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dramadramaduck2012-10-20 10:09 am
chuanifrinn) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-10-20 10:09 am
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[It’s probably the last thing you’d see this Lancer doing, but presently he’s hovering over a small wooden tub that’s filled with only a few inches of water. His arms are in the tub and his hands are vigorously scrubbing something that’s wiggling around excitedly. Upon closer expression the little wiggler is a puppy, a soapy little puppy just dying to leap out of the tub.]
H-hey! So far we’ve been doing this your way…if you want to follow me around ‘least you can do is smell better, Stinks McGee.
[Yeah, he’s really good at making up the names.]
[And then, from out of the shadows comes a voice.]
I see you’ve made a new friend, how cute…a hound for The Hound…though you wouldn’t really call that a hound would you? It looks more like pillow stuffing if you ask me.
[You’d think the growling would be coming from the dog, but no, Lancer’s the one growling at the shadow and very convincingly.]
Yeah? Well no one asked you, your Royal Shite-Headedness. Go crawl back into the hole from whence you came and take the bastard with you.
[The shadow chuckles and then steps forward revealing an arrogant looking young man.]
Speaking of which, you think that you and the pillow stuffing will get to live happily ever after. Or that you’ll even live that long?
[Lancer just gives him a noncommittal snort.]
But, you know, I’ll be happy to take care of it after you’re gone.
[It seems the stranger has worn out his welcome because Lancer’s response is to summon a spear and lob it right at the other man’s face, but instead of hitting him in his money maker the spear grazes his cheek and disappears into the shadows beyond.]
Temper, temper.
Get lost.
[And without another word the strange character disappears back into the shadows.]
H-hey! So far we’ve been doing this your way…if you want to follow me around ‘least you can do is smell better, Stinks McGee.
[Yeah, he’s really good at making up the names.]
[And then, from out of the shadows comes a voice.]
I see you’ve made a new friend, how cute…a hound for The Hound…though you wouldn’t really call that a hound would you? It looks more like pillow stuffing if you ask me.
[You’d think the growling would be coming from the dog, but no, Lancer’s the one growling at the shadow and very convincingly.]
Yeah? Well no one asked you, your Royal Shite-Headedness. Go crawl back into the hole from whence you came and take the bastard with you.
[The shadow chuckles and then steps forward revealing an arrogant looking young man.]
Speaking of which, you think that you and the pillow stuffing will get to live happily ever after. Or that you’ll even live that long?
[Lancer just gives him a noncommittal snort.]
But, you know, I’ll be happy to take care of it after you’re gone.
[It seems the stranger has worn out his welcome because Lancer’s response is to summon a spear and lob it right at the other man’s face, but instead of hitting him in his money maker the spear grazes his cheek and disappears into the shadows beyond.]
Temper, temper.
Get lost.
[And without another word the strange character disappears back into the shadows.]
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