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I may be stating the glaringly obvious, but this entire place has gone bloody mad. Just wanted to get that out there, in case not enough people have yet.
[Ken's voice is kind of...muted, as if he's away from the 'Gear, because well...he is. He's up a tree, and hanging from...is that a vine? A rope? Well, whatever, he's upside-down, he knows that much. The Gear is propped up against the trunk of the tree, catching all of the scene in its embarrassing glory. He can't tell you how exactly he got there, though, or who went and changed his clothes--he's wearing his mission gear, mask over his face because for some reason he can't get the damn thing off. Seriously, the hell is this. And his scarf keeps blowing in his face and ARGH.]
Whoever thought this was funny, it's not.
[Luckily for him, his gear-up came with the set of sharp stabby things he customarily carries about, and after a bit of very awkward wiggling and swinging, he manages to grab another branch with his left hand, and cut clean through the rope around his ankle, leaving him hanging one-handed before he lets go, landing in a crouch on the grass.]
Ha, ha, let's string a guy up from a goddamn tree and watch him hang there like a festive fucking pinata or whatever. Whoever pulled that stunt is damn lucky they got a headstart and better keep running if they know what's good for them.
[He cuts the rope away from his ankle--screw untying it, I've got claws!--before standing up. And now that he's relaxing and not pissed off...
...are those cat ears?
...and is that a big, fluffy cat tail that's made itself known and is now lashing in annoyance? what kind of crack is this mun on?]
[Ken's voice is kind of...muted, as if he's away from the 'Gear, because well...he is. He's up a tree, and hanging from...is that a vine? A rope? Well, whatever, he's upside-down, he knows that much. The Gear is propped up against the trunk of the tree, catching all of the scene in its embarrassing glory. He can't tell you how exactly he got there, though, or who went and changed his clothes--he's wearing his mission gear, mask over his face because for some reason he can't get the damn thing off. Seriously, the hell is this. And his scarf keeps blowing in his face and ARGH.]
Whoever thought this was funny, it's not.
[Luckily for him, his gear-up came with the set of sharp stabby things he customarily carries about, and after a bit of very awkward wiggling and swinging, he manages to grab another branch with his left hand, and cut clean through the rope around his ankle, leaving him hanging one-handed before he lets go, landing in a crouch on the grass.]
Ha, ha, let's string a guy up from a goddamn tree and watch him hang there like a festive fucking pinata or whatever. Whoever pulled that stunt is damn lucky they got a headstart and better keep running if they know what's good for them.
[He cuts the rope away from his ankle--screw untying it, I've got claws!--before standing up. And now that he's relaxing and not pissed off...
...are those cat ears?
...and is that a big, fluffy cat tail that's made itself known and is now lashing in annoyance? what kind of crack is this mun on?]