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paradisalost2010-02-04 04:25 pm
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[Max wanders into the kitchen, looking for something to do, and/or eat, not really anything specific, and happens to spot the can on the kitchen counter.]
Huh.
[curiosity gets the better of her and she goes to pick it up]
[The can itself is rather unremarkable, save for the label on it. "Travis Touchdown" it reads. Whether that's a food, or a brand name, or something else is left to the imagination, as that's all there to read.
It does, however, have a pull tab on the top.]
People should learn not to leave their crap out on the counter.
[cuz that makes it fair game in her mind. and again, curiosity killed the cat, because she's reaching for the pull tab to try and get it open]
[All it seems to take is for it to be opened a crack, before the can starts shaking and, of all things, music starts to play. Catchy music, the kind that sticks in your head and doesn't go away.
Or would, if it wasn't for the fact that a few seconds later, it appears the top of the can explodes out, as a dropkick spews forth from it towards the chin of whatever poor soul is opening it.]
[even Max's super reflexes are enough to get him away from this one, and she takes the kick before landing on the floor, hard.]
... THE HELL?!
[With some nice acrobatics of his own, the offending dropkicker, one Travis Touchdown, lands on his feet some feet back, catching the can in mid fall with a beam katana and cutting it in two]
DYNAMIC ENTRY, FUCKHEADS!
[ooc: Red is Max, Blue is Travis]
Huh.
[curiosity gets the better of her and she goes to pick it up]
[The can itself is rather unremarkable, save for the label on it. "Travis Touchdown" it reads. Whether that's a food, or a brand name, or something else is left to the imagination, as that's all there to read.
It does, however, have a pull tab on the top.]
People should learn not to leave their crap out on the counter.
[cuz that makes it fair game in her mind. and again, curiosity killed the cat, because she's reaching for the pull tab to try and get it open]
[All it seems to take is for it to be opened a crack, before the can starts shaking and, of all things, music starts to play. Catchy music, the kind that sticks in your head and doesn't go away.
Or would, if it wasn't for the fact that a few seconds later, it appears the top of the can explodes out, as a dropkick spews forth from it towards the chin of whatever poor soul is opening it.]
[even Max's super reflexes are enough to get him away from this one, and she takes the kick before landing on the floor, hard.]
... THE HELL?!
[With some nice acrobatics of his own, the offending dropkicker, one Travis Touchdown, lands on his feet some feet back, catching the can in mid fall with a beam katana and cutting it in two]
DYNAMIC ENTRY, FUCKHEADS!
[ooc: Red is Max, Blue is Travis]
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[Leans over and picks up his beam katana, twirling it in hand before putting it back with the other four]
...Whoever you are? I'm sorry. That wasn't meant for you.
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[nods, before starting to back away]
See you around then?
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Sure, why not. Next time, I'll avoid kicking you in the face.
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I'd appreciate that. Next time I won't just punch you in the face.
[she tends to kick below the belt. Just ask Alec.]
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I'll keep that in mind the next time I got a fuckton of steam to work off.
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Well, bring it on, then.
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I don't want that thing to be you.
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Good luck with finding it, then.
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