05-31-2015, 05:27 PM
The sun was again peeking over the horizon. Yesterday, there had been a picnic. Today, there would apparently be ghost stories. Both events that would normally happen in the second half of the day, when the sun was already out or had long ago set. Something about this Abyss place certainly messed with one's sense of time.
Erza lay on her side, yawning as the painful silence finally began to dissipate, a crackling fire warming her face and reminding her that her burns were gone. That medpack was certainly something special; her skin was good as new (excluding the face cut, of course), and her jaw even seemed somehow less sore. Plus, it had managed to bring this Pepsiman fellow back from the brink of death.
She glanced over to the silver-clad soft-drink-person, who was now going off animatedly in some sort of a tirade, even using different voices for his different characters and shifting back and forth in place, almost acting out the scene. He seemed to have been the most eager to jump on Harry's "scary stories" suggestion. "When he woke up, he was strapped to a long, flat dentist's chair, a spiderlike monstrosity looming over him. 'I'm going to have to extract some of those teeth, my dear.' 'But why!?' the man called out." He emphasized this by throwing back his head and raising his arms in supplication. "'But of course! You've got cavities, from drinking too much Coke!' 'But, but, the world is out of Pepsi! I had to do something to quench my thirst!' 'Yes, and you'll have to make do with Coke and Fanta for the rest of your life! Muaaahahahaha!' 'AAAAaaaaaauuuughghhh!'" Erza chuckled softly as he fell dramatically to the ground.
"I've got one," she offered. "So there's this evil dark guild and they are all like 'Yo MESH we gon' kill you all,' but then we say 'No, we'll kill YOU all first!' And then they go all 'Haha you've all got power-inhibiting collars, we can do whatever we want! Woohoo!'"
The other four stared at Erza, Mickey doing his best to imitate a friendly chuckle, the only other noise the crackling of the campfire. Crickets would have chirped softly in the background if this were happening at the right time of day.
"Hah. Scared you all good. I'm going to rest for a bit, since I was on watch all last night, but you guys can keep going and see if you can top THAT." She nodded emphatically, confident grin a sure indication that she'd entirely misread the group's reaction to her story, and then rolled over to lay on her side, facing away from the fire. She slowly drifted into sleep as Harry continued with a more traditional scary story in a hushed and tense but somehow comforting voice. It had certainly been a long day and night, and another short moment of respite would not be wasted on this tired warrior.
Erza lay on her side, yawning as the painful silence finally began to dissipate, a crackling fire warming her face and reminding her that her burns were gone. That medpack was certainly something special; her skin was good as new (excluding the face cut, of course), and her jaw even seemed somehow less sore. Plus, it had managed to bring this Pepsiman fellow back from the brink of death.
She glanced over to the silver-clad soft-drink-person, who was now going off animatedly in some sort of a tirade, even using different voices for his different characters and shifting back and forth in place, almost acting out the scene. He seemed to have been the most eager to jump on Harry's "scary stories" suggestion. "When he woke up, he was strapped to a long, flat dentist's chair, a spiderlike monstrosity looming over him. 'I'm going to have to extract some of those teeth, my dear.' 'But why!?' the man called out." He emphasized this by throwing back his head and raising his arms in supplication. "'But of course! You've got cavities, from drinking too much Coke!' 'But, but, the world is out of Pepsi! I had to do something to quench my thirst!' 'Yes, and you'll have to make do with Coke and Fanta for the rest of your life! Muaaahahahaha!' 'AAAAaaaaaauuuughghhh!'" Erza chuckled softly as he fell dramatically to the ground.
"I've got one," she offered. "So there's this evil dark guild and they are all like 'Yo MESH we gon' kill you all,' but then we say 'No, we'll kill YOU all first!' And then they go all 'Haha you've all got power-inhibiting collars, we can do whatever we want! Woohoo!'"
The other four stared at Erza, Mickey doing his best to imitate a friendly chuckle, the only other noise the crackling of the campfire. Crickets would have chirped softly in the background if this were happening at the right time of day.
"Hah. Scared you all good. I'm going to rest for a bit, since I was on watch all last night, but you guys can keep going and see if you can top THAT." She nodded emphatically, confident grin a sure indication that she'd entirely misread the group's reaction to her story, and then rolled over to lay on her side, facing away from the fire. She slowly drifted into sleep as Harry continued with a more traditional scary story in a hushed and tense but somehow comforting voice. It had certainly been a long day and night, and another short moment of respite would not be wasted on this tired warrior.
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