Characters: Ocelot, Lucas, Jeff, Tubba blubba, Rodger, Doopliss, and any rooomates who feel like jumping in. What: The second night of preliminary "testing." Where: Various dorms When: Throughout Saturday Rating: PG-13 for violence
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Re: Lucas fightpkloveomegaSeptember 13 2008, 21:55:58 UTC
Lucas had quickly come to regret ever signing up for Ocelot's class. Getting up in front of the class like that had been a horribly embarrassing experience, and with his PSI not functioning, he was starting to get really anxious about this "test" Ocelot had mentioned. Lucas relied on his PSI attacks quite a bit; he wasn't very confident that he'd be able to defend himself against a man with a gun when all he had was a tree branch.
Despite his anxiety, however, Lucas loved sleep far too much to keep a constant vigil. At the moment, he was curled up peacefully in bed, his branch resting against his dresser a few feet away.
Re: Lucas fightpkloveomegaSeptember 13 2008, 22:17:12 UTC
Lucas had never been all that alert right after waking up. The thud of the door bursting open was enough to rouse him from his slumber, but the revolving revolver trick was sort of lost on him as he slowly sat up, rubbing an eye bearily. "Wh..." Jeez, what time was it? It was still dark in the room. Had Conker just been out late partying or --
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Oh, fishsticks. It took a while, but it finally clicked. Lucas, being as impressive and combat-ready as his older brother... screamed like a girl and toppled right out of bed, hitting the floor in a tangled heap.
Re: Jeff fightblondprodigySeptember 13 2008, 23:27:56 UTC
The day had been relatively quiet, so Jeff took this opportunity to finally start work on the jetpack-camera again. It had been broken due to sudden interruptions so many times in the past, but there was no way it would keep on happening, right?
WRONG.
The instant the door slammed open Jeff's hand flew for the gun he'd been keeping at the side of his desk ever since he heard about the testing... and in the process, flung the mostly-finished machine at the wall, shattering it. Crap. Oh well, he'd mourn it later. Right now he was too distracted by his life possibly being in danger. He spun his chair toward the door, gun pointed at Ocelot.
"Y...You don't want us to actually shoot you, do you?"
Re: Jeff fightblondprodigySeptember 13 2008, 23:41:32 UTC
"Well..." Jeff looked kind of sheepish. He didn't really want to end up killing anybody, and even if Ocelot was a threat according to Otacon he was still a teacher and no way could Jeff live with himself he he hurt him too badly.
So he opted for a different strategy: trying to shoot the gun right out of his hand. Hey, it worked in movies!
Re: Tubba Blubba fighttheblubbeningSeptember 13 2008, 19:56:26 UTC
Tubba Blubba, in his Clubba form, was right behind the wall next to the door, taking deep breaths and trying to stop shaking. He let out a yelp of fear, but he managed to leap out at Ocelot, shaking the floor with his landing. He raised his hands together over his head, and brought them down, hoping to knock Ocelot out with one blow. "T-take that!"
Re: Tubba Blubba fighttwelvebulletsSeptember 13 2008, 20:34:01 UTC
Ocelot was shocked. He was not expecting the second meekest student to be a gigantic monster, nor was he expecting him to hit him so hard. He clutched his head with one hand, and threw a punch with the other.
Re: Tubba Blubba fighttheblubbeningSeptember 13 2008, 21:27:41 UTC
The punch simply bounced off Tubba Blubba, as if he were invincible. He retaliated with a clumsy punch of his own. "Is... um... is that all you've g-got?" he stumbled over his words nervously, despite how ineffectual Ocelot's initial attack was. Muffled noises came from under his sheets; probably a scared roommate or something.
((OOC: Tubba Blubba barfed up his heart before the battle, so he's basically invincible. Up to you whether Ocelot discovers this or not. :D))
Roger quickly sat up, a smile already on his face, despite being so abruptly awoken. While most students might have immediately taken this chance to put distance, or attempt some sort of attack, Roger opted for a more peculiar choice. The teen hopped out of bed with an almost too eager smile.
"Heya Mr. Mustache!" he greeted Ocelot. "I didn't expect you so late, but I have some lobster roasting on the table." He motioned to a table which, indeed, had an entire lobster roasting in a small bowl, surrounded by a sea of rice. "The tea will be ready in a minute, if you want any. Go ahead and take a seat, that's what the stuff is there for!" he said with a laugh. "So what do you think of the layout? Too kitsch? I thought the zen pond in the middle of the floor would be a nice touch, but now I'm beginning to wonder about the practicality of having an indoor pool that I can't swim in. At least it's relaxing."
Roger tilted his head to the side, utterly confused. "Wh... what's the matter? Do you not like my room? Is the layout too much? Oh man, I KNEW I should have gone with a different lamp, but you just HAD to get fancy, didn't you Roger?" The teen crossed his arms in a huff, stomping his foot. "...it doesn't even match the wall paper."
Re: Doopliss Fightthe_letter_pSeptember 13 2008, 21:12:30 UTC
Doopliss was still sleeping when Ocelot slammed open the door. He fell out of his bed, all the while shouting out, "HOLY SHIT!!" He looked back up at the intimidating teacher from the floor. "Oh yeah..."
He quickly regained his composure and hopped back onto his feet, at this point feeling more excited than tired. He wondered what kinds of tricks this teacher had up his sleeve. He hovered up into the air and started to dive down towards him. "Let's see what you got, slick!"
Re: Doopliss Fightthe_letter_pSeptember 14 2008, 01:37:32 UTC
The fact that Ocelot dodged the dive so quickly stunned the Duplighost, which lost his guard. It wasn't until Ocelot punched him in the gut that he came back to his senses. Okay, so he can punch, but what else? He decided to hold off transforming into him until he got to see what else he could do.
He hovered back into the air and instead started to fly around the teacher rapidly, hoping to somehow confuse the teacher.
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Despite his anxiety, however, Lucas loved sleep far too much to keep a constant vigil. At the moment, he was curled up peacefully in bed, his branch resting against his dresser a few feet away.
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Oh, fishsticks. It took a while, but it finally clicked. Lucas, being as impressive and combat-ready as his older brother... screamed like a girl and toppled right out of bed, hitting the floor in a tangled heap.
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WRONG.
The instant the door slammed open Jeff's hand flew for the gun he'd been keeping at the side of his desk ever since he heard about the testing... and in the process, flung the mostly-finished machine at the wall, shattering it. Crap. Oh well, he'd mourn it later. Right now he was too distracted by his life possibly being in danger. He spun his chair toward the door, gun pointed at Ocelot.
"Y...You don't want us to actually shoot you, do you?"
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So he opted for a different strategy: trying to shoot the gun right out of his hand. Hey, it worked in movies!
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((OOC: Tubba Blubba barfed up his heart before the battle, so he's basically invincible. Up to you whether Ocelot discovers this or not. :D))
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"Heya Mr. Mustache!" he greeted Ocelot. "I didn't expect you so late, but I have some lobster roasting on the table." He motioned to a table which, indeed, had an entire lobster roasting in a small bowl, surrounded by a sea of rice. "The tea will be ready in a minute, if you want any. Go ahead and take a seat, that's what the stuff is there for!" he said with a laugh. "So what do you think of the layout? Too kitsch? I thought the zen pond in the middle of the floor would be a nice touch, but now I'm beginning to wonder about the practicality of having an indoor pool that I can't swim in. At least it's relaxing."
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He quickly regained his composure and hopped back onto his feet, at this point feeling more excited than tired. He wondered what kinds of tricks this teacher had up his sleeve. He hovered up into the air and started to dive down towards him. "Let's see what you got, slick!"
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He hovered back into the air and instead started to fly around the teacher rapidly, hoping to somehow confuse the teacher.
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