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mayfield_rpg2012-03-20 05:54 pm
shellfishlovver) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-03-20 05:54 pm
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One Orphan [Action+Phone]
A. 342 Brady Lane.
[Dualscar wakes with a start. The last thing he recalled was the sound of Highblood's laughter and the sight of well...quite a bit of his own blood. He presses a palm to his face, grumbling under his breath about terrible nightmares.
That's when he notices he's pink.
He rears back against the bed and wakes his drone wife, who is offputtingly pleasant about almost being smothered to death. So much so that he decides he's getting the fuck out of that bed. She leaves him in peace and he paces the room before coming downstairs, only to be informed that pajamas are not for leaving the house in.]
B. Around town.
[So. He's pink, squishy and in a strange place. If he didn't know the subjuggulators better he would assume it was a joke.
As a seadweller, he's always had a strong connection to the ocean, but it seems to have waned. In his heart he knows that if he can find the ocean he'll be able to find his way back home.
Now he's shouldering his way through neighbourhoods, trying to find it and failing quite horribly.]
C.[Phone]
[Back and incredibly displeased he demands his wife tell him the information he needs. She directs him to the phone and watches as he attempts to use it.
There's a long pause before he speaks.]
This. Isn't. Fuckin' Funny.
[He drops his voice lower.]
Where is Her Imperiousness?
[Dualscar wakes with a start. The last thing he recalled was the sound of Highblood's laughter and the sight of well...quite a bit of his own blood. He presses a palm to his face, grumbling under his breath about terrible nightmares.
That's when he notices he's pink.
He rears back against the bed and wakes his drone wife, who is offputtingly pleasant about almost being smothered to death. So much so that he decides he's getting the fuck out of that bed. She leaves him in peace and he paces the room before coming downstairs, only to be informed that pajamas are not for leaving the house in.]
B. Around town.
[So. He's pink, squishy and in a strange place. If he didn't know the subjuggulators better he would assume it was a joke.
As a seadweller, he's always had a strong connection to the ocean, but it seems to have waned. In his heart he knows that if he can find the ocean he'll be able to find his way back home.
Now he's shouldering his way through neighbourhoods, trying to find it and failing quite horribly.]
C.[Phone]
[Back and incredibly displeased he demands his wife tell him the information he needs. She directs him to the phone and watches as he attempts to use it.
There's a long pause before he speaks.]
This. Isn't. Fuckin' Funny.
[He drops his voice lower.]
Where is Her Imperiousness?