Characters: OPEN to everyone still in Death City Location: Death City Rating:PG-13-R for frog violence Time: Morning of the mission; 7 am Description: It's raining frogs ( come again another day )
[This is Mifune. This is Mifune with his swords spread out and around the Communal entrance. There's nothing he can do about the frogs inside, but he's going to stand here and make sure nothing gets in from the bottom. You'd think it would be easy, but the sheer amount of frogs make it hard to keep track of what he's supposed to be killing.]
[This is HB. This is HB walking home from her morning errands, always an early riser this one, she'd seen people head off to Shibusen a bit earlier, and now she had a few books as she walked back towards the Communal, intent on preparing some nice tea and eat some biscuits while she read.
Sadly that was not meant to be, as suddenly there were frogs raining on them, and the instinctual reaction - and it pained her heart to do so - was to drop the books and use her umbrella to swat the things away. (She was a witch and British, acquiring an umbrella had been about the first thing she'd done in this godforsaken place.) They were everywhere and---where those swords stuck on the ground?]
[He's just about finished stabbing another frog through the ground when he hears that, looks up, and-- Oh. Her.]
We're being attacked. [There's just no way to make that sentence any shorter. Swipe at the sword right next to him, it goes flying right into the frog gnawing at her skirt.]
[She eyes the sword while using her umbrella like a bat this time.]
I'm doing quite well, thank you very--
[--and hitting a larger frog that took half of her umbrella off with it as it exploded. HB looked at the remains and let out a frustrated sound as she threw it away and reached for the sword. ...whoa, that's kinda heavy.]
And what on Earth am I supposed to do with this thing?
[Have a bit of uncoordinated swinging around. Cut the woman some slack, it's not like she's ever done this before.]
[askdhask Mifune is constantly surprised at how much talking this woman requires from him.]
Stab them with it. Drop it on their heads pointy end first, should work. [And then he demonstrates, kicking a frog mid-leap for his head down and stabbing it to the concrete.]
[She's not all that strong, physically, but adrenaline and just flat out wrath do wonders, even if it's really nothing more than aimless hack and slashing at everything around her.]
[He just continues what he's doing, occasionally sending a sword flying from his arsenal to assist her. If these frogs left bodies, they would be creating a pretty big pile of it by now.]
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Sadly that was not meant to be, as suddenly there were frogs raining on them, and the instinctual reaction - and it pained her heart to do so - was to drop the books and use her umbrella to swat the things away. (She was a witch and British, acquiring an umbrella had been about the first thing she'd done in this godforsaken place.) They were everywhere and---where those swords stuck on the ground?]
What's the meaning of this?!
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We're being attacked. [There's just no way to make that sentence any shorter. Swipe at the sword right next to him, it goes flying right into the frog gnawing at her skirt.]
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I notice that!
[That was quite a meanspirited swipe of that umbrella, not unlike a golf club.]
Witches, is it?
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How utterly creative.
[She eyes the sword while using her umbrella like a bat this time.]
I'm doing quite well, thank you very--
[--and hitting a larger frog that took half of her umbrella off with it as it exploded. HB looked at the remains and let out a frustrated sound as she threw it away and reached for the sword. ...whoa, that's kinda heavy.]
And what on Earth am I supposed to do with this thing?
[Have a bit of uncoordinated swinging around. Cut the woman some slack, it's not like she's ever done this before.]
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Stab them with it. Drop it on their heads pointy end first, should work. [And then he demonstrates, kicking a frog mid-leap for his head down and stabbing it to the concrete.]
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Oh for the love of--
[She's not all that strong, physically, but adrenaline and just flat out wrath do wonders, even if it's really nothing more than aimless hack and slashing at everything around her.]
My left hand for my lightning.
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Your what?
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[Stab.]
But of course that odious thing had to take my magic away.
[Stab.]
If I still had it, this all would be gone in a flash and cleared up in five minutes.
[STAB.]
But of course, BREW prefers it the hard way.
[She's getting good at the stabbing. Stabbing is quite cathartic, surprisingly.]
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Heh. You're not a bad swordsman.
[That may be a little bit of admiration there. After all, beginners didn't usually pick the stabbing technique up so quickly.]
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Yes, well. Thank you.
[So prim and proper.]
The circumstances are at fault for that.
[Oh, hey, STAB.]
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[Oh, wait.]
Why don't you go in?
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Well you see, good sir.
[STAB if this were anyone other than Hardbroom, you'd think she's starting to get some sadistic enjoyment of popping up frogs]
While I'm rather fond of walking swiftly--
[STAB]
---and I'd much rather not get in your way,
[STAB]
It is quite hard to do so with exploding frogs raining on my head.
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I'll escort you? [Since the entrance is not so far.]
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