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Post by kobra on Apr 11, 2012 15:32:45 GMT -6
==> GT: Retrieve Game.Your name is CASH BRANCO. Up until just a MINUTE ago, you had no idea why you were STILL IN YOUR ROOM. Ordinarily you would have been out RIPPING IT UP on your BICYCLE or showing off your STELLAR SPORT SKILLS to the neighborhood kids. Fortunately, THIS conversation has just reminded you that YOU PROMISED to play a COMPUTER GAME today with all of your online friends. You're not A VERY BIG FAN of computer games, but you figure you'll be LEGEND on any type of game. Unfortunately, since you FORGOT, you still have to actually RETRIEVE your copy of the game from the DOWNSTAIRS LOBBY of the hotel you're staying in. Which, unlucky for you, means heading down a BOAT LOAD OF STAIRS, rather than just jumping OUT THE WINDOW on your bike like you normally do.
Cash sighed a bit at the inconvenience this was going to pose, but he wasn't about to back down from it now. He just wasn't that kind of dude. Even if he was fairly sure computer games were just for geeks. Getting ready for the trip downstairs, he allocates his Strife Specibus to Bicyclekind - a specibus he chose specifically because it would be the easiest way to access his bicycle without having to deal with his stupid Spin Modus - and captachlogged his phone into the Second Slot of his Sylladex as it spun around. He wasn't going to see that for another five turns a while. He hoped no one needed to message him.
The first thing he had to go was exit his apartment. Through the door. He realized he hadn't used the door for a while now, since he'd started jumping out the 21 story window and parkouring his way down to the ground towards the back end of the hotel. Now though, he had to get to the Main Lobby, and it would be faster to just open his front door and take the stairs like a normal person for once.
He exits his rad room into the main part of his Huge Long-Term Luxury Suite. He had to admit, the hotel room was pretty sweet - oh, screwby, he mean righteous or something, not that lame pun - even if it was in a stupid not-Hawaii place like Illinois. Speaking of which he briefly wondered where his Guardian was, but dropped that train of thought immediately. She was probably out doing Sistah-ly things and definitely not here, which means it should be an easy trip to the door.
> GT: Go open door like a normal person.((Yeah, so Cael, you're free to troll him all the way through this, in whatever SISTAHLY way you want. And Sage can pester him and do things at her house the same time he's getting this game, but he'll only be able to pester back once every 5 turns, because of his Modus. It should still be fun though. Other people can pester or ==> Command him too. I'd be cool with that. There's not really going to be a post order with this though, because I want it to move fairly quickly. Otherwise where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPEN)) |
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Post by cael on Apr 11, 2012 15:55:15 GMT -6
==> FA: Embarrass Little Brah.
Your name is CAEL BRANCO.
You are amused. You are INTENSELY AMUSED because your little brah is such a SILLY DERP of a kid. You resolve to make whatever the fudge he's doing AS DIFFICULT AS POSSIBLE just because you CAN. Gosh you love embarrassing him, even if NO ONE IS AROUND TO SEE IT BUT YOU.
Cael was just straight-up delighted, like any normal sistah would most definitely not be. BUT NO WORRIES! Whatever her little brah was doing, Cael was going to make him earn the right to exit their Huge Long-Term Luxury Suite! And really, what kind of righteous Branco would just walk out the front door like a normal person? Laaaaaame.
She allocated her AWESOME TOOLS to her Strife Specibus instead of her RIGHTEOUS SKATES for once -- why, when she could just flashstep all over the place? Gosh, she loved being such a cool sistah. Cash was soooooo lucky.
Easy trip through the door!? ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Flashstepping to the other side of the door, Cael whipped out her tools and jimmied the lock on the doorknob to keep her little brah from opening it, then went and got one of those OSTENTATIOUS FAKE STONE BUSTS to prop up against the door, just for good measure.
HAR! How's that for acting like a normal person, little brah!?
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Post by sage on Apr 11, 2012 16:13:46 GMT -6
Your name is SAGE NOLAND. You just had THIS CONVERSATION with your online friend and are now eagerly awaiting his amazing return. Meanwhile, you must find something to do to amuse yourself until that happens. You could ORGANIZE YOUR BUTTONS but they'd just get unorganized again. Sage shifted, watching the computer screen with all the eagerness of a five year old as she waited for Cash to get back. It couldn't take him what, more than three minutes? Maybe five at worst! She stretched out on her bed and swung her legs, face propped in her hands as she watched the screen. Five minutes was really too long!
Thankfully, her nanny called from the kitchen, saving Sage from a lifetime of boredom. She would return later, hopefully with Cash all ready installing his game! But what if he got it while she was eating and was clueless? ==> BB: Take laptop to lunch with you.[/size][/center] |
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Post by kobra on Apr 11, 2012 20:30:53 GMT -6
==> GT: Go open door like a normal person.
You walk toward the DOOR like a normal person, but naturally a HUGANGUS STONE BUST of what was probably some EXTREME ROLLERBLADER is blocking your way. There was absolutely NO WAY this wasn't going to be the case, and you wonder why you even bothered.
You think your SISTAH might be home.
> GT: Look for Sistah.
==> GT: Look for Sistah.
No way! That's probably the stupidest idea you've had all day! You're actually pretty shocked you even had that terrible idea. Your Sistah can only be found WHEN SHE WANTS TO BE FOUND, which usually results in you GETTING PUNKED IN A MAD EMBARASSIN' WAY BRAH. No thanks.
> GT: Fine, examine room.
Cash made a frustrated noise, still not quite believing he hadn't guessed this would happen. Sistah had been missing for a while now, probably out doing wicked rollerblading stunts on the streets, or else smacking people down with the mad bureaucratic law in the courtroom. It would figure she'd come back now of all times.
But he didn't have time to deal with her - not that he could anytime before she felt like dealing with him - he had some disks to retrieve.
This part of the hotel room had more to do with his Sistah than him, and she had many various interests - all of which he thought was pretty lame and girly (except he really didn't). The only one of her interests he ever admitted to liking was her habit of extereme rollerblading, but he'd never go so far as to say he liked her extreme rollerblading, because that would nearly qualify as the ultimate sibling surrender, and Cash wasn't going to go down like that.
Now that the bust was making that door impossible to go through, there was no point in just wandering around and examining the room like a red-faced tourist. Cash figured he ought to go back and jump out his bedroom window like he should've done in the first place.
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Post by cael on Apr 11, 2012 21:22:34 GMT -6
==> FA: Watch Little Brah approvingly.
You nod SAGELY as he finally gets a clue and starts climbing out the window. Good child. Best bro.
But HEY, just letting him climb out is BORING. You gotta SPICE things up a little!
Giggling to herself, Cael flashstepped out of the building and around to where Cash's window faced the outside world, and before anyone could say BOO she switched her STRIFE SPECIBUS to SKATEKIND, and sent her SWEET BLADES flying towards the lil' dude's face.
Dangerous? PSHAW. Cash should LAUGH in the face of danger at this point.
She flashstepped away to acquire some chalk for NEFARIOUS REASONS.
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Post by kobra on Apr 11, 2012 22:19:46 GMT -6
==> GT: Get pranked more by
older Sistah.
Wait what? Cash had just begun to climb out of his very high up hotel room window when that command racked him with a pair of rollerblades to the face. This is extremely dangerous, but by now Cash had to be laughing in the face of danger. Or at least yelling unintelligible surf-sounding rage-babble at it, which was what he was doing now.
> GT: Fall out window.
==> GT: Fall out window.
HA! You find that funny. FALLING is something OTHER PEOPLE DO, specifically LOSERS, one of which YOU ARE NOT.
You've been gifted with a SENSE OF BALANCE that borderlines the IMPOSSIBLE. Seriously you could break dance on a tight rope with both hands tied behind your back, while being attacked by vicious squirrels and still not do something as stupid as FALL. No, you keep your balance like the BIG KAHUNA you are, and quickly use your PARKOUR SKILLS to jump out to the nearest WINDOW LEDGE. Now that he was outside, and not-really-not-at-all safe from his Sistah's attempts to embarrass him in front of everyone (no one), he had to figure out a way to get back inside. Normally when he used this way of exiting his hotel room, it was fine, since everything good was on this side of the building, like his school, the park, and any kid worth beating at anything. Unfortunately, it was the back of the building, facing an alley, and it would require him to go around a large avenue to get to the hotel's Front Desk that way. If he had been able to use Flash Stepping, it would have taken him all of two seconds to get there, but unfortunately for him, he doesn't, so maybe you should stick a cork in it, shoobie.
The best thing he could think of to do is navigate the side of the building until he found another way inside, so he can attempt to take the stairs once again, hopefully this time without any disturbances.
A few floors below him, he notices someone cracked open the window to one of the Hotel's hallways. Not very good security they had there. Then again, it was 15 stories up, so they probably weren't too prepared for people climbing in their windows. Cash quickly jumped, swing, and nearly threw himself towards the visible point of entering, never once losing his balance, because he just doesn't do that.
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Post by cael on Apr 11, 2012 22:59:48 GMT -6
==> FA: Prank Brah with chalk.
Oh HECK yes! Gosh you love chalk. But first you have to get it out of your stupid sylladex.
You guess you can give your lil' brah a moment of peace as you figure this darned thing out.
You waste a good minute fiddling with your FIXIT Modus before it finally spits out the chalk. [/center] Cael held on to the box with one hand and flashstepped/PARKOUR'd on up to the window Cash was heading for, shutting it before he could reach it. Like it would be that easy! HAR!!!!!!
After she blocked his way, she found a good bit of blank wall between two windows on the thirteenth floor, and promptly got straight to drawing a wide-open window, adding in little details for the room within and everything. She flashstepped the whole process and flashstepped away, landing back on the ground to admire her handiwork.
It was a pretty fancy window, if she dared say so herself.
She then opened up an actual window on the twelfth floor, and flashstepped inside.
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Post by kobra on Apr 12, 2012 1:36:27 GMT -6
==> GT: Be climbin' in
their windows.You were about to, when suddenly the window slams shut right before you can get to it. This has really not been your day so far. Seriously, how hard can it be to shimmie your way down to the front desk and pick up some mail? REALLY CRUSHING HARD APPARENTLY. If you could get to your phone now, you would probably change your status on PESTERCHUM to the max level RANCOROUS. Not that it would do anything, except sate your unusual instant message addiction. Now that you think about it, your sylladex should be spinning to Slot Two just about... NOW. You reach out and snatch your PHONE. It's been blowing up with pesters since last it spun your way.
-- gallantlyTenacious [GT] began pestering battalionBoss [BB] at 05:30 --
GT: Movin to memo -- gallantlyTenacious [GT] replied to public memo at 05:30 --
GT: Hol' mamma skimmin off the pc
GT: Gettin ~axed~ like a blahmalah takes a fibro to the noggin
GT: Sistah's like ~flushopolis~ wit notin but the heavy
GT: Like a land lord poppin his fin before you get on the glassy
GT: I'm just danglin out ~~18 stories high tide~~ brahs
GT: It's gonna take a hot minute til all clean cousin
GT: Also
GT: ~I~ got me ~~~boat ton fresh friends~~~ brah
GT: From unwindin it free style on the green
GT: I mean gray
GT: It takes these mad crazy ~skills~ braddah
GT: See ya next spin squids! [/center][/spoiler] > GT: Go to other window.==> GT: Go to other window.
Now that you satisfied your weird obsession with your instant messeger and your phone has once again flies off into the Second Slot of your Sylladex, maybe you can concentrate on the TASK AT HAND. Like finding a new WINDOW to climb in.
You take a quick look around and see one a few stories below you, again, on the thirteenth floor. Naturally you use your amazing PARKOUR SKILLS to -- OHH GEEZ IT'S CHALK.
This is something you discover only after you make a HYPER FIERCE LEAP toward it's non-existent ledge and find yourself trying to stand on FLAT WALL. Lucky you're so BA ROOS at NOT FALLING, or you wouldn't have been able to grab hold of a nearby ledge and swing yourself back upright again. This was gettin' wonker by da min. > GT: Go to other-other window.==> GT: Go to other-other window.
It almost seemed stupid now to give it another go when it hadn't worked the two times before, but Cash figured it was better than staying on the side of a hotel wall all day. Plus, if he did that his Sistah just wins and it's already been established that Cash isn't going to go out that way. Not that easy.
He flipped off the ledge he was precariously - no, wait, actually he was pretty solid there, so solid he could juggle bowling balls, man, he was never precarious - perched upon, to land easily on the 12 stories window. It was really there and really open. Cash slipped inside and looked around. He was in one of the Hotel's many hallways, and as far as he could tell, there was no body around.
Yeah, right, like his big Sistah was gonna let him off the hook that quick. Not when he's on the line like this. She was probably close by, just waiting. It would be enough to make a grown man nervous, but Cash had business he needed to take care of and he was getting to those stairs, one way or another.
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Post by cael on Apr 12, 2012 9:46:02 GMT -6
==> FA: Leave Brah alone. He never did anything to you bubblebutts.
PFFFFFFFFTHHAAAHAHAHAHA. YEAH, RIGHT. [/center] Like Cael was going to let Cash off the hook so soon! Oh man, the fun was just getting started. She thought about doing some EVER-SO-CLASSIC PRANKS like the bucket of water on the door, the ceiling trap of MILDLY UNNERVING PLUSH PHALLIC OBJECTS, and the TOTALLY JUSTIFIABLE BAKED GOOD TO THE FACE, but no. That was much too predictable.
As Cash made his way to the window she had left open, she wasted more time fiddling with her blasted fetch modus, eventually extracting a bottle of BOARD POLISH that she had actually stored in there for non-nefarious reasons.
Pfffft, like she ever did anything for non-nefarious reasons.
She flashstepped up and down the hallway, spilling the polish and working it in to the SQUEAKY CLEAN HARDWOOD FLOOR as she went.
Oh heck yes. If he didn't lose his balance over this, she'd have a STRAIGHT-UP CONNIPTION, BRAH.
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Post by kobra on Apr 12, 2012 11:02:50 GMT -6
==> GT: Youth roll to stairs.
Yes. The only way for a young athletic teen to travel; youth roll. You attempt to launch yourself towards the doors, helpfully marked 'stairs' in an attempt to bypass any other EMBARRASSING PRANKS your Sistah might have been planning for you. But as soon as you hit the floor you realize you've made a GRAVE MISTAKE.
Yeah there was absolutely no way there wasn't going to be board polish on the floor. You have no idea why you thought there wouldn't be.
> GT: Don't lose balance.
==> GT: Don't lose balance.
OF COURSE you're NOT going to lose your balance. You OWN balance. You SLIDE into your skid and right yourself against one of the hallway walls. Cash shouted in a very embarrassing way as is back caught no traction on the slicked up wood floor. He had to cut that short though, because it wasn't very awesome of him to do so, and instead focused on getting back on his feet. He flipped onto his feet before he stopped sliding, and quickly caught himself with one hand on the wall before he could crash into it, because crashing was something other people did. Because of the slide, he overshot his journey to the stairwell, and he was going to have to navigate this slicked up hall to get back to that door.
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Post by cael on Apr 12, 2012 23:04:20 GMT -6
==> FA: Initiate Strife Sequence in Three...You giggle to yourself as Cash almost-not-quite CRASHED into the wall, and then you giggle some more because Cash and crashed almost-not-quite rhyme! But then you stop, because you abruptly realize that you have no time to waste on such SILLY SHENANIGANS. A sistah becomes a SISTAH. ==> Two...You flashstep back to your SUITE and remove the OSTENTATIOUS FAKE STONE BUST from in front of your doorway, and you retrieve a TOTALLY AWFUL TOURISTY SURFER SHIRT from a collection of TOTALLY AWFUL SHIRTS that you have been saving for an occasion like this. You also grab a RAD FABRIC MARKER, and you get to work. ==> One...TEN SECONDS LATER you are flashstepping back into the hallway, retracing your steps so you don't SLIP AND FALL -- that is something you just do not do in front of LITTLE BRAHS. And in your flashstepping, you slap the shirt and your MOST AWESOME PAIR OF SKATES right in your brah's FACE, and you abscond tactically retreat to the stairwell. ==> FA: All systems go.brah.
stairs.
now.
bring the skates. [/center]
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Post by kobra on Apr 13, 2012 19:17:34 GMT -6
==> GT: Be the Surfer. Slide to stairwell.You already are the surfer, and you do slide to the stairwell. This poses no challenge for you, as your extreme sense of BALANCE is just to great. You are finally in the stairwell which is the only thing laying between you and your goal. After you get a FACE FULL OF EXTREME ROLLERBLADES just microseconds after you thought that, you belatedly add YOUR SISTAH as well, to the things laying between you and those stupid disks. YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE COMPUTER GAMES. Also, you're still standing because LIKE WAS MENTIONED BEFORE you do NOT fall down. You do however notice that, apart from HUGE ROLLERBLADE WHEEL TRACKS you have something on your face. Something bright and extremely tacky... OH HELL NO. You are so PEEVED you could just... ANSWER YOUR PESTERS BEFORE YOUR PHONE FLIES AWAY. -- gallantlyTenacious [GT] replied to public memo at 05:35 --
GT: I ~~~~~~~~~~~~~said~~~~~~~~~~~~~
GT: *My Sistah's coming at me hot
GT: *And I had to jump down ten stories
GT: *So this ain't gonna be no quick thing brah
GT: *Also that i have a lot more friends than you
GT: ~Seems~ ~really~ ~clear~ ~now~ ~doesn't~ ~it~
GT: Now i've got to rip some wicked grind in this 12 high cement pocket got to make sure i don't get ~hella munched~ by the big boss dally GT: *I gotta ride my bike down the last 12 stories of stairs while strifing my big sistah
GT: You takin notes brah? get a flippin pen
GT: Right see you on the spin
GT: *When my phone comes back around again Addiction is a powerful thing.
> Cash: STRIFE!
==> Cash: STRIFE!That was exactly what you were going to do before getting distracted by the temptations of INSTANT MESSAGING. That HORRIBLE TOURIST HAWAIIAN SHIRT was pretty much the LAST STRAW for you. You're going to have to face your destiny here. We're doing this brah. You equip your BICYCLEKIND strife specibus and get onto it. You've forgotten your KNEE/ELBOW PADS and HELMET, of which you have many, in your room, but you don't think that matters because YOU NEVER FALL. And there is absolutely no way the fact that you are now on a flight of STAIRS is going to effect that in any way. You look down the TWELVE FLIGHTS of stairs you will need to descend any or all of which your SISTAH might be plotting in. You rear up on one wheel and HOP onto the railing in a way that SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. Let's do this.
Cash threw aside the offensive shirt in a radical ABJURE. His big Sistah knew how much he hated all that wonker shoobie nonsense, and just especially those posers who were the bright shirts like they think they're gnar gnar all of a sudden. The thought itself made him agitated, and he was ready to come into this STRIFE full force.
The fact that he'd never won a single Strife with his insanely fast Sistah was beside the point. He wasn't about to back down from a challenge, even if all roads lead to a sound ass kicking.
He gripped his handlebars and leaned forward a bit, the slight change in balance finally allowing gravity to do it's job already and the Surfer kid rode the stair railing down one flight, bouncing off of the wall to turn and continue his decent with perfect ease. He was pretty gifted at Bicyclekind and took a certain amount of pride at being able to beat almost anybody down with a bicycle. At the moment though, he couldn't just enjoy the ride, his Sistah could pop up pretty much any millisecond now and he had to at least try to be ready.
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Post by cael on Apr 13, 2012 20:53:03 GMT -6
==> FA: STRIFE!!!!!!
HECK YES you have been DYING for this moment. Time to test your LIL BRAH and totally BEAT HIS BUTT DOWN. You're in a particularly good mood today and maybe you'll even let him land a hit or two so he doesn't feel TOTALLY LAMESAUCE.
Still, he'd be so much lamer if he didn't have such a SWEET SISTAH for a guardian. [/center] Cael flashstepped up a flight of stairs just as Cash came barreling into the stairway, nabbing her skates as she went. She checked to make sure her specibus was set to SKATEKIND, and with a grin the SWEET BLADES formed around her feet. This was gonna be awesome.
Cael swung herself onto the stair railing, heading down to catch up with Cash in a quick grind. When she reached his level, she flipped to prop herself up on the railing with a hand, and swung her leg around to catch her brah in the ribs with the blunted edges of the literal blades attached to her blades.
Normally they were sharpened, but she didn't want to kill the kid. That'd kind of defeat the purpose of this whole shindig!
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Post by kobra on Apr 14, 2012 0:11:56 GMT -6
==> Cash: STRIFE!
You are completely prepared for your SISTAH'S INCOMING ATTACK. ... OK, maybe you weren't as prepared as you thought you were, since you took a hit of dull blades to the chest just now, an attack your big Sistah uses to SLICE THROUGH YOUR STRIFE MENU. It managed to knock the BREATH right out of you, and uprooted your bike from it's place on the stair railing. Your BALANCE isn't affected though, as always, and you manage to land on a step with one wheel before bouncing back onto the railing again.
If your Strife Menu was still functional, you'd probably at least attempt to click the AGGRIEVE button, but since your Sistah has never been one for Turn-Based Strifing, you're on your own. As you continue your downward riding, you attempt to leap into the next attack, front wheel first, in an attempt to throw your Sistah off her game a bit.
And, no, you don't stop to think that having a moving Strife battle while riding down multiple flights of stairs is pretty gnarly. You don't have any thoughts even similar! Even if you do think this is pretty wicked EXTREME.
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Post by cael on Apr 14, 2012 8:39:38 GMT -6
==> CAEL: STRIFE!!!!!!
PFFFFFFTHAAAHAHA. Turn-Based Strifing was for SQUARES. And if you had raised Cash to be a SQUARE, you'd go out back the quick way, out the window, and land on your fluffin' head. A world in which your LAMEBUTT PROTOGE was a SQUARE was not a world that you would want to live in, no siree.
You grin as he keeps his balance like a TRUE SURFER DUDE, bouncing off the stair and back onto the railing. You crouch to gather momentum, and just as he leaps forward you let one foot slip, which sends you flying -- instead of crashing, though, you use the wall as a base and bounce right back using your MAD PARKOUR SKILLS.
And as you shoot towards the kid riding so RADICALLY on his bike, you twist just a bit and position your foot just so, to catch and snap the brake wire. You then twist again so that you land feet-first on the stair, and quickly hop back up onto the railing, crouching again so you can catch up with your little brah. [/center]
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