The Killing gAme cont. AGAIN
ooc: okay so where were we? On the top of the small mountain, running for our lives from the Tikiman? Let's see.... what was your last post?
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ooc: Let's make this interesting. This thread just isn't the same when one's mortal life isn't in any immediate danger.
bic: "You... know... Shadrak," Maverick panted as they ran. "It seems... we're doing... an aweful lot... of running... of late."
booc: In fact, lets just skip ahead.
bic: They ran for what seemed like hours until they stopped, the throbbing stitch in Maverick's side becoming something akin to getting stabbed. In, out. In, out. In, out. Arrrrgggh. "I think... we lost them," he said, leaning against a tree.
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Shadrak flumped to the ground. "You think?" He giggled only slightly insanely, "Oh I think they're hiding behind that tree with cameras and ICE CREAM and all manner of amphetamines!!" he kept muttering into the turf, but it was hard to pick out what he was saying, not that the first bit had made any sense anyway.
There was a funny purple-feather-fletched dart sticking out between Shadrak's shoulderblades.
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Maverick stopped for a moment and stared at the dart, not comprehending its meaning. Then he rolled his head back and, muttering a prayer to the Gods, walked over to Shadrak and plucked the feathered dart out of his friends back. With effort, he rolled his friends over
"Shadrak," he said, snapping his fingers over Shadrak's face, "Shadrak, can you hear me?"
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ooc: this is completely too fun! XD
bic:
Shadrak blinked, giggled, and muttered something about pixies.
Then he blinked again and attempted the grab the weaving hand making funny noises. He missed... and giggled.
ooc: mawr XD sorry, this is just waaay to fun to write! Besides which... I think he found my stash of soogar and just ODed onnit XD
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ooc: Tcha, it reminds me of this story my friends told me about this one time when they got thown out of this bar after throwing 'up' the bar!
bic: Maverick sighed and looked around, spotted some brush and began dragging his delirious friend into a safe hiding place for the rest of the night. Little did he know that while he was looking around, a little pigmi was watching him right back.
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ooc: OMG! Me too! My friends and I were at the Blue Dragon and were meeting up for an rp game and the whole time my charecter acted like she was drunk. It was F-U-N! The only problem was that since then no one believed I'd never drunk alcohol before, after that.
bic: Maverick sat and leaned back against a tree, his eyes clsoed but his ears alert all night as Shadrak lay in the tall grass unconscious. At sunrise, his ear twitched and his eyes snapped open, staring straight ahead. They narrowed. They were surrounded. He guess there to be about... six. Suddenly, a little pigmi leapt out of the bushes screaming bloody murder. Maverick didn't flinch. He did, however, stick his hand hand out and catch the little bastard by his neck. Another came charging out with a third just behind him. Maverick slammed the one in his hand into the second one and threw it at the third. One dropped from over head and landed in front of him while the one hit by his comrad staggered to a standing position and readied himself to attack again. He punched the one in front of him then held him in front of himself as the last two pigmi shot blue-feathered darts at him, hitting their comrad instead. They jumped out of the bushes behind the one standing and yelled, ready to attack. Maverick took one look at them, shrugged, rolled their now unconscious pigmi friend into a ball and rolled him on the ground at them. The pigmi ball hit the last three standing and knocked them all down. STRIKE! All three pigmi pins were knocked down and moaning on the ground. Satisfied with himself, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to relax.
booc: You're right! You're right! Tis a LOT of fun! Hehehehehe!
bic:
Shadrak groaned and sat up when the mad shrieking of the pigmies finally invaded his happy dreams. He blinked blearily and finally caught sight of Maverick. "I do say," he muttered, "Now where are we? what happened.... why do I feel like jumping up a tree and chittering at you?" he asked that last with real curiosity, of Maverick.
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Maverick peeked one eyelid open and stared over at his friend.
"I have no idea." He paused, then went on.
"You were hit with this." He held up the tiny blue feathered dart. It looked exotic in the dawn light.
"It knocked you out and I dragged you over here where I've been keeping watch the whole night. So. Are you better?"
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Shadrak sat up, tested his limbs, smacked himself in the face by accident and on purpose. "Eh, as well enough," he shrugged and picked himself up. "Woo! I'm standing! checkitout Maverick! I'mstandingandwhatonearthisthat?wooo!it'sallsmallandevilanditwantsmybabies!" Shadrak appeared to be in working condition, with a slight tendency to over-fast talking. He was pointing at a bruised Pigmy picking himself up.
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What? He couldn't have heard him right. That was just... that was just too wierd, even for Shadrak. He unfolded his legs and stretched them out above the back of the groaning pigmi, crossed his feet and let them drop heavily on him, firmly pinning him to the ground.
"Care to interrogate the pigmi?"
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Shadrak cocked his head to the side, "DoIhaveto? Iwantfood... I'mhungryareyouhungry?" he coughed at the look Maverick was giving him. "Um... I. am. hungry. um.... what's. that?" he could apparently talk cohesively if he concentrated. He was pointing at the pinned pigmy.
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"I have no idea; I was hoping you could tell me."
The little man was busy struggling under his boots but was quickly silenced as Maverick lifted one foot and let it drop across his back - hard.
"There IS something wrong with you."
The thing gave an "oomph" and lay still. Maverick considered for a moment his next actions. Using his feet, he rolled the little imp over onto his back and quirked an eyebrow at him.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Aphooi!"
"Is that an answer or did you just sneeze?"
"I sneezed."
"Gezundheit."
The pigmi sniffled.
"Thank you."
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Shadrak giggled. It was cute... like a furry little animal.
...He wondered if Maverick would notice if he tried to take one home with him. ((XD))
Shadrak sighed and tried not to talk, but it was so hard. He wanted to babble randomly like an idiot, but he knew Maverick would smack him. He gave in half-way and sat giggling incohesively.
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"So what's wrong with him?"
"Aphooi."
"Do you have allergies?"
"No."
"Then why do you keep sneezing?"
"I'm answering your question."
"Which question?"
"The one about the babbling one."
"... So?"
"So what?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Aphooi."
"He has a cold?"
"No."
"Then what does he have?"
"Aphooi."
Maverick sighed.
"What. Is. Aphooi?"
"Poison."
"The name of the poison is Aphooi?"
"Yes."
"Is there an antadote?"
"Yes."
"... ... ... what is it?"
"Pie."
"The antedote is pie."
"Yes."
"What kind of pie?"
"The kind you eat."
Maverick looked up to the sky and prayed to the Gods for patiance.
"Yes, but what kind?"
"The High Boota's kind."
"The what?"
"The High Boota. He back at village with wife and kids. Get no 'spect from wife and kids. Wife whine and say "Go out and get job 'stead of sitting on straw mat all day drinking rotten monkey spoils from tree. Kids play loud music all day. No 'spect for hard working father."
"Great, we're getting somewhere. Where's this village?"
"That way," he said, pointing down.
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ooc: BWAHAHAHAHAAHA!! *applauds* bootiful ^-^
bic:
Shadrak sat up and chirrupped, then he lay back down and rolled on the grass. "IswearI'mgoingcrazymateIfeellikeIcouldgetusedtothisdammitallhowcomemytonguedoesdat?" He pulled out his tongue and tried to look at it.
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Maverick looked at Shadrak and said, "That's... interesting. So where's this village again?"
The little man pointed down. Maverick pushed down into the pigmi's flesh and then lifted his foot. The little man bounced up a bit and he kicked down again. The little man bounced like a ball into the air and Maverick caught him by his grass skirt. Holding him up, he used the little man as a compass.
"How do we get to your village?"
"Walking."
"Now you're just being difficult."
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On what questions you ask."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
The Pigmi sighed.
"Ask the right questions, get the right answers."
"I see."
"So said the blind man as he spit into the wind."
"What?"
"Nevermind; too deep for you."
"What's the quickest way to your village?"
The little pigmi pointed into the brush.
"Thatawaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
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