12-02-2015, 01:22 PM
*CLANG*
*SHHHHHKL*
*FWOOOOOOSH*
*KA-DOOF*
Jesus Christ it’s hot down here. That’s literally all that Gamzee can think about. That, and the feeling of being slapped across the everywhere by some unknown force that deemed it necessary to lay down a beat...down.
It’s so brutally hot. Not to mention how weird he feels. It’s like he can move, but he can’t. It’s trippy as balls. One second, he was just straight acrobat flexin’, searching for his pal Adam, and the next, poof. The troll feels like there might be more than troll to him now. It feels all kinds of hella strange. He can move in his head but he can’t in real life. Gamzee mentally sits down to process this miracle.
Motherfuckin’ miraculous, yo.
Picking herself up from the rubble created upon impact, Artzee Madragon raises an eyebrow at this crude thought that has forced its way into her thoughts. Such a disgraceful use of language in her head? Along with the strange outburst of foreign words during her initial attack, well, It was a little more than startling.
Beg pardon? She immediately retorts in her thoughts.
Whoa. Whoooaaaa. What is this new level of bullshittery snaking its silky way into his jumbly thoughts? Sounds like…
A fine, fine motherfuckin’ honey.
Beg pardon!?
Uh…
“Using such base language when referring to a lady is simply unacceptable,” Artzee says with finality.
Rubaite stares at its opponent. The amount of tomfuckery going on right now was almost too much to handle. If it didn’t kill Artzee first, insanity surely would.
The troll-knight crosses her arms and shuts her eyes in thought. They’re facing a mage of some sort, judging by the telekinetic force that forced them to retreat from the initial onslaught. Maybe if they could force a distraction, or an up close encounter or-
Uh...How bout we just, ya’know, rush him? Get all up in his face and go all stabby on his ass.
Artzee stomps a foot on the hot, cracked earth.You will get us both killed with tactics like that.
Nu-uh! Watch and learn, little sister. Before Arthuria can protest again, Gamzee wrestles control of Artzee away from the lady-knight.
With a shout that might have just been a little enthusiastic for someone about to stab a person to death, Artzee takes off at a dead sprint, zig zagging between rocky crags to avoid any chance of a decent lock on by the Sniper-Magus.
As a sniper bullet whizzes by their ear, Gamzee can barely hear Arthuria muttering to herself in the backseat.
You are positively insane.
Gamzee is well aware of this.
Artzee flourishes Excalibur as the distance between her and the enemy closes, while Rubaite swears and swaps the sniper rifle for his staff-lightsaber combo. The knight-troll lunges, getting her face all up in Rubaite’s cowl windsock thingy.
“Boo.”
Rubaite growls indignantly and makes a wild swipe with the lightsaber, forcing Artzee to fall into a backwards tumble roll. The Magus follows up with a flaming green bolt that scorches the ground just where the heroic alien was a moment before.
“Where did that blasted knight fiend go!?” Rubaite demands as his luminous emerald eyes search for any sign of its foe.
“Right here, cutie!” The knight fiend in question is lying between Rubaite’s legs on her back in a scandalous pose, a wink and a playful smirk thrown upwards in the Magus boy’s direction.
A yelp that sounds suspiciously like Adam Gaite, as opposed to Rubick, flutters forth from beneath the cowl. Taking advantage of this surprise, Artzee drives her greaved leg straight up, right between the legs of her foe. With a strange cackle, The troll in shining armour scrambles away from her indignant, vulnerable foe, running all the way back to where she was knocked down by the Wizard’s’ telekinesis.
See? Easy as slime pie. Now you try!
Arthuria had had enough of this. This clown and his tactics were an affront to everything she knew about honorable combat.
Now see here… She begins. I will not stand idly by and watch you deface my honor.
Well… I’m not asking you to. I just told ya to go try it for yourself!
I will do no such thing you- you twit. Not only did you fight with such debase tactics, you brought us to an unfavorable position.
The one sided argument persists internally. This reflects in Artzee, whose face looks like a washing machine of emotions ranging from apologetic to zealous to frustration to amusement.
Meanwhile, Rubaite is starting to recover from that disorientating experience. To be honest, Adam wasn’t even sure if he had genitalia in this form. Rubick isn’t exactly human. Or is he? Adam doesn’t know. Either way, that shit was annoying and it HURT.
*SHHHHHKL*
*FWOOOOOOSH*
*KA-DOOF*
Jesus Christ it’s hot down here. That’s literally all that Gamzee can think about. That, and the feeling of being slapped across the everywhere by some unknown force that deemed it necessary to lay down a beat...down.
It’s so brutally hot. Not to mention how weird he feels. It’s like he can move, but he can’t. It’s trippy as balls. One second, he was just straight acrobat flexin’, searching for his pal Adam, and the next, poof. The troll feels like there might be more than troll to him now. It feels all kinds of hella strange. He can move in his head but he can’t in real life. Gamzee mentally sits down to process this miracle.
Motherfuckin’ miraculous, yo.
Picking herself up from the rubble created upon impact, Artzee Madragon raises an eyebrow at this crude thought that has forced its way into her thoughts. Such a disgraceful use of language in her head? Along with the strange outburst of foreign words during her initial attack, well, It was a little more than startling.
Beg pardon? She immediately retorts in her thoughts.
Whoa. Whoooaaaa. What is this new level of bullshittery snaking its silky way into his jumbly thoughts? Sounds like…
A fine, fine motherfuckin’ honey.
Beg pardon!?
Uh…
“Using such base language when referring to a lady is simply unacceptable,” Artzee says with finality.
Rubaite stares at its opponent. The amount of tomfuckery going on right now was almost too much to handle. If it didn’t kill Artzee first, insanity surely would.
The troll-knight crosses her arms and shuts her eyes in thought. They’re facing a mage of some sort, judging by the telekinetic force that forced them to retreat from the initial onslaught. Maybe if they could force a distraction, or an up close encounter or-
Uh...How bout we just, ya’know, rush him? Get all up in his face and go all stabby on his ass.
Artzee stomps a foot on the hot, cracked earth.You will get us both killed with tactics like that.
Nu-uh! Watch and learn, little sister. Before Arthuria can protest again, Gamzee wrestles control of Artzee away from the lady-knight.
With a shout that might have just been a little enthusiastic for someone about to stab a person to death, Artzee takes off at a dead sprint, zig zagging between rocky crags to avoid any chance of a decent lock on by the Sniper-Magus.
As a sniper bullet whizzes by their ear, Gamzee can barely hear Arthuria muttering to herself in the backseat.
You are positively insane.
Gamzee is well aware of this.
Artzee flourishes Excalibur as the distance between her and the enemy closes, while Rubaite swears and swaps the sniper rifle for his staff-lightsaber combo. The knight-troll lunges, getting her face all up in Rubaite’s cowl windsock thingy.
“Boo.”
Rubaite growls indignantly and makes a wild swipe with the lightsaber, forcing Artzee to fall into a backwards tumble roll. The Magus follows up with a flaming green bolt that scorches the ground just where the heroic alien was a moment before.
“Where did that blasted knight fiend go!?” Rubaite demands as his luminous emerald eyes search for any sign of its foe.
“Right here, cutie!” The knight fiend in question is lying between Rubaite’s legs on her back in a scandalous pose, a wink and a playful smirk thrown upwards in the Magus boy’s direction.
A yelp that sounds suspiciously like Adam Gaite, as opposed to Rubick, flutters forth from beneath the cowl. Taking advantage of this surprise, Artzee drives her greaved leg straight up, right between the legs of her foe. With a strange cackle, The troll in shining armour scrambles away from her indignant, vulnerable foe, running all the way back to where she was knocked down by the Wizard’s’ telekinesis.
See? Easy as slime pie. Now you try!
Arthuria had had enough of this. This clown and his tactics were an affront to everything she knew about honorable combat.
Now see here… She begins. I will not stand idly by and watch you deface my honor.
Well… I’m not asking you to. I just told ya to go try it for yourself!
I will do no such thing you- you twit. Not only did you fight with such debase tactics, you brought us to an unfavorable position.
The one sided argument persists internally. This reflects in Artzee, whose face looks like a washing machine of emotions ranging from apologetic to zealous to frustration to amusement.
Meanwhile, Rubaite is starting to recover from that disorientating experience. To be honest, Adam wasn’t even sure if he had genitalia in this form. Rubick isn’t exactly human. Or is he? Adam doesn’t know. Either way, that shit was annoying and it HURT.
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