x[1] = Initialize New Function

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[ For those in and/or around 452 Stone Street, this lovely morning you might happen to go past and see a pile of glass and debris in said location's driveway. And if you wait around, you might see it grow a little as a tanned figure appears in a nearby window and throws another photo, frame and all, into the pile, with a frustrated shout of: ]

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[rulethegame]

[Well hello, there was a familiar voice. Of course, the last time he heard it, it was droning on (in all senses of the word) about ways to use math to help out our great and wonderful town! Or something. Looks like the real Minamimoto's back though, short temper and all.

Let's see . . . what should you do when the guy who keeps trying to kill you moves in next door?]

[rulethegame]

[The answer is obviously troll. Whenever Minamimoto gets the chance to look over next door, he'll find Joshua chilling like a boss on a lawn chair, deeply engrossed in a trashy fifties paperback, with a bag of marshmallows at his side.]

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[ Because he's so engrossed with purging the house of these pictures, Sho really doesn't pay his neighbors any mind until he's got a box of matches and is making his way to the pile of glass, frames, and photos that should not be in his driveway.

... And there is a Composer sitting on the next lawn over.

Son of a digit. ]

[addittotheheap]

[ Of course. Here he is, confined to the RG and all the powerlessness that comes with it, without a single gun in the entire initial set, absolutely everything set up to be as annoying as possible. Of course the Composer would get a front row seat.

He could run inside and get some of the kitchen knives, but if bullets had been ineffective, there's no way those would make any difference. Aside from that, what does he have? Many varied blunt or sharp objects...

Matches. He has matches. Without giving any more acknowledgment to Joshua, he goes over and starts burning the heap as initially planned. However, he takes out one photo (himself, smiling while wearing an outfit with no style and an equally stupid hat and holding some sort of paper) and folds it into the perfect paper airplane. Then he lights the back on fire and sends it directly towards Joshua's book.

This is totally the mature way of handling this. ]

[anguiscantus]

[I meant to tag this a few days ago, but got distracted sobbu.]

[Just driving by, minding his own business when he hears the shout and the crash. That voice. He knows that voice. He stops the car, staring through the window at the tanned figure.]

[Damnit.]

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[ NO HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME HANGING I HATE YOU EVEN MORE FOREVER NOW THAN BEFORE D8< ]

[ Well a moving car wouldn't catch his very soundly enraptured attention, but a car stopping certainly does.

... Well, well, well. ]

Heh. And here I figured your variable had been canceled from the overall equation.

[anguiscantus]

[I AM JUST A SOULLESS INTERNET GHOUL?]

[He shoots Sho what can only best be described as 'a douchebag smile'.]

The very same could be said about you, Minamimoto.

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[ Sho is resistant to your douchebag ]>

|Not|. My beauty is eternal! Hmph. And what's with the reversed set of wheels, Megs? [ The driver's seat is on the wrong side. ]

troooooll... in the dungeon

[nimblehurricane]

[Legault isn't going to admit it, but he actually likes Mayfield, just a bit. Oh, not for the cute little picture of sanity it tries to uphold, but because the random moments of chaos in between are endlessly amusing, when they don't leave people permanently mangled.

Said mangling is actually why he's out currently, truthfully. He's on his way to steal more medicine from the hospital, to help in tending to Lyn's torn hand, but the bonfire on the lawn next to his gives him pause. He watches for several minutes, a little smirk playing at his lips before he approaches.]

Awfully dramatic, don't you think?

trolls trolling trolls

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[ Sho looks up for a moment, then a grin curls his lips. ]

Dramatic? It's not my usual art, but given the current set, it's > satisfactory.

[ Burn, accursed pictures. Burn. ]

yo dawg i heard you like trolling

[nimblehurricane]

[As he gets closer, it becomes easier to see what, specifically, is burning. He actually laughs.]

Unsettling, isn't it? The pictures are among the more normal things you'll run across here, I'm afraid.

[addittotheheap]

[ Sho turns back to the pictures and gives them another small glare. ]

Hmph. Enumerate the set.

[ Because he wants to know if there's more he should be ready to torch beyond the pictures and a certain brat next door. ]

YOU ARE TOTALLY LATE

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[ Sho looks up, and gives a soft snarl. He slams the window shut and after a moment, storms out the front door and right. towards. Hanekoma. ]

You. Why did you run off, you sorry son of a digit?!

Y-YOU NEVER LOVED ME ;;

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[ Yeah, well, Hanekoma, you've got a very pissed un-Reaper stomping over you and getting right in your face. He has far too many complaints to properly articulate all of them... ]

"Complications"?! You made 0 mention of the alterations the sigil would make! Then you exited the graph just as t approached the critical point! You'd better have a factoring good reason... Why did the Taboo strength wear off?! Did you plan this whole function?!

Hurr hurr totally late backtags for new not!dad

[moemoetentacles]

[And here's your new not!daughter, standing on the front porch with her hands on her hips looking more than a little perturbed with this little temper tantrum.]

"Who are you and what are you doing to my base of operations?"

om nom nom backtags

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Base? Hah! [ He looks up from his mini-bonfire. ] The name's Sho Minamimoto, radian. And the only set this vector is in is MINE!

[moemoetentacles]

No way! I was here first! I've already claimed this house for the invasion!

[addittotheheap]

Too bad for you. My function cancels out yours!

[ Ah, now he recognizes why she looks kind of familiar. She's also in some of the photos he's burning. ]