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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:41 pm
'Brought eggs' he signed clumsily with his free hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Pink and Movement, brows furrowing cautiously. Something cute was lurking, he could feel it even if he couldn't spot it.
In his palm, unknown to him and curled away, the fuses were burning.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:44 pm
It was perfection. So many things on the table. The smooth texture of the table.. fingers found the edges and-
(ノ;ﾟДﾟ)ノ彡┻━┻
SWEET DELIGHT! TABLE FLIPPED. THINGS FLUNG ABOUT! But- how to bend in? How- Spying the clown, she ran over, smiling （・∀・） She was totally going to pull a fast one. Totally.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:53 pm
Having dealt with Caim to his satisfaction, West had spent the last handful of minutes shuffling around the edge of the booth, stifling his boredom by muttering darkly to himself every so often. Hey, it passed the time.
His head snapped up when he heard one of the tables crash dramatically to the floor. Actually... it looked like it had been flipped.
"Who did that?" he snarled. "PIKKITUP!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:57 pm
Desu-chan was busy looking at the clown. ( OuO ) She had nothing to do with it.
That didn't mean she didn't give the demon a message.
t( OuO )
TTLY. INNOCENT.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:02 pm
There were, very suddenly, a lot of fish with knives in the air. The fish concerned Barth less than the knives that had, but they (along with the rest of the objects on the table) clattered ineffectively across the sofa, its patrons, and the ground.
Barth wiped a bit of fish slime from his vest.
"That's alright, Christof. Give err, give the eggish one to Deane. I don't think the other one is a fish, but we can use it in any case."
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Pickles, who was a proud supporter of any sort of anarchy, offered Desu a very hurried seat, and looked like he had been busy with his modest and law-abiding customer the entire time.
('-'*)~~~♪
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:11 pm
Mandy who had been standing in front of the sofa was in the unfortunate perfect position to be hit by stuff from a flipped table. Mandy did not enjoy being hit by stuff, especially fish and the sludge drinks she'd been reserving.
Especially the sludge drinks.
Feeling the liquid trail down her back and soak into her shirt, probably ruining it, Mandy had the perfectly understandable reaction of flipping the Jack out.
"WHO THE JACK DID THAT I WILL FLIP YOU SO HARD THAT CHRISTMAS TOWN WILL BE ABLE TO HEAR, JACK HELP IF YOU DONT GIVE YOURSELF IN RIGHT NOW I'LL-" from there her rant seemed to progress into an incomhrensible string if curses at the unidentified perpetrator.
Beware Mandy was not leaving this to West this time.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:13 pm
Desu-chan slid her new ally something under the table. ( =u= )b
was marked on the screen.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:17 pm
Christof had turned to hand the egg to the female Sloth demon, but practically threw it at her when the coffee table to his side suddenly erupted with splattering goo and-
Knives were spinning through the air-
The hunchback suddenly lurched forward with a pained grunt, landing directly on top of the Hunter-in-Disguise with a knife handle firmly lodged into the side of his head.
At least he had delivered the fish egg.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:22 pm
"Well, I'm not cleanin' it u..." West began, his foot halfway to kicking one of the ruined sashimi blobs when Mandy had her outburst.
He snickered, the intimidating glare he shot around the booth thoroughly marred by his amusement. Besides Mandy there was Barth, girl Barth, Mouse kid, Scaly and Christof. He glossed over Pickles and his devious companion entirely. Something about that clown gave the wrath demon the willies. There really wasn't anyone here who he thought had the opportunity to flip anything. Unless...
He reluctantly dragged his eyes back to Pickles.
"Hey! You. Y'see anythin'?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:30 pm
"..." Jeremy-Deana looked at the hatthing that was put on his lap, but he didn't have time to think too long on it; Barth was eating that disgusting stuff, and as Elsie helpfully shrieked in his head, there was someone suspicious approaching the table and the couch. ...Oh and the pet was back, couldn't forget that. Whelp! There were too many people here, it was time to gee to the eff-oh!
Then the flipping happened.
"WHAT THE---"
< DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE! > Shrieked the voice in his head, shutting him up instantly. Sleepy eyes were wide, mouth screwed shut...and there were fishguts everywhere. Everywhere.
< LOOK OUT! >
Sadly, he couldn't do anything in time, other than to give a startled cry. The hideous pet with a knife through it's ******** head had gone crashing down on his poor golem!
But on a more positive note?
He gave his best impression of a female voice to date.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:34 pm
Pickles accepted the items gravely as he worked. Indeed, an exchange of services had occurred.
"Gosh," he said to West, "I was busy this whole time!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:34 pm
Eyes crossing and... uncrossing and doing the opposite of crossing, Christof lifted his head with a groan. Clumsily, he grabbed the screaming demon's wrist, his fingers trembling as he pushed the fish egg into her palm before wobbling back to his feet with a grunt.
Ooooh... oh that did not feel right at all. He took a step back, immediately tripping over the overturned coffee table and onto his hunch with a clatter.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:44 pm
Desu-chan gave her best sparkly eyed impression to them. All of them. (*⌒▽⌒*) Nodding towards her clown pal she gave him a firm (*^*)b
He was well on his way into the world. Perhaps she could slip his name towards them.....Or she could skip off. Looking at West she grinned, blew a kiss at him, and skipped off.
LIKE A BOSS
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:49 pm
Christof shifted on the ground and coffee table remains, groaning, still alive, but with a nasty headache.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:22 pm
Pickles nodded bravely, adjusting his hat like a professional revolutionary, and then ducked behind his facepainting stand to inspect the supplies that had been liberated.
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"Christof? Are you, err?" Barth tried over the screaming. The knife through Christof's head concerned him. He was aware that the patchwork could...well, patch himself together, but he wasn't sure medically where that stood as far as head injuries.
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