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maskormenacelogs2017-05-12 09:50 pm
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how your backyard barbeque go, the smiths? [open]
WHO: shale and.......... you?
WHERE: maurtia falls
WHEN: early may
WHAT: shale throwing a boredom induced tantrum. multiple times. also trying to steal stuff.
WARNINGS: animal death, theft. uh. shale.
a. obligatory bird murder
[damndable humans, always feeding stupid birds and attracting more of the beasts.
shale watches with disdain, arms crossed as kids and adults alike throw bread out to the small flock of ducks. anyone else might find it a nice scene.
she crouches down, sticks a hand in the pond and activates her electric crystal rune. by the time shale is done, the flock is... significantly cut down and several people are yelling at her. shale barely inclines her head towards them.]
It was a waste of food.
[that's not the fucking point, someone yells, getting up in shale's business. shale responds by putting a big hand on them and pushing them back.]
Then find something to do with the dead rats.
[shale is still calm, but people sure as shit aren't happy to see an import do animal murder. step in save the import name?]
b. murder accord (closed to march)
[shale is not late to the "meeting." she doesn't know what to think of it, but something about the human she'd spoken to reminds her of the warden. curiously, there are several humans in this world that make her think of the warden.
a world where more than one human has the decency to be slightly more than completely hopeless. shale is flabberghasted. this must be some hellish, warped version of the fade, surely...
well, she had a goal in mind. the moment march comes into view, shale will slam a hand into the ground, tearing up a giant boulder to fling at him.]
c. these are mine now
[you know those boardwalk tables that sell gems on necklaces? the owner of one is currently screaming at shale. half the table is laying on its side between the two and the other half is... gone. in a better place, probably. shale is holding a handful of the jewelry.]
I refuse to pay! Does it not tell its customers that these are fake? Why, even a blind human could tell!
[she curls her hand, crushing everything in her fist. the owner goes silent, utterly enraged.]
Yes, call the "police." I'm sure they will do much to assist it. Does it want me to tell it how many times they've tried to shoot me?
[please... please instill faith in imports again.]
WHERE: maurtia falls
WHEN: early may
WHAT: shale throwing a boredom induced tantrum. multiple times. also trying to steal stuff.
WARNINGS: animal death, theft. uh. shale.
a. obligatory bird murder
[damndable humans, always feeding stupid birds and attracting more of the beasts.
shale watches with disdain, arms crossed as kids and adults alike throw bread out to the small flock of ducks. anyone else might find it a nice scene.
she crouches down, sticks a hand in the pond and activates her electric crystal rune. by the time shale is done, the flock is... significantly cut down and several people are yelling at her. shale barely inclines her head towards them.]
It was a waste of food.
[that's not the fucking point, someone yells, getting up in shale's business. shale responds by putting a big hand on them and pushing them back.]
Then find something to do with the dead rats.
[shale is still calm, but people sure as shit aren't happy to see an import do animal murder. step in save the import name?]
b. murder accord (closed to march)
[shale is not late to the "meeting." she doesn't know what to think of it, but something about the human she'd spoken to reminds her of the warden. curiously, there are several humans in this world that make her think of the warden.
a world where more than one human has the decency to be slightly more than completely hopeless. shale is flabberghasted. this must be some hellish, warped version of the fade, surely...
well, she had a goal in mind. the moment march comes into view, shale will slam a hand into the ground, tearing up a giant boulder to fling at him.]
c. these are mine now
[you know those boardwalk tables that sell gems on necklaces? the owner of one is currently screaming at shale. half the table is laying on its side between the two and the other half is... gone. in a better place, probably. shale is holding a handful of the jewelry.]
I refuse to pay! Does it not tell its customers that these are fake? Why, even a blind human could tell!
[she curls her hand, crushing everything in her fist. the owner goes silent, utterly enraged.]
Yes, call the "police." I'm sure they will do much to assist it. Does it want me to tell it how many times they've tried to shoot me?
[please... please instill faith in imports again.]
C
[What would Max do?]
[Well fuck. Chloe hissed at the little voice in her head, taking a long drag on her cigarette before she made her way over to the conflict. Because poor life choices were apparently still a thing. Just say something to try and calm them down, Chloe...]
Dude, it's fuckin' boardwalk jewelry. Of course it's fake. Leave the poor guy alone.
[Okay, not that.]
gentle gasp... when i started replaying lis too...
shale looks chloe up and down a few times. this is a very small human.]
Openly selling faux products? What is the point?
It's a good thing to start replaying!
They aren't fake. They're like...toys. They're to wear to feel silly or to give to your kid.
[Stay calm, stay calm...She gestured at the guy with her cigarette.]
Let him go.
so many... fun... choices to make......
she shrugs, then casually tosses the guy... about twenty feet down the boardwalk. he lands with a loud crack and a thud, swearing.]
Is it happy now? Perhaps it knows where to get real gems.
I had a tumblr about it called 'Sad Decision Simulator' so...
Don't move.
[This was muttered to Shale as the blue-haired woman walked over to the man, a glow appearing between her fingers, getting brighter until she knelt down next to him. A quick conversation, and she was handing over a simple looking medicine bottle to him, before she turned and jogged back to Shale.]
If you've got cash, I know where you can get real jewelry. It ain't cheap though.
[She said this as she moved past her, hoping that the golem would, you know, follow her away from the scene of the crime. And was that police sirens in the distance...?]
reverse time and make max cry: the game
If it gives me a command again, I will rip its arms off. Is that clear?
[just laying down the law before they start off, apparently. shale doesn't seem bothered by them.]
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You know I don't have to show you shit, right? I could just leave you wandering around until the cops show up to arrest you. And they can, even if you're a big...rock person.
[There was probably a PC term for that, wasn't there.]
Golem-American?
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[shale doubts it, though she'll probably get a harsh lesson in that eventually.]
Shale. My name is Shale. Do not ever call me Golem.
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[Good lord.]
Name's Chloe.
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[shale just grunts, completely ignoring chloe's request.]
Perhaps I will call the blue haired human its proper name in a couple of centuries. Or maybe if it proves itself to me. Unlikely.
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[Chloe was starting to think 'what would max do' was a waste of fucking time. It sure as hell wasn't making her feel better and Shale was kind of an asshole.]
I'm the only reason the guy you hurt isn't going to press charges against you. A little appreciation might be nice.
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[she cocks her head.]
And I am not a guy. I am a Golem.
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[Chloe shrugs.]
Sorry, I call everybody guy. Or dude I guess. Sometimes girl, if they're a girl.
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[it's clear she doesn't think much of them as she thumps along beside chloe.]
This human obsession with genders is ridiculous. Many of my old... acquaintances were obsessed with my own.
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Or a funeral.
He comes into view, cane at his side. Ah. Look at that giant...thing. What is Shale? He doesn't know. He wants to know, but her aura really says it all. A giant beautiful creature. He raises a hand in wave. He's wearing gloves.
He is a pretentious fuck.
March is about to call out in greeting when she moves, and he stops in place, eyes lit up and his smile so enthusiastic it's rather eerie.
Seems like the boulder hits him.
Until there's no one standing where he'd just been, and his voice rings out behind her, where he's standing quite close, cane held idly next to him as he leans on it, the picture of ease.]
I say, what a throw!
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What a quaint little trick it has.
[she thinks for a moment. best to see how much he's affected by what she can do, no? while this might require finesse to anyone else, shale has no patience for it. she rears up, slamming her fists into the ground. it creates a small earthquake strong enough to at least buckle anyone nearby. she wasn't close enough to see if the boulder actually connected or not, and she'll refuse to do more if he keeps popping around.
this is going to be a real bitch if he's entirely incorporeal.]
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The Earth itself heaves and shakes and March stumbles. He leans on his cane, puts a hand out, has to lift the cane, it's only when the hat from his head begins to fall that anything ghost-y comes into play. Looks like he moves right through a patch of upset Earth to snag the hat before it can fall. He's like an image frequently overtaken with static. Is he there, fully? No, apparently not, then yes, yes he is. In and out, a mix that's fluid only to him.
By the end of it, though, his clothes do have clods of dust and dirt on them, and he has to brush that off.]
It? You can call me James.
[d a t i n g]
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I will call it whatever I wish.
[to someone who doesn't know march and his power - which is to say, shale - it looks like he either has very little control over it or can only do it momentarily. she tries to find a pattern to it but infuriatingly can't. at least ghosts in ferelden have the decency to stay tangible to be punched to death. honestly! shale decides maybe she could feint an attack, make him go ghost then when he has to come back to this plane, hit him again quickly.
she swings a punch at him, fully expecting to miss or phase through. her other hand, however, starts crackling with electricity. she doesn't need to make contact for this to hurt.]
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He doesn't bother to pop back up. Instead he rubs where he's been hit, feet kicking against the ground briefly in a too-giddy way. Absorbing the feeling that comes with it, which he rarely ever gets to enjoy.]
Feels like you've broken something.
[that will pop back into place shortly enough but no one tell shale
March sounds Pleased about this development, anyway.]
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I can punch it hard enough to liquefy, if it holds still.
[she grunts in annoyance, stomps the ground to make it shake again then fires up the electricity on both hands. c'mere for a hug pal]
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And make it easy for you? Where's the fun in that! [Those heart eyes don't vanish for the stompy tantrum; he stands, brushing off his knees.] Never been fried before. Go on, dear.
[He escaped any electric chair, but at what cost. What COST.]
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she doesn't, though, so she has to make do with putting everything she has into shocking the absolute shit out of this guy.]
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He chooses the latter.
He's shocked. Fried, mouth parting in a silent scream as skin burns, clothes burn, internal bits liquefy, and every other manner of nasty thing occurs. His hat even catches on fire. It's super terrible and looks realistic, even as March is tempted to do a bit of the ol' fashioned skeleton showing through the lightning storm, toss some cartoonish bit to the whole scene. But he doesn't. Not this time, anyway. In the future...who knows.
Whenever she stops, he'll collapse to the ground, a steaming pile of meat and flesh and bone for appearance's sake. He's very good at playing the long gone so any sort of additional desecration will be welcome and not at all bring him out of the show aspect.
He even has the decency for a thin line of blood dribbled out his lips, eyes wide and terrified.
Haha, he thinks, inwardly, like a pretentious ghost.]
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shale watches him smoulder for a couple of seconds, then decides she didn't really like his attitude. what's the best way to show that? defiling a corpse, of course!
if he lets her, she'll put a hand over his face, gripping hard enough that his skull would definitely have dents, and slam him into the ground a few times. very hard. hard enough to get that liquefication they were both so excited about earlier goin'.]
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Except...that isn't really possible, is it? He sorta feels like it should, at least, but perhaps it's simply his heart being so filled with horrible joy at this turn of events he's having a sort of physical manifestation of it. But the tickle crosses a sexually delightful territory quickly enough, as murder can so often do for him. Usually it's just...not his fake ghost murder.
So while "the corpse" is totally reacting as it should, March is having an internal debate over whether this tickles, whether he's gonna have a boner after he reforms from a pile of gore, and damn it all if he isn't craving a cigarette right now.
Good job, Shale.]
weeeee should probably slip in a lil cw for Nasty Ass Shit here
I suppose I should say a few words in case it manages to still be incorporeally listening. I've dealt with this kind before and they never cease to be annoying. Perhaps it haunts a phylactery? A demon taking on a human form outside of the Fade? Not unheard of.
[she stomps in the middle of the pile of march and drags her foot through it, clearly not bothered by the excessive gore.]
cw GHOST DEATH double jeopardy homicide ???
March manages, through utmost Weird Ass Ghost Willpower, not to laugh or comment. He is so very tempted to, though. So very very tempted to have his mouth form literally anywhere, perhaps the bottom of her foot, and reply. An unreal sort of itch; but he doesn't. Simply remains a pile that isn't actually a pile because Weird Ass Ghost Willpowers are afoot.
...quite literally, in this case.]
RAKING UP DEM POINTS
I am going to wash it off my foot. Goodbye.
points for dat butt