Word Association

[spunky_reploid]

Axl pops out of the air duct, landing with an unceremonious thunk on the ground. He gets up, brushes himself off and crosses his arms

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[fightingfefnir]

"Me!" Fefnir replies less plainly than Zero. It would feel weird for him to refer to himself in any kind of boring tone. He's Fefnir! He punches things up, both literally and figuratively, so he punctuates his next sentence with a fist pump. "Incidentally, shy's not a good word association for me."

[spunky_reploid]

"Hmmm, I would say that "red" and "spiky" would also work fairly well, but they're not quite as creative as "explosive" is. But in the effort of keeping the game going and making things interesting and, well, with an introduction like that I'll have to go with..."

Dramatic pose, "Passionate!"

[fightingfefnir]

"Me!" he replies again almost instantly, but then his wicked grin fades somewhat. "Shit, I can't use the same word twice, huh?"

[spunky_reploid]

"No, you can't! Try again!"

Though Axl isn't sure whether that's a rule or not... it'd be a bit tough to continue on like this...

[fightingfefnir]

"Uh... love!" he decides, never having made any love that wasn't passionate. Should the game be suggestive when he's playing it with a kid? Probably not, but if he's too young to know stuff like that, he won't even get it. No harm done.

[spunky_reploid]

That makes sense, people would be passionate when it comes to the ones they love! The hidden meaning has passed right over Axl's head as he quickly responds with, "Hearts!"

[fightingfefnir]

"Uh... blood, I guess." There isn't really anywhere else to go, is there? Organs might not be as morbid, but it sounds all gross. He hopes Axl will steer this one away from human anatomy; it's not exactly his strongest subject.

[spunky_reploid]

And Axl chimes in with the best equivalent to it, not really knowing much about human anatomy himself, "Oil."

[fightingfefnir]

This is just getting harder and harder for Fefnir. None of them are particularly difficult, but focusing his mind on one train of thought isn't really his idea of a good time. "Dammit. Uh... gone." The oil's gone, right? They wouldn't be having an energy crisis if they had some oil to use. Yeah, that makes sense.

[spunky_reploid]

"Gone, gone... um... Like the wind? Er... no...." Axl taps his helmet thinking and chimes in with, "Rum!"

[fightingfefnir]

Fefnir gives a low chuckle; he's plenty ridiculous without any help from alcohol, but he can't say he really minds being around drunk people. "Fun."

[spunky_reploid]

Axl, of course, knows the wrong answer for this in polite company, but he reckons he's not really in polite company so it's okay!

"Guns!"

[fightingfefnir]

Axl reckons correctly. In response, Fefnir reaches to his back and pulls out one of his cannons, heaving it back to his front to show it off. "Big."

[spunky_reploid]

Axl smugly pulls out his pistols and twirls them in his hands.

"Slow."

[fightingfefnir]

Fefnir may not have whipped out his gun to compare it with another guy's in a while, but the distinctly male ritual is familiar. He lets off a quick volley of fireballs that whiz past Axl's head, possibly activating a few sprinklers in the distance.

"Fast."