Random Weekly Roleplay - Week of the Easter Menace

Hezekon

Hezekon

Right Hono(u)rable Minister of Music
He looked left, right, then ran as fast as he could away from the gunner chasing after him. Hopefully, he'd make it. At least, Chickor hoped so. In pursuit, though, Deider was fairly confident she could catch him. Her Bunny Suit was upgraded with tracking and speed (TM) technology. He rounded a corner, just as he heard a "pop" go off. He ran harder; she doubled her efforts in return. He was fast, she gave him that. He was slippery and he was fast. But he couldn't keep this up. No way could he keep this up. Chickor knew the same, although he pushed that back into his mind as much as he could. Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to, for adrenaline helped keep his mind racing, far faster than even he could manage.

He came to a split, and he took the right path, swerving just as he heard another pop go off. Deider rounded the corner not too long after. Chickor couldn't keep running, though, and slowed down somewhat. And then it happend. He hit a dead end. He searched desperately, but in vain, for another exit, but there was none. Deider approached him, catching her breath along with him as she pulled off her rabbit-faced helmet.

"Any last words?" She didn't let him finish. A paintball splattered his vest.

"Hey!" Chickor shouted. "Bad form."

"Well, I dunno, let's ask the judges. JUDGES," she shouted to the team of spectators above them, "was that bad form?"
 
Deider looks at him. She cleared her throat. "Was my action bad form?" She is impatient. Meanwhile, Chickor plays with the paint on his vest.

ooc: that made me laugh.
 
Pyotr glanced at the four other judges, a smirk on his face. Old Baffy at the end was distracted by a bumblee and probably hadn't seen what had happened at all. Alinia, proper as ever, frowned slightly and appeared to be mentally rifling through the list of official rules desperately trying to find some rule that had been broken by Deider's actions and failing. No doubt she did find the actions to be bad form. Ayla seemed bored by the display. As always, Haika was completely non-readable. When he was carrying out a task, he was laser focused.

Since no one else was rushing to speak up, Pyotr chimed in, "Maybe the Forest Guards of Tellerim would be offended by your actions ... but then again, if they were in Chickor's shoes, they'd be dead. So much for form. You cornered Chickor, he was yours to do with as you felt necessary, even if that was playing with him as if he was a helpless mouse that had been captured by a cat."
 
(assuming one of the aforementioned characters, hope you don't mind)
Ayla yawned loudly, exaggerating her movements as she put her arms above her head, "Who cares? That was the most boring chase I've seen, like, ever." She suddenly leaned forward, eyeing the pair. "If you engaged in a fight of paintball destruction, now that would be something worth seeing."
 
Deider looked at Chickor. "Well, I'm not sure if you'd match me."

Chickor: "Excuse me."

Deider responded quickly. "BUT! I'm not against it. Would that interest all of you?
 
Deider looks over at the Random dude eating popcorn. "Wait a minute ..."... she says as she squints at him. Suddenly, she levels her paintball gun at him and fires at the popcorn bucket. For a minute, everything freezes. Then, a slight weezing sound is heard coming from the dude's general direction. Seconds later, the dude collapses into a small round disc. "Class five sentient Glitter-bomb. The key is to hit the popcorn, its where the AI is situated. Hit them anywhere else, and the best case scenario is you'll be picking glitter out from between your teeth for the next year. You can forget about your hair - it's going to light up like a christmas tree anytime it reflects something."

Chickor's mouth had dropped open when Deider took her shot. Now, Deider reached over and closed it for him. He had looked even more ridiculous than usual with his mouth hanging agape like that. He was looking at her suspiciously. "What?"

"How did you know it was a ... erm ... "glitter bomb?" he asked.

"Where the heck did that dude even come from. And where did he get popcorn? This isn't a carnival. Once I figured he was in disguise I realized that only a class five sentient glitter-bomb's AI would think that was a good disguise here."

On the platform above, Alinia sniffed haughtily and left. As she walked away, Alinia tossed back at the other judges, "Tell me when we're done with the child's play. It isn't getting us anywhere. When you want to move to a real test, let me know."
 
flashing back to when deider and chickor passed the split, hiding in the bushes was Arkain. mischievous lil twerp watching the whole thing go down, she grabbed a glitter bomb drone and set it to follow the bunny.

flash forward, arkain pounds her fist into the ground at the sight of her lost glitter bomb. she sneaks around laying glitter bomb land mines.
"hehehehehe" she giggles.
 
Her chest pocket started beeping slowly as Ayla stretched her arms. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She said in an exaggerated husky tone, taking out her newly upgraded HezoTech 438 Model A Sensor. Many bars and numbers flashed around on the screen but one got her attention in particular. There was a deviant nearby! She started sniffing the air, hungry for a fight, for some action to lighten the boring day. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called: "Ooooooo where are you, little runt?!"
 
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