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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]
[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]
When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]
[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]
[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]
[Blake opens the door and steps out.]
[He takes a good look at around.]
[He thinks it over.]
Nope.
[He turns around to go back inside.]
When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]
[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]
[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]
[Blake opens the door and steps out.]
[He takes a good look at around.]
[He thinks it over.]
Nope.
[He turns around to go back inside.]
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IT'S HICCUP. AND A BUNCH OF TERRIBLE TERRORS SCRATCHING TO GET IN.]
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[Blake's gaze is not entirely taking all of this in.]
[all he manages is] Knew I should've used the fucking peephole.
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[Who are...already slinking past Blake, trying to break things. Or looking for food. Or chirrup-growling at each other and winding up for a blast of fire. Really, only the one crawling along Hiccup's shoulder and onto his scalp has some semblance of good behavior.]
Hey! Come on, guys, don't burn the place down.
[Their little buggy eyes practically whine but whyyyyy. In an...incredibly derpy tone.]
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Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey! Get off of there! Goddammit, get your Pokemon out of here!
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[He had to, okay? They were eating all his snacks. Just like how they were now scampering off to find and eat Blake's snacks.]
They're not pokemon, though--they're dragons. Terrible Terrors. Tiny and cute, but definitely live up to their name. Especially when they're in a pack like this.
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[Those are his pretzels! He grabs a broom and tries to swat the things]
Fucking little lizard rodents - whatever they are, step on them!
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Er, I wouldn't do--
[With an indignant
roarsqueaky growl, fwoom! Hope Blake wasn't too attached to that broom, because one of the Terrible Terrors just shot some fire at this new, stick-like enemy.]no subject
[Blake flings the broom down and tries to stomp the fire out. If he stomps on a little monster too, that's a bonus]
Goddamn little fucking twitchy ratlizard son of a bitch!