don't care anymore. And look, I got one of these, too--
[a brief cameraswing and you can see what looks like a nondescript package] --came outta nowhere but I bet it's the scien-- [ripping paper... and a sudden resounding silence, and before the camera wobbles back to a narrow-eyed glare you can just catch a glimpse of a colorful package]
... THAT'S NOT FUNNY. I KNOW THIS DIDN'T COME FROM A FUCKIN' SCIENTIST. FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT A DOG--!!
[annnnd on the tail-end of that bellow? you get a prime view of 10 GALLONS OF WATER SUDDENLY DESCENDING OUT OF FUCK-NOWHERE]
[... drip]
[splutter]
[...]
[/transmission cut]
Tags:
[... CRACK.]
[this poor communicator has been through a lot, but today it seems to have been abandoned on the ground; you get a partial view of sky and anonymous buildings in some unidentifiable corner of the city]
--back here! Hey! Stop-- [SMACK.] Ow! I'm not letting you get away!
[the voice is slightly more highpitched than usually comes from this frequency, and presently you hear the light pattering of feet and something red skitters across the ground followed by a small pair of boots and feet]
GET BACK HERE!! [the voice is a lot louder, too, though it lowers to a mutter] Why're there jellies here? Are they even the right jellies?! If they're not her jellies maybe they're tasty...
--wait! No! Come back, I promise I won't eat you! [SMACK.] OW!
[now you get a front-row seat at the epic battle of boypuppy vs. Red Chuchu, as Nora attempts to wrestle, punch and bite the jellycreature into submission while the Chuchu keeps bouncing semi-gleefully all over him -- before abruptly whizzing offscreen]
... DAMN IT! [clearly this kid has never seen a censor; he sits up, grabbing the communicator he's half-sitting on and scrambles off after the jelly] COME BACK, YOU STUPID THING!!!
[OOC: Feel free to comment network-wise or start a commentlog! Nora will be running amok around the city, probably trying to catch jellies or something, who knows. Anything goes. ♥ Please note that he will normally look like this with a pair of snakes for tails.]
[--THUD]
[... after what sounds like the crashlanding of the century, there are a few loud bumps agains the mic; what sounds uncannily like a confused chicken; and finally everything unmuffles as whatever was on the communicator moves off]
O-Ow! What the hell was I-- Hey, what is this? This isn't the cellphone! Where's my freakin'--
[rattle rattle rattle smack]
[BANG BANG BANG BANG]
COUGH IT UP, YOU PIECE OF JUNK! I ACTUALLY NEED THAT THING SOMETIMES!
[...]
All right. Have it your way.
[an intake of breath]
HEY, UGLY! YOU DISGUSTING, HORRIBLE, NO-GOOD, BANANAS-FOR-BRAINS OLD HAG!!
[pant pant]
I BET THIS IS YOU AGAIN, ISN'T IT?! THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!? I DON'T EVEN-- [a pause] ... THIS ISN'T THE DEMON WORLD!
[another pause] So... it's the human world, right? With their dumb sun and everything. But I was just there -- hey, ugly, you better explain! I don't know that many places in the human world, you know!
[...]
... Ugly? [BANG] Hey, is this thing even working? HEY--
[click!]
[have an extreme closeup of one red eye peering suspiciously in general direction of the camera]
[a long moment later, the image tilts wildly as he lets it fall carelessly to the ground]
Useless thing! What am I supposed to--
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