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[dragon_empath]

[So like everyone else, Lance has gotten a package in the mail. After all the shenanigans he's heard going on, he's resolved not to use whatever it is he receives ... but he reckons without the power of the contents. Because he's gotten his cape back. And he wants to wear it ... so much that for a few glorious moments the knowledge that the action

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[wee_big_man]

[Hi Lance. This is Rob, running smack into the cape and disappearing somewhere in its folds.]

Let go o' me, ye scunner!

[dragon_empath]

[Scowling slightly, Lance reaches down to shake Rob free of his precious, precious cape, but it flails back at him and he has to jerk back to avoid getting a buckle in the face.]

[wee_big_man]

[Rob manages to find an edge to poke his head out, but he can't quite seem to get away from the cape.]

No' even my ain trousers give me this much trouble! [What. Rob, you don't wear trousers.]

[dragon_empath]

[growled] I don't even know why I'm surprised by this.

[The cape doesn't seem to want to get away from Rob either and actually dodges Lance's next grab. That can't be a good combination with the boots.]

[noneed_2worry]

[Catches sight of Lance and his errant cape as they make their way down the street, and just sort of stares.]

"...Lance?"

[dragon_empath]

[He looks around, glaring.] What?!

[The cape makes a sharp turn and throws itself at Dawn, snuggling into her. If it could it would be purring.]

[noneed_2worry]

[Is surprised, but gives the cape a hug anyway?]

"...Your cape is awfully affectionate! I didn't know it could do this!"

[dragon_empath]

[And he comes up, crosses his arms and is mostly definitely glaring, although whether at Dawn or the traitorous cape is up for debate. Given that the cape just made an implication of a rude gesture with its folds, it's hard to say. Of course, it's now wrapping happily itself around Dawn.]

It shouldn't. Stop encouraging it.

[makemebreakfast]

[Oh look, the second you go outside the cape has wrapped itself around your across-the-street neighbor. She's currently struggling with it.]

What IS this thing??

[dragon_empath]

[Through gritted teeth.] It's. My. Cape.

[He comes up and tries to yank it off, but it clings. If it could make sound it could even be whimpering.]

[makemebreakfast]

[Since the cape has decided to cling tighter, Arcueid's voice is rather muffled.]

Hh hhnt brff! [I can't breathe!]

[dragon_empath]

[Not that Lance particularly cares about the annoying hot-dog woman, but he does want his cape back. He manages to wrestle it partly off ... but it's definitely putting up a fight, flailing around and just generally trying to keep hold of Arcueid.]

[snackaholictank]

[A certain small homunculus girl - now with cool shades! - sees the cape.

A revolver appears in her hand.

She seems to be preparing to fire...]((OOC: Also her shades give her the ability to heal anyone she looks at, so if he actually gets injured, it will heal. It will also hurt like hell for Shiraasan, not that he'd likely care.))

... I encourage this idea. *snrk*

[dragon_empath]

[Lance sees it and snarls, making a grab for the cape to gather it up and get it out of the psychopath homunculus's way; it fights him, wriggling madly, and seems to be reaching out for Shiraasan.]

[snackaholictank]

[Bang bang! She fires twice, carefully avoiding hitting Lance and taking a few steps back away from the cape just to be sure. 'Cause she's kind of a nice person like that.]

[dragon_empath]

[Lance yanks the cape away and scowls thunderously ... while struggling to keep it in his arms. Possessive? Of course not.]

What. Do you think. You're doing.

[dragonraging]

[Wagner is currently gliding through the air, far out of cape range - or he would be if his current adjustment issues hadn't decided to turn him onto a direct collision course with the living garment. He crashes dead into it with a muffled noise of extreme displeasure.]

I need a living cape icon orz

[dragon_empath]

[And the cape absorbs Wagner's speed to keep them rolling down the street, happily wrapping itself around him in a little cocoon. Lance, a dozen feet behind, growls to himself and breaks into a jog to keep up.]

Everyone needs a living cape icon. The world would be a better place.

[dragonraging]

[Wagner does not appreciate this thing being all up in his personal bubble, and struggles mightily. The constriction and constant movement prevents him from enacting a proper great and terrible vengeance, but he's certainly trying his level best.]

[dragon_empath]

[Luckily Wagner's resistance slows the cape down a lot, and Lance manages to catch up, grabbing hold of the fabric and ... attempting ... to wrench it off from around Wagner.]