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Post by lapochka on Aug 12, 2016 22:40:15 GMT -5
{rp}"Please no what? I ain't gonna up and hurt ya, sis. That's not how I roll." Gamzee said, smiling and crouching down, looking at Nepeta with a calm and collected look, yet also laced slightly with concern.
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Post by Splashpelt on Aug 12, 2016 22:52:05 GMT -5
Nepeta whimpered, her body in a protective fetle position. She peeked over her raised arms and forced herself to look into his eyes. They looked normal. Different than they were when he was attacking her.
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Post by lapochka on Aug 12, 2016 22:59:10 GMT -5
{rp}Gamzee smiled, sitting down crisscross across from her. "Why you so motherf-----' jumpy round me now, sis?" He asked. He figured that it was something he will do in his future, judging by the way she was protecting herself. Did I kill her..? Nah, man. That's impossible.
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Post by Splashpelt on Aug 12, 2016 23:18:38 GMT -5
For a while, Nepeta just stared at him, wide-eyed and afraid. In her mind, she saw Equius through the vent. She remembered wanting to scream and yell at him, tell him to just break the string, you dummy! She remembered the look in Gamzee's eye as he drew her own claws across his face. She heard the honks in her mind, those loud, terrifying honks. Nepeta clasped her hands over her ears, screwing her eyes shut. "Please stop," she cried.
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Post by lapochka on Aug 12, 2016 23:31:21 GMT -5
{rp}"Eh?" Gamzee said, looking at Nepeta with a confused look on his face. He closed his eyes, sighing for a second before opening them and scooting back away from her, giving her some space. He was still confused, but Nepeta was terrified of him, so he didn't bother asking questions. He reached up, sorta rubbing his face and smearing the makeup that he wore. "Look, sis. I'm sorry for anything I did."
{rp}tbh if i were her id beat him up
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Post by Splashpelt on Aug 12, 2016 23:41:01 GMT -5
(Yeah, but I've done the 'Imma beat a mutherf-----' routine a lot with her on msparp. I'm curious to see how scared Nep goes.)
Nepeta looked up at him. He was sorry? That was when she let herself really look at him. His clothes weren't in disarray. He still looked harmless. He looked like he did when the game first started. "W-what?" she asked.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 23:44:38 GMT -5
[[ idk what to do. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:46:03 GMT -5
(damn... okay... hm...)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 23:46:52 GMT -5
[[ i mean a monster from doctor who could show up, or we could skip, but eh. ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:48:17 GMT -5
(a monster would do nicely. Cybermen? Daleks? Weeping Angels? (although idk about the angels... might freak my childre- i mean charries out too much xD))
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Post by Splashpelt on Aug 12, 2016 23:53:06 GMT -5
(DUDE IF THERE WERE WEEPING ANGELS JUST RANDOMLY IN THE FOREST HOLY CRAP)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:54:00 GMT -5
(OH GOD MY CHILDREN *hides the killjoys* NOOOOO)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 23:54:17 GMT -5
[[ YIKES DO YA'LL WANNA DO ANGELS. ]]
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Post by lapochka on Aug 12, 2016 23:54:30 GMT -5
{ooc}ah. okay. i think ima head off to bed soon tho, so if i poof im sorry
and idk, i still have tz open
{rp}"I said, I'm sorry for anything I did. Seems like I lost my motherf-----' chill at one point." Gamzee said, shrugging and glancing at Nepeta, just now noticing how scared and messed up she looked. He never really wanted to be the bad guy, but changing his future was basically impossible. So, he just had to deal.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 13, 2016 0:00:52 GMT -5
(im honestly super scared for the safety of my charries if the weeping angels do come, they will try and touch them and they will get zapped into that weird place (i forgot what it was called smh fake fan) but like if y'all wanna do it what's one objection from me eh lmao)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 0:04:12 GMT -5
[[ we don't have to make anyone get touched .-. ]]
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Post by lapochka on Aug 13, 2016 0:04:22 GMT -5
{ooc}OOOO YES
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 13, 2016 0:14:08 GMT -5
(i know, but my charries sometimes have a mind of their own... it's really hard to explain sorry)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 0:16:28 GMT -5
[[ can we do it if no one gets touched though like .-. like somehow. ]]
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Post by lapochka on Aug 13, 2016 0:18:17 GMT -5
{ooc}whatever y'all wanna do, im down for. but i gotta go to sleep, so goodnight!
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 13, 2016 0:18:30 GMT -5
(agh, you know what, nevermind, i'll try to control my characters to the best of my ability, but yeah...)
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Post by Splashpelt on Aug 13, 2016 0:21:54 GMT -5
(Wait hold up though. I'm not exactly much of a who fan [okay hush I haven't watched a single episode and only know stuff because Facebook and watching commercials on bbc], but what if the place the angels send you to is to the forest?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 0:22:01 GMT -5
[[ nothing bad will happen i promise can we do it in the morning tho. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 7:57:42 GMT -5
//should I just have my characters wake up in the forest or something I don't want to mess anything up-//
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Post by lapochka on Aug 13, 2016 9:08:00 GMT -5
{ooc}yep! im sure you won't mess anything up ^0^-
WAIT A DIDDLY DARN SECOND "VALOR IS THE BEST TEAM"
NO MYSTIC IS the. BeST
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 9:40:47 GMT -5
//thanks ;w; And if it makes you happy, the gym right next my house is Mystic's. I haven't actually tried to take over any gyms-//
Susie stared at the trees. She had just woken up and had no idea where she was. She sighed. "I don't have time for this." Not too far away, Marx was hiding. Or at least trying to hide. It's not too easy to hide in a forest when your hat stands out against the trees, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 10:03:35 GMT -5
[[ okay kids i'm awake. wanna do the angel plot. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 10:25:32 GMT -5
The Doctor had been dozing off. He'd said that he was going to stay up as River and Eleven both slept, the little girl using her as a pillow. He was pretty sure that his wife was right; they might've just adopted a kid. He didn't mind per say, or at least he didn't on the inside. He liked kids. He knew River wanted kids, and those were the thoughts circling in his head as his head bobbed and then jerked back up, awakened by the snoring of another person or the crackling and spitting of the fire. He sniffed, throwing another log on lazily and stretching his arm that wasn't being pinned to his side by River. There was a crack of a twig in the woods. He looked around, running a hand through his curls as he turned, bleary eyes scanning the edge of the forest. Another crack. "River?" he murmured, jabbing at her back with the pinned elbow, "River, do you hear that?"
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