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towerofanimus2011-11-29 04:05 am
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sup tower
Characters: Raiden Stahler, god of dice and thunder!! and you too i guess
Setting: dorms and halls n shit
Format: ;D whatever you want bb
Summary: latex outfits kind of suck
Warnings: extreme levels of cool!?! no
Those ceiling tiles are definitely not the right shade of water damaged to be his room. When Raiden's able to move again (geez what, he hasn't gotten sleep paralysis in ages) he rolls off the bed in a mess of covers, and spends a moment wondering what that noise was until he realized that was him that squeaked. Or, more specifically, it was what he was wearing.
So the situation was thus: He was in a strange bed, in a strange place, wearing stranger clothes.
...is it his birthday? Some sort of holiday? Some other arbitrarily important date? This is sort of like how they celebrated his fourteenth birthday, though with less strobe lighting.
In the spirit of figuring out what the weird alternate reality game of the day is, Raiden strides forward into the tower, with the express purpose of finding Richard and throttling his clothes back from him. Unintentional irony is the Stahler way, you see.
...the hell is this thing on his neck?
Setting: dorms and halls n shit
Format: ;D whatever you want bb
Summary: latex outfits kind of suck
Warnings: extreme levels of cool!?! no
Those ceiling tiles are definitely not the right shade of water damaged to be his room. When Raiden's able to move again (geez what, he hasn't gotten sleep paralysis in ages) he rolls off the bed in a mess of covers, and spends a moment wondering what that noise was until he realized that was him that squeaked. Or, more specifically, it was what he was wearing.
So the situation was thus: He was in a strange bed, in a strange place, wearing stranger clothes.
...is it his birthday? Some sort of holiday? Some other arbitrarily important date? This is sort of like how they celebrated his fourteenth birthday, though with less strobe lighting.
In the spirit of figuring out what the weird alternate reality game of the day is, Raiden strides forward into the tower, with the express purpose of finding Richard and throttling his clothes back from him. Unintentional irony is the Stahler way, you see.
...the hell is this thing on his neck?
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Sorry Raiden your initiative feat will not save you now because you are now being tackled joyously by spazzy blue and green things.
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What could it possibly -- oh sweet merciful christ on a cracker
He didn't stand a chance.
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Raiden was...also...still in the condom suit, which ensured that there wouldn't be a lot of dogpiling, from Ammy anyway. Oh god that'd be so awkward!!!!!
"Rai, we found you, you're here, where have you been, I was worried, have you seen Briar?!"
What is breathing.
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"You are OK right also did you bring Skyrim?!"
....What? Ammy had already asked the more important questions.
had to retype this shit so many times
..ah, nevermind, the deed is done, and now he's resorted to nearly knocking everyone over when you both start tackling, and in Echidna's case dogpiling him. Balance of a cat on a hot tin roof, that Stahler.
"Haven't seen hide nor glorious full beard of Briar since waking up here in Case del Kidnapping, not that I've been kicking around here long."
...the Skyrim question takes a beat to answer.
"Bro was gonna go do the whole camping out stores thing for it."
that just means it's now the best it can be
you can thank kyle for that one too"Baw, he's not here? How can we quad it up without Briar?" Ammy huffed, even as he reconsidered. "I guess Dick can't overpower Bri's sheer manly manliness. Or, they don't let you take cats in to slavery with you and Bri broke out with sheer dwarf-like might. None could stand between him and his kittles!!!" Man, some days Ammy wanted to make a comic about Bri's badassity.
"So, how are you enjoying your captivity?" Am made a point of mock-covering his eyes, pointing at Rai's suit. "And please put your normal clothes on, you'll scare the children."
it is beautiful and nothing hurts
"But it is way past the 15th! It must be out already!!" She is now pouting considerably. Not just at lack of Skyrim though, thankfully. "Hmph, I miss Briar and his glorious full beard!" That was kind of halfjoking, so at least she was trying to be optimistic.
"Heehee, maybe scaring children is a hereditary trait!" She added with a giggle. "Please tell Ammy that we are not in slavery so that I can get my five-slave currency!"