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[Day 2] Heffalumps and Woozles
Topic Started: Tue Dec 8, 2009 8:05 am (797 Views)
Quatre R. Winner
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The blast seemed to have taken out an entire side of the laboratory. As they made their way across the Quad other students had begun to gather to watch the smoke dissipate. Had there been an attack? Quatre couldn't hear anything overhead. There didn't seem to be body parts strewn about to a suicide bomber wasn't an option. Maybe it was a science experiment gone bad?

Just as he was studying the scene a enormous Hobbit stepped into his path.

"Excuse me, Hobbit. Do you think you could give my friend a lift?" The hobbit student seemed to have a large back and shoulders capable for carrying.
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Heero was trying desperately to drowned out Maxwell's incessant babbling, and the loud explosion that blew out the side of the Biden Lab seemed like an excellent and all-too-convenient distraction. Hitting the ground and taking cover behind the statue of Palindrome Otto, Heero was certain that this was a heavenly sign from the gods of chaos that they approved of his scheme to get expelled. The only problem was that Kushrenada would probably blame them for this little explosion. That sucked. If Heero was going to go to great lengths to get himself kicked out of ICUP he damned well intended to do the crime to get the punishment.

Scanning the area through the plaster debris and smoke, he spotted Winner and Barton across the open field. Perhaps they would know where to find Merquise and Chang. They would certainly want in on this brilliant plot. Well, he was positive that Barton would--their resident clown was a git rivaled only by Heero's own social awkwardness. Maybe if he offered Winner cupcakes the kid would cave and help him with a strategy? And since when did hobbits wander the grounds of a Preventers campus?

Heero got down in the grass on his stomach, secured the straps of his backpack, and proceeded to crawl army-style across the Quad towards his former teammates. This was serious business. The enemy could attack at any moment and his training as a soldier told him that if they were willing to set off explosives in the damned Lab Building during normal classroom hours then they were dealing with a ruthless enemy indeed. Even the Gundam pilots had never attacked unarmed civilians.

Much. Hey, little girls and puppies are considered armed combatants during times of war, dammit.

As he closed in on Barton and Winner's location, Heero checked his surroundings once more to ensure that he hadn't been followed. Seemed the coast was clear. He crawled up behind their master strategist, pulled sharply on his pant leg, and whispered just loudly enough to be heard. "04, have you identified the enemy?" Sure, this was probably the crackiest post Heero had ever been involved in to-date, but final exams were hurting Chris' face and I need an outlet for my academic rage.
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Well, Duo's expert rambling about the finer points of sculptural art in contrast to the ugly statue before them was interrupted very rudely by an explosion in the building they'd just left. While Heero did a magnificent nose dive into the dirt, Duo simply whirled around to find the source of the noise, got hit with a wave of hot air, and promptly fell flat on his back with a squeak of surprise.

As he stared up at the dreary British sky, now filled with black smoke while flames peeked up at the corner of his vision, he couldn't help feeling quite offended that someone else had managed to blow up a campus building before he'd gotten around to it. He sat up suddenly, eyed the offensive hole in the building, noticing idly that it was exactly where lab #7 was, and where he and Heero had been just five minutes ago, and burst out with an exclamation of, "That was totally my idea, bastard!" aimed at whatever jackass who had stolen his thunder.

He sulked there for a few moments, completely unconcerned at the chaos around the building, until he heard a scuffling behind him. Duo twisted around and caught sight of Heero army-crawling away like some scruffy-looking slug. Hey! He was leaving him behind! Jerk..

So he climbed to his feet, dusted himself off, shoved his hands into his jean pockets, and strolled casually along after his slithering roommate, feeling very much like Steve Irwin tracking a Taipan. But hopefully Heero wouldn't bite him, and if he did, Duo was at least able to reassure himself that he was about 77% sure that his roommate wasn't poisonous.


Uh oh, SNAKE!HEERO has encountered a PREPSICLE! Obvious exits are NORTH, SOUTH, and SUSAN. FIGHT? Y/N

> Y_

SNAKE!HEERO uses GLARE. It's super ineffective!

FLEE? Y/N

>Y_


"04, have you identified the enemy?" Duo blinked, and noticed that it was actually Quatre he'd just been imagining having an oldschool interactive fiction pokemon battle with.

"Hey, Quatre!" he piped up, carefully stepping over Heero to get to him, and then noticed Trowa as well... in capris? "Woah, man. What happened to your clothes?"
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"Hm...? I have other clothes?"

It was then that Trowa realized something: he could never make a go of crime fighting. There was simply too much competition around here between his sister, the other G-boys and the professors.  "Look, Quatre," he remarked while pointing at the sky over the lab building.  "It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's Treize and some old codger."  Treize landed neatly on the back of one of the nearby hobbits, slid off it and then wandered away muttering something in a foreign language. Who knew which one; it was all Greek to Trowa. There was no way he could shoot himself across campus like that without the cannon from the circus, and there was no way he was going back to the colonies to get it. Fine; Treize could be the damn crime fighter around here if that's what he wanted. Stupid dead bastard. Was it any wonder Trowa spent most of his time these days totally wasted?

Speaking of wasted, he was finally starting to come out of his purple haze now that the gag had pretty much run its course. Hopefully he wouldn't get addicted. It was good to know he wasn't dying, at least.  "I'm Alive!" he exclaimed like a git, now up to the third of five irrelevant song titles he was going to squeeze into this post. They made excellent filler.  "I'm so happy, I could start a Riot!

Heero and Duo appeared, and Heero suddenly threw himself to the ground, crawling on his stomach like John Wayne in all those war movies. Cool. Duo followed the git snake reject from Black Hawk Down  until he arrived at Quatre's position, secured his pants leg and began talking in code.

"04, have you identified the enemy?"

"I have. It's His Flying Excellency and his sidekick, Geezer Man. I'll never be a crime fighter with them around."  Why couldn't Treize just stay dead? Trowa didn't even have any classes with him as far as he knew now and the bastard was still a pain. Was that five? Yes, it was. Good, we were done.

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Was that Treize on the back of an elephant? But of course he would make an entrance akin to that of a Sultan of Agrabah, he was arrogant like that. Quatre even recalled hearing rumors that Treize Kushrenada had of Greek baths and thrones and feasted upon the blood and hearts of small Aryan children.

"04, have you identified the enemy?"

The voice seemed small and distant and surprised Quatre. He tore his eyes away from Treize's caravan and looked behind himself. There was Duo sauntering up but the voice didn't sound like his...

Then his pant leg was tugged. He looked down and saw a grotesque R.O.U.S lying at his feet.

"Oh no!" He involuntarily jumped back and lifted his foot and stomped. TWICE. Really hard- which may not have been so hard because it was Quatre - but they were formidable stomps for him.

"Oh..." when the R.O.U.S didn't run away he realized that it had fleshy extension. Two.. four.. oh, it was a person.

"Heero?" He peered down at his fallen comrade, his confused expression bordering mortification. "Allah forgive me, I didn't know it was you!"

Feeling just as horrible as he had that one time he blew up that so-and-so colony, he knelt down to the ground and proceeded to cradle poor Heero's broken skull in his arms. "Oh, what have I done? What horrible deed have I done? Now the world will never be saved, I have stomped out the heart of space. Who will save us now?" He hugged Heero's face against his chest and sniffed back a tear or two. "I'm a horrible person. I am so horrible. This is all my fault..."

He looked around. There wasn't any water that he could pour into Heero's mouth to revive him, and try as he might he couldn't get his body to encompass Heero's with an unearthly glow. Maybe because he hadn't had breakfast yet...
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Heero was patiently awaiting a response from the team strategist when Winner lifted his foot and stomped his brilliant little head in. Twice. Aside from staring blankly up at the offending loafer in ill-disguised confusion, Heero could do little else.

He was not a rodent of unusual size (in this particular case, a capybara, but a human Gundam pilot with a currently fractured skull. This was definitely going to put a damper on carrying out The Plan. And Heero's test scores.

Winner was babbling to his heathen god and apologizing profusely, and if the impending thirty or so stitches to Heero's skull weren't bad enough, now Messenger Bag Boy was crushing his face and suffocating him. Heero's life flashed before his eyes and it consisted of detonators and a vast sea of pink. He was looking for the symbolism in this endless field of salmon-colored nothing when he realized that it was just Winner's shirt. He growled quietly and waited for Sandrock's pilot to release his stranglehold on his head. He heard Trowa's voice from somewhere on the other side of Winner's chest cavity, and if he and Maxwell had a single ounce of common sense between them they would get their teammate off of his skull.
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Duo was distracted from Trowa's girly capris pants when he heard Quatre shriek like a little girl. He turned around just in time to see his harmless little friend stomp on his roommate's head. He blinked, and suddenly the pokemon battle had a conclusion.

FLEE? Y/N

>Y_

Too slow, sucker!

PREPSICLE uses STOMP. It's super effective! SNAKE!HEERO loses 9000 hit points.

SNAKE!HEERO has fainted.

GAME OVER

Damn. If only he'd remembered to buy some more phoenix downs in that last town... oh wait. Wrong game.

"Oh, what have I done? What horrible deed have I done? Now the world will never be saved, I have stomped out the heart of space. Who will save us now? I'm a horrible person. I am so horrible. This is all my fault..."

Duo arched a brow at Quatre. This would be a perfect time to use another quote from the show, but he'd already completed that mission. Drat. Duo wasn't really sure if he considered Heero of all people to be the heart of space anyway. And.. there wasn't really anything to save them from anyway.. unless you counted a zombie!Treize, but that was easily fixed with a few bullets through the skull. Or a chainsaw.

"Quatre," he started, leaning down and patting the sniffly one's shoulder. He repeated himself a little louder because Quatre's wails were drowning him out. "Quatre! He's alright." Hm, no response. "I think he'll pull through." He let out a frustrated sound. "He'll get better, dammit!" Then he reached down and pried Quatre's flimsy prepsicle arms off his roommate because he could tell Quatre was going to start in about how it was his fault there was no air in space along with no brains in Heero's squished cranium.

Heero flopped back to the grass when Quatre's arms were forced from around his head. Duo let go of his buddy, patted his bright blond hair lightly and crouched down beside Heero. "Yo, Heero," he reached out and prodded his roommate's cheek with a forefinger, "Should we call the nurse?" He was pretty sure perfect soldier Yuy would reject the idea, but his head was an awfully weird looking shape..
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What was needed here was a crime fighter, but Duo was on to the next best thing. When Docker Man is otherwise engaged, your best bet is the school nurse. Remember that, kids; it might save your life someday when you're being attacked by aliens from another dimension.

This wasn't one of those third-rate RP's where an ambulance would magically appear when you needed one, so Trowa looked around for something else that would serve. He certainly wasn't going to carry a giant rodent to the school nurse himself. Heero might have fleas. He'd have to think of something else.

"I wonder now why none of us has ever thought to buy a car?"  If only Dorothy was here with her golden truck or that way cool gold Duesenberg limo or whatever the hell it was. Unfortunately, she was busy doing finals and hated us anyhow, so she was unlikely to show up and be of assistance. Damn. There was nothing else around that might be useful except all those oliphaunts cleverly disguised as hobbits.

Trowa folded his arms and leaned against a tree, trying to think. He never realized how useful Heavyarms was until he got rid of it. The gundam had hauled Heero away once before for some lackluster health care, as well as fighting the oppressive, evil organization known as Treize and entertaining at children's parties. Oh, why had he allowed Duo to blow it up with the other gundams? Okay, fair was fair, since he'd destroyed Deathscythe once upon a time, but that was business and this—

"Kenda, stop that. I'm trying to think."  The elephant swatted him playfully with her trunk, but he really needed to concentrate on how to get Heero to the nurse without doing any actual work, and Kenda was derailing his train of thought. If he had a piece of paper and a pen, he could probably get her to write down what she wanted; she seemed to be able to do that now thanks to a few dozen performances of the immensely popular Magna Carta Elephants!  circus act, but he didn't have the time, and Kenda was—

Say, that was a thought.  "Kenda can carry the rodent to the nurse. She loves being helpful. Give me your arm, Heero."  Trowa yanked Heero off the ground like a sack of whole grain bulgur wheat and tossed him up on the elephant's back. Maybe he wasn't a crime fighter, but he was still super strong. Patting Kenda affectionately, he began to lead her gently in the direction of the buildings over yonder. See, PETA? No bullhooks here!

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Quatre hated holding things up and somehow he had gotten busy with Kingdom Hearts 358/2, housework, training other nurses, working, being accused of things he didn't do at work and feeling completely underappreciated in everything that he does for his job, and so and forgot that it was his turn to post.

So he bounded back into the game with bells on and, in true third-rate RP form, conveniently became all knowing and omniscient.

"Oh no, Wu Fei needs my help! Trowa, meet you later, hope Heero's brain stays intact see you after the weekend!" He chirped, glomped Trowa for behind and snuggled the back of his neck (in a completely bromance sort of way, no homo...) before flailing a limp-wristed goodbye to 01 and 02, then scampered quickly across the Quad lawn toward the dorm where he would take care of Wu Fei and make everything right, eventually.

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