2 enchantments - accidental video post
What on earth...Grant, watch out. [hair sneaks up to grab Conrad's ankles]
....what are you going on abou-ou-ou-ou oh WHAT....what IS that??!??!!?!?!?! [evades, by.....jumping on the table]
Don't move, I'll handle it. [strides purposefully towards the hair.]
Oh, you'll 'handle it' sure.... [slightly irritable...but not moving from the table, oh but the hair decides to bypass Christopher and go for Conrad again...it's the Evil Fate, damn it...... he scrambles backward and falls clear off the other side of the table...because he's smooth like that.]
Really, Grant. [to the hair, with determined overtones in his voice] Leave him alone and go back to where you came from.
Don't really me. It's not as though I---- [words turn into sort of frantic mumble as he scrambles back to his feet and sort of starts to run toward Christopher but then changes his mind and doubles back.....the hair is incorrigible however and not particularly responsive to performative speech apparently....drat!]
[sounding annoyed] Stay. [That, at least, seems to work, and the hair freezes in mid-air. In a more joking tone,] Well, Grant, I believe a pair of scissors would come in useful right now.
......maybe. [just being petulant because being saved by Christopher from creeper hair is just a little pathetic, even for him.]
[....but alas, they spoke too soon, and a whole swath of hair rises up behind them, like a wave of uneven cut stuff that resembles teeth, part of it taps Christopher on the shoulder.]
Oh bother.
AHHH!
((ooc: blue is Christopher, black is Conrad. Kanda and Noise are free to action out a break-in into the apartment here if they like =D))
....what are you going on abou-ou-ou-ou oh WHAT....what IS that??!??!!?!?!?! [evades, by.....jumping on the table]
Don't move, I'll handle it. [strides purposefully towards the hair.]
Oh, you'll 'handle it' sure.... [slightly irritable...but not moving from the table, oh but the hair decides to bypass Christopher and go for Conrad again...it's the Evil Fate, damn it...... he scrambles backward and falls clear off the other side of the table...because he's smooth like that.]
Really, Grant. [to the hair, with determined overtones in his voice] Leave him alone and go back to where you came from.
Don't really me. It's not as though I---- [words turn into sort of frantic mumble as he scrambles back to his feet and sort of starts to run toward Christopher but then changes his mind and doubles back.....the hair is incorrigible however and not particularly responsive to performative speech apparently....drat!]
[sounding annoyed] Stay. [That, at least, seems to work, and the hair freezes in mid-air. In a more joking tone,] Well, Grant, I believe a pair of scissors would come in useful right now.
......maybe. [just being petulant because being saved by Christopher from creeper hair is just a little pathetic, even for him.]
[....but alas, they spoke too soon, and a whole swath of hair rises up behind them, like a wave of uneven cut stuff that resembles teeth, part of it taps Christopher on the shoulder.]
Oh bother.
AHHH!
((ooc: blue is Christopher, black is Conrad. Kanda and Noise are free to action out a break-in into the apartment here if they like =D))