towerofanimus | BUSTIN' OUT, YO

Characters: Rose, Dave, Kanaya -- anyone who passes by after shit hits the fan
Setting: Room 1-01
Format: anything is cool
Summary: Rose and Dave are bustin' out of this tower yo
Warnings: all the puns and all the explosions. also dave has a potty mouth.

After splitting ways, Rose had headed for her room, while Dave went to his. They had to collect their things, after all, if they were going to escape from here.
...Things that Rose actually hadn't bothered to look at yet.
"Hm. "
She was currently wearing her Derse outfit, so it might be a good idea to change out into something more practical. She was rather fond of her more recent outfit with the black dress and pink sash, so perhaps that was included in there-- OH GOD.
Upon opening her storage chest, she was immediately bombarded with a fluffy THING flying at her face. After much scrambling and flailing she wrenched the beast off, only to discover, "Vodka Mutini?" Rose was surprised, to say the least. Pleasantly surprised that is. She had a wonderfully large soft spot for the little kitten, and couldn't help but smile as Mutini purred. "Stay here." She placed the kitten on her bed with a pat, pulling out the aforementioned outfit with a satisfied smirk.
She definitely had time to change before everyone showed up, right?

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[Mixed signals Dave, don't be on your sister, make out with your sister, jeeze, make up your mind]

First you instruct me to not be on her and now you are saying to make out with her. I believe that I cannot do both simultaneously and even if I wanted to partake in such activities now is neither the time nor the place.

Rose, you say now that it will be a single blast. But you will soon be saying that over and over. One use will lead to many more uses and you should not fall under the influence of dark magic. It's dangerous. I must refuse this plan of action.

Kanaya. I will be quite fine. Not to mention, I've already died in our world-- there's not much worse using magic could do.

[And with that happy nugget she points her wand to the wall right above Kanayas bed, sending a giant blast of magic its way.

And successfully incinerates Kanayas whole bed, without a single scratch being made on the wall itself.]

Well shit, good going Rose. You managed to blow up everything except the wall. Fuck, you sure those things aren't broken or something? Aren't they supposed to obliterate like... everything, and not just the alien chick's bed?

[He is slowly backing away from the fire, the heat a friendly reminder of his planet in the Incipisphere and the lava that was constantly threatening to melt and incinerate anything nearby.]

[She calls out as Rose points her wands] Rose!

[Then her bed is gone] I slept there...

Your attempts have shown no results, now please do not dabble into these arts again. If your magic cannot destroy the wall then I suspect very little will.

I... oh my..

My utmost apologies, Kanaya. They must have some sort of magical barricading.

I make no promises I will not engage in my arts, however, I offer you my bed in exchange for the unfortunate demise of your own...

[WOOSP.]

And now you're sharing a bed.

Are you two trying to set me up for lesbian jokes here? Because you're making it way too easy for me to Look, who cares about beds, we're still busting out of here, got it? Maybe this place has a front door, I didn't actually get to the bottom floor. Plus I saw some windows on a lower floor.

You know... we're on the top floor, maybe this was an awful idea even if we could have busted down the wall.

Perhaps the bed will be replaced, but in the mean time we will make due with what we have. No setting up has been done.

[she lets out a sigh and rakes her fingers though her hair]

A front door, while convenient, does not exist. I have searched the tower up and down, even the newer floors, and have found nothing. Only the window washers are allowed outside the tower but I do not believe that they can escape.

Then our next line of action will be to go outside with a window washing job. It sounds as though it is potentially dangerous, so I will offer myself to go.

And in the meantime, I will clean up this mess I have made.

Hell no I'm doing it. You fucking stole my suicide mission already I think you can at least allow me a goddamn window washing mission. I mean this doesn't nearly make up for the fucking "fly into the green sun with a gigantic bomb" mission you took, but hell it can't be much worse.

Shit, the worst hazard of this mission would probably be the outfit. Not nearly as spectacular.

[To Rose] No. [To Dave] No. [To both of them!] Neither of you are participating in this. I will be the one to do it. I am both tougher than you humans and by all means I have already died so there is no worry about losing life.

[Luckily her trunk wasn't ruined in the process, she opens it and takes out a tube of lipstick, after a second it changes into a chainsaw]

While I do not doubt that you both have power, you are still human and your society is not as powerful as my own. I can better take care of myself.

I must insist otherwise, Kanaya. Both of us are already dead aswell, and I was about to complete a suicide mission before we left our world in the first place.

Let me handle this.

Yeah, a suicide mission you stole from me!! Goddamnit I already signed up for this, let me fucking do this. While I have no doubt that your freaky alien society is like the most violent one in all the fucking universes, and I have no doubt that you, Rose, are batshit insane, we already planned for ME to do the deadly shit. I mean Jesus fuck!

Also we're talking about washing fucking windows and god damnit I'm the one who's used to living on the 20th floor of an apartment building several hundred feet high.

[she looks at Dave with a deadly calm gaze] You appear quite eager to die. Rose may be swayed by the dark forces she insists on contacting but to my knowledge you have not dabbled in such arts yourself.

Do you fully insist on this mission?

[She's just gonna sigh. She couldn't see herself winning this argument without yarn ball trickery, but she didn't want to risk getting further on the bad side of either of the two, either.]

I suppose I do owe Dave a suicide mission. [GRUMP GRUMP.]

BUSTIN' OUT, YO

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