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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.]
[action]
[The snowball thuds into his palm. It feels like a regular old snowball, though a lot less prone to falling apart and not lumpy and asymmetrical like they usually turn out.]
[Experimentally, he tosses it in the air a couple times. The deeply-ingrained scowl lines on his face fade a little.]
Huh. I haven't chucked one of these around since I was a kid.
[he shoots a glare at Jack]
I don't wanna hear a word about how long ago that must've been.
[action]
Who, me? Lips are sealed.
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[He tosses the snowball in the air.]
I owe you one.
[And wings it at him]
[action]
Consider that your one free shot.
Come on, wind!
[The wind picks him up and he disappears past the top of Blake's house. If Blake goes back inside, that'll be the end of it, but otherwise... well, he might want to keep an eye out. Jack doesn't really play fair.]
[action]
[The wind and snow is picking up. It was summer a minute ago, but a way too damn hot summer, so it's kind of a relief. Blake just zips up the part of his mind that's having a conniption right now]
Get back here! I'm just getting started!
[He ignores exactly how Jack vanished and grabs some snow to make some ammunition]
[action]
Jack himself is now perched above the door to the building and grinning like a devil.]
I forgot how much slower adults are, too.
[action]
[Get ready for his comeback. It is magnificently crafted.]
Oh yeah?
[He's got a couple balls ready, so let's see if the little punk's faster than this]
[action]
Really? That's all you've got? C'mon, Grumpy!
[action]
[Now Blake's gonna have to throw a whole lot more]
[action]
It's not cheating! All's fair in war and snowballs!
[He still has the height advantage up here on the roof, anyway, and he isn't giving that up for anything. He's not THAT nice.]
[action]
[Blake ducks at the counterattack, feeling snowballs patter onto his blocking arms and one brush over the top of his head. He comes up and when he realizes there's a stupid grin on his face, he makes it go away.]
[He gets a good old scowl back and points up at the kid]
And get down from there!
[action]
Come up and make me, gramps!
[action]
[One thing about being up there - not a lot of cover.]
[Blake flings all the snow he can reach. DEATH FROM BELOW.]
[action]
[But then he's too busy laughing to answer properly. There may not be a lot of cover -although diving back from the edge does help him avoid the worst- but it does give him the height advantage. He won't be happy until he gets another down Blake's back!]
[action]
[He dances back, trying to dig it out]
Fuck, that's cold!
[action]
Well, it is snow, y'know?
[action]
[Oddly, he feels a little less like he's losing his mind. Maybe it helps to just treat it like a game for now. He'll focus on being sane later.]
Get down from there before you break your neck, kid.
[action]
Pretty sure that's not possible anymore, but thanks for the concern.
[action]
[His eyebrow twitches slightly] Even if you're ignoring it.
[action]
He stood up with a laugh.]
Wanna bet?
[action]
[suspiciously] Whatever you're thinking, I don't like it.
[action]
And also part of why, when Jack finally steps off the edge, he stops only a few feet down, the wind keeping him happily suspended over nothing, but laughing hard enough that he's not sure he isn't going to have some sort of event.]
[action] 1/2
Holy shit!
[action] 2/2
[stops in midair.]
[Blake stumbles to a halt, staring up at him]
What the fuck?!
Stop laughing!
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I told you. It's magic~
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