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realityshifted2012-08-09 05:35 pm
inhumanity) wrote in realityshifted2012-08-09 05:35 pm
post the second!
[Christopher has been told not to approach the mountain. So of course, he is now crouched on the mountain, singing a cheery song as he transplants daisies into it.]
Sing a song for flowers! Sing a song for trees! Sing a song to live and die as Nature sees, tralalala...
[No one ever said he was a good lyricist.]
[Though Christopher isn’t aware of it, every single little gram of dirt moved annoys a beast. As the clock blithely ticks toward his doom, the stars flicker rhythmically, and one goes out. A lanky shape begins to coalesce from the darkness it leaves behind. Two long horns protrude from the shadow’s head-- or maybe they’re ears. It’s hard to tell. Whatever it is, it belongs to something very real, and very displeased.
It’s probably a trick of the starlight, but for a minute, this strange and terrible being's eyes seem red.]
Whats the fucks dos you thinks you’re doin’s to Toki’s mountain?!
Sing a song for flowers! Sing a song for trees! Sing a song to live and die as Nature sees, tralalala...
[No one ever said he was a good lyricist.]
[Though Christopher isn’t aware of it, every single little gram of dirt moved annoys a beast. As the clock blithely ticks toward his doom, the stars flicker rhythmically, and one goes out. A lanky shape begins to coalesce from the darkness it leaves behind. Two long horns protrude from the shadow’s head-- or maybe they’re ears. It’s hard to tell. Whatever it is, it belongs to something very real, and very displeased.
It’s probably a trick of the starlight, but for a minute, this strange and terrible being's eyes seem red.]
Whats the fucks dos you thinks you’re doin’s to Toki’s mountain?!
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[With red sclera and a mouth full of sharpened teeth, Christopher clearly isn't the sort of thing to be disturbed by something that seems inhuman. Even if it has a crazy accent and murderous rage.]
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This ams not your mountains. This ams Toki's mountains an'-- [oh god he's screeching] I DON' WANTS ANY FUCKING GARDENS ON IT!!
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Of course you do! Gardens breathe life into souls! They breathe life into worlds! Without flowers, this place is an eyesore. Don't worry. You're frightened, aren't you? You're scared of change. Change is the natural course of life, my friend! I can see into your heart. You want this garden to soothe your soul. I, my heart synchronized with yours through the unbreakable bond of platonic affection, shall fulfil the desire that you're too frightened to acknowledge!
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Shut up shut up shut up!!! I don' wants a fuckin' flowers bushes all over my mountain! An' I don' wants some stupids dildos whats reciting dildos poems tramplin's my perfect snows!
[To prove a point, he STOMPS RIGHT THROUGH THE FLOWERBED that Christopher has so lovingly made, as if squashing a whole bunch of bugs.]
Fucks you!
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[KNIFE FOR YOUR THROAT, TOKI (well, not a knife so much as a gunblade BUT NOT SQUALL-SIZED. He's insane, not ridiculous)]
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[Toki reaches up and grabs the knife by the blade. He literally gives no fucks. There's probably going to be blood dripping down his arm shortly, but again. No fucks given.
So he has a knife in his hand. Now what? Clearly the best thing to do right now is try to shove it back at Christopher's face.]
I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU!
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[It was a GUNBLADE. The barrel is pointing right at Toki.]
[Christopher pulls the trigger.]
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Anyway, Toki isn't expecting a shot to the face. There's some recoil, enough that he lets go of the knife and staggers back. By all accounts there should be brains laying somewhere, but instead there's a lot of blood and a Norwegian covering his nose in shock.
The Norwegian lets out a bloody scream as he lurches forward, trying to grab Christopher by the shoulders and slam his face into Toki's knee. If he dodges, that's fine, but Toki is going for close combat now and probably won't be stopping anytime soon.
That's how we deal with bad poets in Dethklok.]
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[You don't get to be a master assassin on bad reflexes--and, more importantly, you don't avoid being used for experiments by being a failure. Ask Adele. So Christopher quickly regains distance, but his shock is transparent.]
What?
[And he looks at the blade of his weapon and Toki's face, as if expecting something.]
[When all he gets is an angry Norwegian, not blood crawling back from his weapon to repair Toki's face, he is actually more disturbed.]
[Christopher fires off a few shots, but they're just distraction to get a little closer so he can ask an important question.]
My name is Christopher. You're Toki, aren't you? Is Nathan your friend?
[He is so ready to leap the hell out of there at first sign of an attack. He is insane, but he's smart enough to acknowledge that dealing with an unknown without having backup is not worth it. Toki isn't immortal, but he is not human.]
Sorry about the slow. ): Was in terrible pain til like, yesterday.
What? Yeah, I'm Toki Wartooths. Dos I knows you or somethin'? I'm pretty sure I don't knows you but thems crazy fans ams dos anything.
it's okay!
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You ams friends? Huh...
Nathans whats not joking about what?
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Holy shit. Toki.
[He didn't actually THINK the day would come. But it did.]
Hey. Oh, by the way. Fuck you for forgetting. And then, uh. Re-remembering. I guess.
[Oh. Christopher is going to die, isn't he? He should care about that. He doesn't though. Oh well.]
SORRY THIS IS LATE
I didn' forget-- aw, shucks, I really dids! I'm sorries, Nathans! I forgets the space place! Y-- you ams nots goin's to kicks me out of the band, right?!
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[Nathan crosses his arms.]
Besides. Charles, uh, he forgot too. Asshole.
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[But Charles forgetting? Dude never forgets a thing.]
... Maybes we shoulds not has the funny tabsbocco agains ifs it makes us forget. I don' wanna forgets any more. I likes remembers you, Nathans.
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[He shrugs.]
But no, uh, I know how that shit works. So... yeah. It wasn't your fault. It's like they take your fucking ticket to space away and then they erase your mind so you never knew you had a space ticket in the first place. You won't forget other stuff. Just, uh, space. And space... stuff.
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Anyway, Toki pats himself down.]
They tooks Toki's space tickets? B-but how dos I gets it back?!
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[He looks up, loses his balance, and falls on his ass. Never gets old.]
I'ms in space! I'ms in space agains!
... I thinks I brokes my butts bone.
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[Nathan nods slightly, sagely, as if he's some sort of expert on ass breaking injuries.]
You're used to standing though. So that's fine.
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[As he is sitting on the ground. GOOD JOB TOKI.]
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[His attention span kicks in.]
Ams the bar stills ams whats in service?
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[Nathan grins.]
Oh. Hey. Uh, you remember that Irving is living with us now, right?
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Oh yeah, Irvings from space. I remembers that. I didn' believes him but I thinks I believes him now thats I remember.
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Okay. Good. So, uh, let's get the fuck off of this mountain. Because it's cold. And we can go drink or some shit and I can catch you up on stuff that we both missed because I didn't come up here a lot anyway.
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