Creepin' Creepin'

[flytoreadorfly]

Who: Tavros Nitram flytoreadorfly and YOU!
What: Tavros is a 'creepy stalker' for the month. WATCH HIM FAIL MISERABLY.
When: No...w...?
Where: Anywhere on the Thor!
Warnings: Possibly creepiness? Idek, this is Tavros we're talking about.

Comments

O hai.

[apathetic_seal]

[Luckily, it takes a while for lady!Minato to realize something's going on. His(her) now-long hair more or less kills his peripheral vision, and metal clanking sounds are commonplace on the Thor, for the most part.]

[However, it is when the sounds persist for a while that he starts getting suspicious. Just what was it? He took a moment to stop and listen, seeing if it was merely someone walking where he was going, they'd just walk past him.]

y harro dere

[flytoreadorfly]

[Minato may hear a few more clangs before they stop abruptly, as if the source of the footsteps doesn't know whether he should hide or just. Stay in place. Tavros is looking around now, but they're walking down a long corridor, and there aren't really any corners he can hide behind. As it is, he's just awkwardly standing a few yards away from Minato now, hoping that his target doesn't turn around.]

o/

[apathetic_seal]

[...Huh. It stopped. Somehow, that was a little more unsettling than it just continuing...]

[Oh well. He had to get to class anyway, so off he goes again.]

[flytoreadorfly]

[Tavros inwardly breathes a sigh of relief when Minato doesn't glance backwards. After a moment of hesitation, he starts walking after 'him' again.]

[...Hey, maybe he's actually pretty good at this! His inner troll self-confidence is calling to him! RUFIOOOOO]

Assume this icon is not a girl. :|

[crazy88888888s]

[So, wings help in the sneaking department. Which is happening to you, Tavros. She's really pretty close, and she's probably going to scare you whispering into your ear like that. You might also notice she sounds more masculine than normal.]

You really suck at this, Pupa.

[flytoreadorfly]

[It really figures that Tavros will just get reverse-trolled whenever he's trying to do the trolling himself.

>Tavros: FLIP THE FUCK OUT.

He does so, but at least he doesn't do an acrobatic flip off of the proverbial handle. He just jumps a little bit and looks PRETTY DAMN SURPRISED for a moment. Savor that, Vriska.]

W-whoa!

[crazy88888888s]

[Laughter is being had right now. So much of it, you have no idea. Maybe you do.]

You're cute when you're scared.

[flytoreadorfly]

[Tavros just shakes his head a few times to clear it, squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them again. He turns towards the source of the voice (Vriska? She sounds a little hoarser than usual--) and tries to manage a faltering sort of argument, but then...

...wait. She doesn't look like she usually does.

...uHH,]

...Uhh.

Wow.

...Vriska?

[cakefesta]

[all right.]

[this is getting pretty damn annoying.]

[he'd just taken it for granted that Robojerk had followed him to the grocery store after his brief stop at the ATM. a lot of people went to the store after going to the ATM, it was a common pattern.]

[but following him to the candy store?]

[and then to the ATM again?]

[and then to the goddamn bathroom?]

[he waits until they're alone in the hallway before stopping, not looking over his shoulder as he speaks]

Oi oi oi, Robocop, are you done playing private investigator? Aa? What's the deal?

[flytoreadorfly]

[IN ALL FAIRNESS HE WAS JUST DOING HIS JOB... And he did enjoy all the pitstops that Gintoki'd made, especially the candy store. He has to remember that for the future.

But! He didn't expect to be called out on it, since, you know, he'd made it this far without the blue-haired human making a comment. He'd actually thought he'd been doing a good job.

Until now, that is.

Tavros just stops and looks around, unsure if he's the one that's being addressed or not, since his 'target' isn't actually looking at him. But they're the only two people in the hall, so that excuse isn't really gonna fly.

LONG AWKWARD SILENCE. And then:]

...Uh. It's, well, I'm not really sure if I'm supposed to, tell you.

[cakefesta]

[IT'S SILVER, THANKS, it's just the lighting okay 8(]

[he adjusts his posture just barely, almost unnoticeable to the ...horned demon robo-kid behind him]

Well, you'd better get sure, and soon. What's your deal?

[flytoreadorfly]

[Tavros isn't sure if he's...supposed to tell people that he's supposed to be a stalker, and considers just fleeing the scene before things may or may not get ugly.

So there he is, shuffling his feet awkwardly and thinking about what best to say.]

Okay, so. Uh, I hope this doesn't make you, angry or anything. That is to say, if you're not angry already, which, I think you maybe might be.

hope this is okay! :3;

[moderndayprince]

Akira had been stalking the stalker for a while now, not entirely sure what he was doing. What she was able to determine was that he was doing this intentionally and after a while there started to become a noticeable pattern. He would look up as though he was noticing something, then he'd moving -- a little unsteadily at first, but always seem to be following somebody. She wondered if he was trying to get their attention, but everytime they turned he seemed disappointed.

Curious, Akria continued her pursuit of the would-be stalker.

Of course, more than okay! ♥

[flytoreadorfly]

Of course, Tavros didn't realize that he, too, had a stalker. Oblivious to the presence behind him, Tavros continued on his pursuit of his original target, making sure that he was always a few yards away before trotting on after the other, trying not to lost the person in the crowd.

Unfortunately, as he was trying to spot his target at a four-way intersection, a rather burly alien rammed into him from the side, knocking Tavros over without so much as an apology. Tavros watched from the ground as his target waded through a sea of heads and disappeared from his line of vision.

Well, there went his assignment for the day.

[moderndayprince]

Never one for letting a human (or troll) down when needed, Akira rushed over to Tavros and offered a helping hand.

"Are you okay? That was quite a spill!" His voice was a soothing and comforting, matching the form he currently was inhabiting.

[flytoreadorfly]

Tavros looked up at the human, his expression a bit meek as he took the proffered hand and hauled himself up with a bit of difficulty. He was used to falling over, but not really to people lending him a hand.

"Uh, I have a bit of, experience in said 'spilling', so. I'll be, fine. Thanks."

Haven't had my monthly dose of trollin' Freshy

[be_my_servant]

In terms of vision, Remilia had absolutely no line of sight of her 'stalker.' Having an open parasol resting on your shoulder tended to do that. The noise? Tarvos' steps were rather loud, especially to her ears. Over the years, decades, centuries, the vampire developed a keen sense as to when others were following her-it was survival, after all.

However, this kid was doing such an atrocious job it hadn't even occurred to Remilia that she was being stalked.

So, for now, the troll's thunderous steps were pushed into the back of her mind, perhaps attributed to another passerby in the hallway.

YESSSS i love your trollings \o/

[flytoreadorfly]

Tavros continued walking after Remilia, however, not sure exactly what he was supposed to accomplish by doing so but continuing to do so anyway. He was a bit heartened by the fact that the little human girl (or so he assumed) didn't seem to notice him at all, and he walked after her with a bit more certainty in his step, assuring himself that he was doing just fine in his task.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Re: YESSSS i love your trollings \o/

[be_my_servant]

Hmm? What was that?

The steps echoed the growing confidence. A certain, but faint, sureness in that (strange) mechanical stride... Something difficult to explain or pinpoint, but audible to the attentive and apparent to the proud.

Oh well. While it was a sound to note, it still hardly registered as important. And so the vampire continued on her merry way.

[flytoreadorfly]

And Tavros was getting more and more confident with each step he took, his posture straightening and his gaze fixed on the little figure walking a few yards away. He was almost forgetting to be discreet (not that he was discreet to being with), and the next corner that he turned, he flat-out neglected to wait before making the turn-- he was getting a bit too cocky, perhaps, but he felt good about it.