boris airay ♫ 9

[carnivalcat]

Who: Boris Airay & the unsuspecting
Where: ... anywhere that's jungle-infested?
Style: Either!
Status: Open like whoa. Either fall victim to the kitty or make the kitty fall victim to you, ohoho.

[Guess who took advantage of the jungle setting? A cat lurks in the jungle, and this time it isn't any tiger. But Boris, for all his boredom, felt like

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[scholastical]

[Canas is already clumsy, and a derp. He's wandering around, logging the plants in his notebook with good, derpy, scholarly, wide-eyed excitement.

And then he trips over the vine.

He does a rather magnificent faceplant into the ground.

And then, a few moments later, he is covered by leaves, and all you can hear is spluttering.]

[carnivalcat]

[And from the trees, Canas? Loud, loud laughter.]

And he just tripped! Just like that! Too easy!

[scholastical]

[Have some muffled aksdnklasndlsa.

kasnmdklsamdlas

Mmmmmph.

Just.

Mmmph.]

[carnivalcat]

[And more laughter as he narrowly avoids rolling right off his place on the tree branch.]

Consider yourself trapped, buddy.

[scholastical]

[After a few moments of hapless struggling, he...gets nowhere at all. Wimpy scholar is wimpy.]

Mmph!

[carnivalcat]

[... wow, now this is just pathetic. Jumping down now, and walking over to that little lump under the trap before poking it.]

Pretty lame, man. Pretty lame.

[scholastical]

Mmph mmmm pfff.

[That's all for a moment. And then there is a dark ball of energy incinerating the plants and trap that is keeping him pinned. Don't lose a finger, Boris. ♥

And Canas sits up, looking rather dazed, monocle askew.]

[carnivalcat]

[asdfa;ljdsf. He has to yowl and jump back a few feet.]

... what the hell?

[scholastical]

[Cough. Cough. He brushes leaves and dirt from his robes absently.

Then he blinks and notices Boris.]

Oh. Would you mind assisting me for a moment, please?

[carnivalcat]

Before you ask, I'm not gonna help you out with your target practice.

[scholastical]

Target practice?

[He just looks baffled for a moment as he rubs his monocle on his sleeve and replaces it.]

Oh, no, no. I was merely wondering if you would hold my books for me while I...ah, extract myself from this mess.

[carnivalcat]

[... seems safe enough. So he'll be wandering on over and holding out his hands.]

Alright, fine.

[scholastical]

[He hands off his books to Boris, and then sets to extracting himself from the mess.

And when he is finally standing, he brushes leaves and dirt from his robes, looking rather baffled.]

Goodness, that was a surprise.

[carnivalcat]

Then I consider that a job well done.

[scholastical]

[Blink. Blink.]

Oh. You were the one to set up that trap?

[...]

Er...Why?

[carnivalcat]

The real question here is 'why not?'