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smash_logs2012-09-23 05:31 pm
roses_are_blue) wrote in smash_logs2012-09-23 05:31 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- amitie (puyo puyo),
- aquenda/tauren (warcraft),
- blue (pokemon),
- bryony/flareon (pokemon),
- bulba/venusaur (pokemon),
- chell (portal),
- cress (pokemon),
- flint (mother),
- flurrie (mario),
- garrett (thief),
- garry (ib),
- izzy/zubat (pokemon),
- kanji tatsumi (persona 4),
- kieran/sawsbuck (pokemon),
- kumatora (mother),
- little mac (punch out),
- mary (ib),
- natural harmonia gropius (pokemon),
- noel vermillion (blazblue),
- rhys (fire emblem),
- skull kid (zelda),
- vianca/winged pikmin (pikmin),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon),
- watt (mario),
- wheatley (portal),
- x (megaman x)
Fall means campfires. Campfires mean getting fat off s'mores.
Who: YOU, and you, and you.
What: SMASH ACADEMY AUTUMN CAMPFIRE
Where: Courtyard
When: September 23rd, evening.
Warnings: S'mores. Everywhere.
Come and all, Smash. It's a beautiful afternoon that turned into evening eventually. A slight chill was there, but it was the pleasant fall chill.
Bring your potatoes, marshmallows, meats...whatever the hell you wanna roast. It's a campfire bros.
Since it was all Garry's idea, he was the first there and he brought many sweet potatoes and marshmallows as he said he would. He started raking (and he really sucks at it, he's a weakling. If you're there early, maybe you oughta help).
Once we had a huge pile, it was time to set ablaze. With Garry's lighter, running lower and lower on oil, he made sure there was a protective barrier to make sure the fire didn't spread (a ton of rocks, maybe you helped with that too) and then...tada! We have a campfire.
Eat, roast, chat. DO WHATEVER.
[Set a time(s) your dude of choice was there, and mingle, mingle, mingle! Garry will be floating around too.]
What: SMASH ACADEMY AUTUMN CAMPFIRE
Where: Courtyard
When: September 23rd, evening.
Warnings: S'mores. Everywhere.
Come and all, Smash. It's a beautiful afternoon that turned into evening eventually. A slight chill was there, but it was the pleasant fall chill.
Bring your potatoes, marshmallows, meats...whatever the hell you wanna roast. It's a campfire bros.
Since it was all Garry's idea, he was the first there and he brought many sweet potatoes and marshmallows as he said he would. He started raking (and he really sucks at it, he's a weakling. If you're there early, maybe you oughta help).
Once we had a huge pile, it was time to set ablaze. With Garry's lighter, running lower and lower on oil, he made sure there was a protective barrier to make sure the fire didn't spread (a ton of rocks, maybe you helped with that too) and then...tada! We have a campfire.
Eat, roast, chat. DO WHATEVER.
[Set a time(s) your dude of choice was there, and mingle, mingle, mingle! Garry will be floating around too.]
Kieran - late as balls
This time, though... this time, things were gonna be fine. He knew he was welcome in the sacred realm, a fact that had only been verified when no cars ran him over on the way in this time around. He had friends here now, after all, friends he would finally be able to see again! Everything was going to be just fine! Boldly, fearlessly, the deer trotted down the familiar path to the buildings he once knew...
...Only for something very bright to catch his attention first. And by "something very bright," I mean "THE BIGGEST FIRE IN THE WORLD OH DEAR MOTHER OF HEAVEN." As a creature of the wild -- a grass-typed one at that -- Kieran responded in the only manner that made sense:
HE FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. Kieran screeched in horror, hooves scrabbling against the leaf-strewn grass as he started running panicked, horrified circles around the perimeter of the group.
FIRE
GUYS FIRE
WHAT DO
DEER WRANGLIN'
AH YES, IT REMINDS ME OF THE HUNT
Oh, they had deer here too... But they were supposed to be afraid of fire and crowds, weren't they? This one sure wasn't any different, but what in the world possessed it to come this close in the first place?!
...One of Aquenda's favourite stories growing up involved the hunt for a stag. Her mind, of course, went right to that. Oh boy oh boy now she got to act it out in real life.
"It's a blessing! Isn't it? We can hunt it and cook it together over this fire!" But she... didn't have any weapons... Which wouldn't have been a problem if the elements would actually listen to her here. MAN. THIS WAS ALREADY TERRIBLE.
YOU GUYS..... 8')
Naturally, this didn't do much to calm Kieran down. New working theories: either the Realm of the Gods tested you each time you entered it with a different trial, or the place had gone entirely mad during his absence.
The most painless thing to do, when spooked beyond belief, is run for the sweet embrace of the forest and never look back. The winter-hearted thing to do, however, would not involve running from tree-burners or quasi-cannibalistic shaved Bouffalants. The threat of the obviously bloodthirsty predator-hound at his heels meant he didn't dare risk slowing down or turning around. Blindly, he lashed out behind him with both back legs in a full-force Jump Kick...
...and missed completely.
The downside of missing with Jump Kick, of course, is obvious: with his legs hitting nothing but air, Kieran's balance went to the dogs (badum-tssht). His front half hit the ground in scrabbling, sliding mess of kicked-up leaves and scattered sweet potatoes.
Behold, ye sons of man: the noble and awe-inspiring prince of the forest.
welp lunch came and went
It had taken Bulba a lap or two to realize that he knew this deer and then everything just fell apart into madness. The Ivysaur scrambled to try and keep the situation from escalating anymore,
throwing himself over Kieran's body and giving the camera a sexy poutplacing himself near the sprawled out prince of trees and holding his hands up placatingly."Whoa wait, wait. Hold on, he's a student!"
Is? Was? Did he ever actually drop out... Not important.
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Wait, was this deer even sentient enough to be a student? She could understand if he was someone's animal companion, but...
Looking back at him... Maybe it would be better just to put him out of his misery, instead.
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Instead, he settled for flailing his back legs around ineffectually until he could get back onto his feet, at which point he stood behind Bulba, head down and trying his best to alternate between pointing his antlers toward Flint, Boney, and Aquenda all at once.
For those not versed in poglespeak, they were promptly treated to a lot of this deer saying "Sawsbuck" over and over. For those who were Bulba, it was a slightly more coherent narrative: "Bulba! Thank the Beloved! What in the world is going on here?! Why is everything burning? Tell the Bouffalant I'm not going to be hunted!" He bounced in place agitatedly, stomping hooves kicking up even more leaves. "Has the Realm of the Gods forgotten the forest completely? Bulba, this is crazy! I don't understand anything!"
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"All right, all right," Flint held up his hands in an attempt to appease the anxious deer. What is his life. "Let's everybody just calm down a little, all right?"
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The human pokemon gave Flint an appreciative smile and nod before he turned to the deer himself.
"Shh, it's ok!" He tried to reassure him. A subtle sweetness mingled with the smell of the fire as Bulba reached out to smooth his hand across Kieran's neck. "Not everything is burning. Just the leaves the trees have already passed." Oh and some firewood but shh. "It won't harm you or the forest, I promise."
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Man, so much for an awesome bonding experience and living out all those great bedtime stories. But if deer were out of the question, what did that mean for all the other animals in the area? She'd have to just buy everything from now on, wouldn't she? Sure, it was easier, but it felt so... cheapened...
Bah. City life.
"You can speak with him...? Please to tell him I'm very sorry, and, ah... The fire is a natural kind, so it is not bad. And not for cooking him."
Demonic fire, though. That was the kind to be afraid of.
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Still, Kieran could at least see that he was the only one here throwing a fit. Bulba, the man with the peculiar growth on his head (it looked vaguely like a mushroom cap -- perhaps he was some sort of Breloom?), and the shaved Bouffalant were all doing their best to reassume him.
He... was maybe not being very winter-hearted right now.
His haunches were still quivering, and his neck was tense under Bulba's soothing hand, but the alarming smell of burning leaves now had a hint of floral sweetness fighting against it. Kieran stopped squirming and took in a deep breath. Let's see if he could still do this...
Poof. Where once was deer, there was now some naked guy. Who... immediately fell over yet again. It's been a while since he was bipedal, okay? "How are you all so okay with it?" He asked in sheer and utter amazement from down on the ground. "Don't you know how dangerous fire is?"
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DEER DOWN.
That got Bulba's attention back on the now-boy and he knelt down next to him to offer a steadying arm. As for the fire... Bulba glanced over at it. "It is dangerous," he conceded, as there was no way around that fact. He knew just how quickly things could burn around them.
"...But not all fire is bad. It can be quite nurturing if you let it. Right now it is bringing all sorts of people together and keeping them warm." He looked over at Aquenda and Flint. "I bet you guys tell stories and stuff around campfires too, right?"
Bulba maybe you should be worrying about the naked detail Bulba. Bulba... okay.