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route_10652014-12-05 02:51 pm
aufsassig) wrote in route_10652014-12-05 02:51 pm
Walkin' In A Shark-Bee-Flake Wonderland
Who: YOU!
Where: Celadon City!
When: December 5 (and into the following days, depending on how fast things get cleaned up)!
Summary: As detailed here, this is a log for people in Celadon to play out encounters with the falling Rageflakes™ being dropped on them courtesy of Alfred (twinsanity) and Schuldig (aufsassig), interact with each other, and so on!
Rating: PG to start, but please mark individual threads that may go higher!
Log:
If you are on the streets of Celadon City today, this may be you.
LOG NOTES:
• This is a free-for-all log! Tag each other, mingle freely, defend the fair streets of Celadon City from these abominations, whatever! Have a ball.
• Schuldig and Alfred will not be on the ground or available to be approached for this one; they're currently in the air dropping these little bits of unwanted Christmas Cheer™ like really crappy Santa Clauses, so there's no need to wait around for them!
• Please defeat the Abominable Snowflakes! The point of this log is to give people an opportunity to commit some Random Acts of Heroism and stave off a holiday threat to the populace.
• The Cryogonal are all somewhere around level 40, while the Sharpedo are around level 20 and the Combee are around level 5. However, remember that the Cryogonal know Explosion, so there's always that particular danger to take into consideration.
• Yes, they are playing Christmas songs over the helicopter speakers. Joyeux Noël!
• If you have any questions, feel free to PM one of our journals (twinsanity or aufsassig) and ask!
Where: Celadon City!
When: December 5 (and into the following days, depending on how fast things get cleaned up)!
Summary: As detailed here, this is a log for people in Celadon to play out encounters with the falling Rageflakes™ being dropped on them courtesy of Alfred (
twinsanity) and Schuldig (aufsassig), interact with each other, and so on! Rating: PG to start, but please mark individual threads that may go higher!
Log:
If you are on the streets of Celadon City today, this may be you.
LOG NOTES:
• Schuldig and Alfred will not be on the ground or available to be approached for this one; they're currently in the air dropping these little bits of unwanted Christmas Cheer™ like really crappy Santa Clauses, so there's no need to wait around for them!
• Please defeat the Abominable Snowflakes! The point of this log is to give people an opportunity to commit some Random Acts of Heroism and stave off a holiday threat to the populace.
• The Cryogonal are all somewhere around level 40, while the Sharpedo are around level 20 and the Combee are around level 5. However, remember that the Cryogonal know Explosion, so there's always that particular danger to take into consideration.
• Yes, they are playing Christmas songs over the helicopter speakers. Joyeux Noël!
• If you have any questions, feel free to PM one of our journals (
twinsanity or aufsassig) and ask!
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[This is not what he fucking needed today, world.
When ones of the bees goes flying with a thwack, Blake suddenly has a bolt of divine inspiration. He takes the momentum and uses it to keep spinning and become a sharkflake-whirling dervish of bee destruction.
Steve ducks beneath the whirling shark and slaps bees out of the air with precise strikes of her paws.]
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What's lucky is that the whirling is doing its job of sufficiently keeping the sharkflake's dangerous bits well away from Blake while still turning it into a targeted weapon of insectoid devastation; some of the smarter bees are starting to peel out with all due speed (in the universal retreat of I'VE MADE A GRIEVOUS TACTICAL ERROR), but many of them are getting royally smacked down by the dervish here, and others are falling victim to Steve's targeted strikes.
Suffice to say, Blake is singlehandedly saving the day here, and you can bet everybody in this cafe is appreciative of it.]
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Every thwap is music to Blake's ears. Fuck you, every single bee in particular, he was having coffee. Drunk on a surge of adrenaline, he roars,]
AND STAY OUT!
[and puts all his muscle into trying to fling the sharkflake right out the window it came in.]
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...Which is admittedly a little less Thor-like than just hurling the thing like a shotput, but is also undeniably mighty in its own right because it looks like he meant to cause all that collateral damage to it on the way and that's just...
...
Let's put it this way, the assembled people in this cafe aren't precisely sure if Blake is a noble conquering hero or some kind of maniac on steroids, but either way none shall anger the roaring god today and possibly someone should pick up his tab too, good lord.]
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But at the end of the day, the shark and the maneating snowflake are out of the coffee house, and isn't that the real meaning of Christmas?
Blake spreads his arms, chest heaving as he catches his breath.]
Anybody else want some?
[Meanwhile, Steve is picking up fallen bees and depositing them in a pile outside the window.]
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...Until eventually, one elderly man in a Panama hat rises to his feet with the help of his booth's table edge, steadies himself to find his balance, and sets off the beginnings of a slow clap that prove infectious to the rest of the crowd.
CARTER BLAKE: THE HERO OF THE DAY AND OF OUR HEARTS.]
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Ahh, who are we kidding, yes he is. As he catches his breath and looks around the wreckage at the people around him, the fact sinks in that that sound is applause. For him.
Fuck it. He puffs his chest out and basks in the admiration.
Steve puts her hands on her face demurely. Aw, shucks.
CARTER BLAKE: THE HERO THAT NONE OF THESE PERFECTLY NICE PEOPLE ACTUALLY DESERVED, REALLY, BUT IT'S WHO THEY GOT.]