smash_logs | [Open Log] Ch-Ch-Cherry Blossoms

Who: You!
What: Cherry Blossom Festival
When: April 10th - 18th
Where: All over town & campus. Wherever you find a cherry tree. Probably even up there on that mystery island for whatever reason, if you're so inclined.
Rating: Flower power.

Pink is everywhere. No matter where you look, you're sure to see the signs of soft pink and white blossoms. There's a fresh spark of life filling the air and just beckoning for everyone to come outside and enjoy the sweet scents of spring. Well, except for you, people with springtime allergies. They just want to make you miserable. But perhaps for everyone else, it was a wonderful amazing time to be had.

There are wonderful spots for picnicking! Frolic inducing atmosphere and the space to do it! Every so often you will see vendors selling treats for the event! Cosplayers taking advantage of their natural environments for photo ops! Hot date spots! Blossoms! Sparkles! Everywhere! Even when it rains.

This log is completely open! You can do whatever you'd like with whomever you'd like whenever you'd like. Just start up a thread and go!

Have fun! Don't forget to add your character to the entry tags! ♥

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That photo was special to him. It was one of the few pictures he had of himself, back when his grandfather was still alive. That punctured a nice-sized hole in his artificial heart, sparking alight the hidden, dark programming within his circuitry. Normally, Clear was kind and willing to understand the situations of others, but destroying something so precious to him...

That made him switch. He stood, fists balled at his sides as he defiantly told him, "I won't tell you anything until you apologize for doing that."

"I don't apologize for anything, Snifit," said Bowser, poking Clear in the chest with a stupid, fat finger as he did so. "YOU are the one who should apologize to ME for being so ... so... in... sub... or... not listening to what I say!"

With a loud huff from his gas mask, the android only retracted from his stupid, fat finger. His stupid, fat, reptilian finger.

"I will not apologize to you when you are the one who destroyed something precious to me." Clear grabbed his finger with a literally iron grip. "You should apologize to me. Now, apologize. Quickly."

Bowser doesn't like your iron grip, RobovonHobotron. When Bowser doesn't like things, he sets them on fire.

There's a surprising amount of drunken fire coming out of Bowser's giant, stupid mouth. Man, is it giant and stupid and also full of fire.

Clear simply stands there. Most people would be flailing and screaming and howling, falling to a heap of suffering and ash. What he does, however, is the absolute opposite. He endures it, his pain receptors flaring a little, just bearably. Once done, the fire clings to his face and his body, his auto-repair keeping his skin from singing too badly.

"Uwah." He tries to pat some of the fire out from his arms casually. "Are you finished now?"

Bowser blinked several times as he tried to understand what was going on in front of him.

"Why isn't most of you on fire?"

This is a strange conundrum.

"I..." Clear trailed off. In all honesty, he couldn't answer exactly why that happened. It just kind of did.

"I am not sure. I suppose I am just unable to catch on fire. Thank goodness, too!" He huffed and pouted like a child. "That was very rude, you know!"

"What sort of weird... snifit... thing... are you?" Bowser asked. "You're too tall and you don't burn. You should burn."

Everything should burn. Things that didn't burn were stupid and dumb.

"I told you, I am not Snifit. I am Clear." Clear finished smothering the flames on his sleeve and shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at Bowser as if daring him to say otherwise.

"I am incapable of burning, though I am not sure why."

Bowser still wasn't apologizing. He was never apologizing. Bowser didn't apologize.

"Then... if you're not a Snifit... why do you have a Snifit face?" Bowser asked. This was, indeed, a crucial question.

"This is not a Snifit face! This is a mask."

That was about when Clear realized what he was saying. Oh, no. If anyone was going to try to take this thing off, it was this brute.

"Though, it isn't coming off." He laid his hands on the respirator. "So, please don't take it off."

"Of course it's a mask, all Snifits wear masks," said Bowser. Man it's great to be drunk and not have to make any sense whatsoever. "So just... it's your face, too, though. So, uh... just... mask-face."

Bowser blinked blearily at Clear. "SOMEONE GET ME A SNIFIT SO THIS GUY CAN SEE THAT HE'S A SNIFIT." Oh that was not said in an indoors voice. That was said in an outdoors voice.

[Open Log] Ch-Ch-Cherry Blossoms

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I'd say that I'm sorry that Bowser is such a dick, only I'm not.

never be sorry

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he's canonically fireproof sorry bowser

this is terrible

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