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smash_logs2012-12-20 02:44 pm
gunplay) wrote in smash_logs2012-12-20 02:44 pm
The Great Excitebike Migration: As Narrated by Sir David Attenborough
Who: Ocelot and ANYONE
What: EXCITEBIKES
Where: Campus hallways.
When: Dec. 20
Warnings: Motocross violence..? And swearing.
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[Seeking warmer dirt tracks free of ice to do sick tricks on, the annual Excitebike migration cuts a detour through the vast open hallways of the campus this year. The herd of tiny blocky motocross racers travels in close groups so as to avoid both predators and being lapped by the leader. Once they're on the move, there is very little that can stop them until they reach a finish line.]
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[Naturally, Ocelot is out on patrol, spinning his guns, when he hears the buzzing of many tiny engines. But it is too late-- there is nowhere to run.]
[He barely has time to scream before they hit him. And when they're gone around the corner and the dust settles, Ocelot is left sprawled on the ground, his Spetsnaz uniform covered in little tire tracks. Déjà vu.]
...Son of a bitch...
What: EXCITEBIKES
Where: Campus hallways.
When: Dec. 20
Warnings: Motocross violence..? And swearing.
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[Seeking warmer dirt tracks free of ice to do sick tricks on, the annual Excitebike migration cuts a detour through the vast open hallways of the campus this year. The herd of tiny blocky motocross racers travels in close groups so as to avoid both predators and being lapped by the leader. Once they're on the move, there is very little that can stop them until they reach a finish line.]
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[Naturally, Ocelot is out on patrol, spinning his guns, when he hears the buzzing of many tiny engines. But it is too late-- there is nowhere to run.]
[He barely has time to scream before they hit him. And when they're gone around the corner and the dust settles, Ocelot is left sprawled on the ground, his Spetsnaz uniform covered in little tire tracks. Déjà vu.]
...Son of a bitch...
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[ He whirls around, his finger releasing from the trigger for him to tightly grasp that gun without accidentally firing. The look on his face is that of someone who is more than ready to control and command. ]
Those phantoms. Maria.
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[The laugh is sudden and scalding.]
Phantoms? You're wasting your time. There's no such thing.
[He gets to his knees and tries to coolly brush himself off with a hard swipe of his hand, but the dust interrupts his cool-guy composure by making him cough for a moment. Oops.]
Ghhk.
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Do you think I'm an idiot?
[ uh Shadow
that's
kind of obvious tho ]
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If you want to see her again... [He raises his hand, pointing two fingers at him in a mimicry of a gun, then flicks his wrist back as if he had shot it.] ...then go back to sleep.
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However... you were telling me to ignore them. They were there. You were well-aware of this.
[ As for that action, he doesn't even flinch for a second. ]
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[He stands fully, brushing off his jodhpurs with ineffective swipes. His uniform is basically ruined.]
Ugh. Little bastards.
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Very well then. I will keep your revolver until you cooperate.
[ He lofts a single brow. Problem, Major? ]
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[Screw it, he's taking his jacket and scarf off. He can't stand how dirty he is. He impatiently undoes the buttons and straps until he can pull the starched black jacket off. There's a slim blue-and-white striped shirt underneath.]
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[ He then does something that may prompt an interesting reaction out of this meowing Major:
He starts twirling that gun in his hand.
It's no Ocelot-level twirling, but he's still doing it with relative ease. ]
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[He starts to deliver another scathing glare at Shadow, but goes still and gapes when the hedgehog starts spinning his revolver.]
[Oh...]
...
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What are you gaping at?
[ HE'S STILL SPINNING IT. ]
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[He flushes a bit, glancing away, obviously flustered.]
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Well, that worms a smirk out of him and makes him twirl that gun even faster. Oooh, faster, Shadow! ]
Lies. You're impressed.
[ Not in the way he's thinking, though. ]
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[Grump grump I want my toys back grump.]
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[ He looks to the revolver he's spinning like a propeller, then back to Ocelot. ]
"Please, almighty Ultimate Lifeform, hand me my revolver."
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.........
[Bitch plz.]
[He turns away a bit, takes a deep breath, cups his hands on either side of his mouth, and:]
MEEEEOWWWRRR!!!
[And now we wait.]
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What.
[ Okay. Yep.
This man is officially insane. ]
1/2
Major!!!
2/2
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[ Shadow nonchalantly glances around at them, and again, the gun begins to twirl. ]
I've defeated the entire United Nations military like they were toys. You expect me to falter now?
[ Wow. ]
1/3
Are any of you carrying a Colt Single Action Army?
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Just my AMD-65, Major.
Major, are you okay? You look, uh...
I have a Makarov, Major. Will that work?
Forgive me, Major. Just the bullets.
3/3
[He pushes the closest man away by the chest, and retrieves two Makarovs from the others-- small handguns.]
[Eying Shadow coldly, he begins to rapidly spin them in each hand at the same time. Spin spin spin spin spin. He turns his hand, spinning them horizontally under his hand. Then over his hand. He throws them up and catches them. Behind his back. Flips one over his shoulder. Under and over his arm from behind. Spinny spinny spinny.]
UHH... 4/3
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Nope, sorry. Shadow still looks particularly unenthusiastic. ]
I see. So you were trained for a human circus before attempting the military.
[ Sloooow clap. ]
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