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Characters: Chase (no_afterword), Rai (typhoonboom), Fuumui (popupshadow), and Greed (alldesires)
Location: Casualty Communal, thirteenth floor.
Rating: Anywhere from PG-13 to R given the company
Time: Late on the sixth/early on the seventh
Description: Rai enjoys harassing Chase; Chase does not enjoy it and makes it known; his neighbors don't appreciate this and thus the troll brigade is crafted.
While it had not been a bad night, by any degree, it certainly could have been better. His room was colder than he would have liked because of the open window, which he'd not shut after the day's warmth, and hew as feeling a little sluggish thanks to it. Deserts. So advantageous in so many ways ... and then they went and froze like a tundra at night. There were more environmentally fickle places in the world, but he had a special place in the shriveled black lump of coal he called a heart for deserts.
In short, Chase was a bit chilly when he shut the door to his bedroom behind him. He was very shortly much colder and much more pointedly wet when, half a second later, his instincts screamed to life and something burst against his back, showering him in freezing water and cascading bits of colored plastic to the floor along with what little water hadn't been immediately soaked into his clothes.
For a few moments, he was frozen, both out of shock and inarticulate rage. Then he all but roared in abject fury as he realized the only possible culprit of such a stupid attack.
"You worthless insect!" he snarled, lunging for the window, knowing that one floor down lay the source of all his current, immediate problems and intending to catch it in the act - or at least slam his window shut and seal it forever, cold be damned.
Location: Casualty Communal, thirteenth floor.
Rating: Anywhere from PG-13 to R given the company
Time: Late on the sixth/early on the seventh
Description: Rai enjoys harassing Chase; Chase does not enjoy it and makes it known; his neighbors don't appreciate this and thus the troll brigade is crafted.
While it had not been a bad night, by any degree, it certainly could have been better. His room was colder than he would have liked because of the open window, which he'd not shut after the day's warmth, and hew as feeling a little sluggish thanks to it. Deserts. So advantageous in so many ways ... and then they went and froze like a tundra at night. There were more environmentally fickle places in the world, but he had a special place in the shriveled black lump of coal he called a heart for deserts.
In short, Chase was a bit chilly when he shut the door to his bedroom behind him. He was very shortly much colder and much more pointedly wet when, half a second later, his instincts screamed to life and something burst against his back, showering him in freezing water and cascading bits of colored plastic to the floor along with what little water hadn't been immediately soaked into his clothes.
For a few moments, he was frozen, both out of shock and inarticulate rage. Then he all but roared in abject fury as he realized the only possible culprit of such a stupid attack.
"You worthless insect!" he snarled, lunging for the window, knowing that one floor down lay the source of all his current, immediate problems and intending to catch it in the act - or at least slam his window shut and seal it forever, cold be damned.