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exsiliumlogs2013-06-01 11:49 pm
substitutable) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-01 11:49 pm
Entry tags:
- christopher de red (baccano!),
- ene (kagerou days),
- flora (the winx club),
- jade curtiss (tales of the abyss),
- kaede kaburagi (tiger & bunny),
- kano shuuya (kagerou days),
- kido tsubomi (kagerou days),
- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
- shintaro kisaragi (kagerou days),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- ✝ asch the bloody (tales of the abyss),
- ✝ dave strider (homestuck)
this is the anti-spam log: take 2 [semi-closed]
Date & Time: throughout June; label your own dates!
Location: places!
Characters: the Mekakushi-dan + friends (one-on-one threads, open through plotting!)
Summary:
The virus is spreading, and even the Dan is catching it. And so are their friends. This is whatever they decide to do during June while sick. Prose and action spam friendly!
Location: places!
Characters: the Mekakushi-dan + friends (one-on-one threads, open through plotting!)
Summary:
a collection of threads throughout June following the Dan's activity with one another as well friends connected to the Dan, put into one post to avoid spamming the comms. Sometimes a dan roll call.
Warnings: Uuuuuh idk lots of gross sick people. Dying! Sad teenagers and friends!The virus is spreading, and even the Dan is catching it. And so are their friends. This is whatever they decide to do during June while sick. Prose and action spam friendly!
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Sylladex. Jesus my heart weeps for you poor bastards who have never had the luxury of having one.
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[ She looks over the edge of the rooftop, seeing some guys passing by. ] Anyway, did you find losers from the UE around here?
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[Man, he thought this would be about sicknasty acrobatics and food.
It's probably a good thing that the shades obscure most of his face. He can feel where the thin skin under his eyes feels a little heavy with sudden exhaustion at her question. The last few days have been a bit of a blur, and he can't remember the last time he slept for more than a few hours.
The shades can't obscure the way his shoulders deflate ever so slightly. He recovers quickly though, and tries to pass it off as just rolling his shoulders.]
Nah, not here. Bastards probably know this is a Strider playground and nearly piss themselves at the mere thought of getting within twenty feet of it.
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Speaking of food, a bag will appear seemingly out of nowhere next to her feet, although Dave could easily tie it in to the fact that Kaede glowed blue for several seconds. She focuses on the bag and pulls out one of the containers, which is completely fogged up from the inside. ]
By the way, did you want your food before or after the bet?
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Eh... Dave's seen weirder things. His best bro can basically turn himself into into some sort of buck-toothed leaf on the wind, his twin sister has magical knitting needles, and his best friend was a nuclear physicist at thirteen who could shrink planets and teleport objects for unknown distances. And really, he supposes it isn't that far off from a sylladex.]
Bro always said you should wait thirty minutes after eating before sicknasty acrobatics. [Sarcasm. He wags a finger in a housewifey fashion.] You'll get cramps!
But he crosses his arms and glances around. A small distance away, there's a makeshift poker table created from a large wooden cable reel and a few battered patio chairs. Ten or so feet from that is a small rooftop water tower that doesn't look like it's being used anymore.]
So here's the deal. Gonna get a running headstart from point A [The water tower] and do a fucking magical pirouette so sicknasty that you'll wish you were old enough to drop your panties at a rock concert all the way to point B [the table] but since you're not we'll celebrate with awesome food instead.
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She rolls her eyes lightly at the waiting-after-eating tips, but there is a smile on her face. ] That's what my dad always said when I was swimming, or ice skating.
[ Her eyes follow his fingers as he lays out his path, and a grin spreads out on her face as she claps her hands together. ] I'm excited to see you in action! Don't trip and fall on your face from nerves now, Dave.
1/2; so I had to RNG whether or not the shades would fall off....
Well shit, don't piss yourself over it like some over-excited teacup chihuahua. The only thing more embarrassing than me falling on my face from nerves will be you eating rooftop when you slip on your own piddle.
[He offers her a grin for it, though, and immediately breaks into a spring toward the water tower. The sprint turns into something that can only be described as a flash -- it's far too fast to catch -- before he's leaping into the air and bounding off of one of the water tower supports...]
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There's a certain amount of overestimation in the leap from the water tower to the cable reel, and thus he doesn't land in the center of the reel like he had intended. Instead, he lands right on the edge of it. The whole thing tips sideways under his weight, and clatters into one of the chairs. While he doesn't fall, he has to hop sideways to keep from slipping.
But, he makes the land, and when he does he crosses his arms. And smirks.
The shades are still on.]
LMAO a+ dedication to the bet 10/10
So far, so good! She could only hope to have such a great run outside of the ice rink and sans her Initiative powers.
And then the very tiny mistake happens. She so expects him to eat it — although she's hoping he doesn't — and he manages to recover nicely.
The shades are still on, crap!!
She gives him a one-woman round of applause while being dramatic and rolling her eyes. ]
Well, I guess your sicknasty acrobatics and me acknowledging that they are, indeed, sicknasty are going to boost your ego to be twice the size of the island, especially since you win the bet.
Maybe next time they'll fall off, idk xD
See, I totally already knew my sicknasty acrobatics were all kinds of sicknasty, so there wasn't much of a point to prove something that's already been proven. [He nonchalantly shrugs a shoulder.] To be fair, though, claiming anything sicknasty is a pretty big deal, so I can see where someone might want to have their mind set at ease.
[His sneakers scuff against the rooftop as he casually saunters back toward her.]
Anyway, you can reward me with this grub and we'll call it even.
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[ At least he could back up his words. She appreciates it more than she thinks Dave knows. Once he's by her again, she offers the bag to him. ] It's all yours~ Feel free to be as greedy with it as you want, since there's extra in there.
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[Pardon him, he's going to snatch it and flash back toward the overturned reel in order to turn it upright again and use it as a makeshift table.
..... the boy might be a little hungry, if the way he's tearing into it and peeking at the contents has anything to say for it.]
You never did tell me what all's in here though.
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This is just plain white rice. This one is the main dish — strips of beef, various vegetables like potatoes, cabbage, onions, all in a soy sauce broth. Is "broth" the right word? Eh... And technically, the way I ate it back home was with a a raw egg in another dish, and you would dip the meat and vegetables into it before eating.
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His most balanced meal probably consisted of BLT sandwiches and milk; at first, when Bro was feeling not-douchey enough to actually make them, and then in those rare times when he got older that the kitchen didn't feel like a health and/or limb hazard. Which, was extremely rare.
So seeing all of this in one place is... not really bizarre, so much as it's just not his usual gig. He pokes around at the rice, and then the beef, the vegetables; the soy sauce smells sharp, and yet his mouth is watering slightly from it. He's had soy sauce before, but this smells, for all intents and purposes, far more fresh than the stuff that came with complimentary Chinese takeout packages.
(As if on cue, his stomach actually growls. Holy shit.
As she explains them, he takes them from her and spreads them out between them. Yes, she may have brought the food for him, but he's not so much of an ass as to eat in front of her.]
So it's like a complicated General Tso's with beef? We're gonna need our fine dining 'sticks, man, can't be mixing up the salad chops with the dinner chops.
[Still, she's going to find that, as he eats, he's only going to eat one thing at a time.]
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Yep! [ and as if she read his mind: ] You don't have to wait to eat the food, you know. I won't mind if you want to dig into it all now. [ She will pop out a set of chopsticks and a set of disposable utensils. ] I'm not sure which one you use...
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Dave ain't much for getting multicultural.
He's going to start on the beef first.]
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she raises an eyebrow at the outburst. ]
Is that good or bad...?