Subject: (( Fine with me! ))
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Posted on: 2019-10-17 17:45:12 UTC
(( Gonna bring in Ave and Ellie, perhaps? That could be fun. {= D ))
Subject: (( Fine with me! ))
Author:
Posted on: 2019-10-17 17:45:12 UTC
(( Gonna bring in Ave and Ellie, perhaps? That could be fun. {= D ))
There is nothing here in this post. I just realised that I cannot role play because I don’t have permission. I feel like a fool.
Stephanie hadn't been quite sure how to react to a small Spartan warrior marching up to her and saying hello, but she quickly recognised Henry Robinson and gave him a warm smile. "You're looking good yourself," she said, looking him over with an approving smile.
"I'm guessing Spartan?" Owen offered with a wry smile. His voice was still high at the moment, but it was starting to break, so he was well aware that at any moment he could end up sounding rather croaky. "Looks detailed."
"Says the guy who spent over an hour trying to get his facepaint done properly," Stephanie teased. "Anyway, Henry, what's up?"
Stephanie telling him he looked good had put a smile on his face, and Owen noticing the details had made it even bigger. Henry liked things to be precise, and he'd put a lot of effort into the little touches.
"Not much," he answered Stephanie. "I haven't seen you guys in a while. You both look really awesome, too. Is the bow real?" It looked a bit too shiny to be real, but you never knew.
"Yeah, it's real," she said, touching it briefly. "Mum figured if I was going to become an Action Agent, I might as well get used to carrying the gear, so she picked this up from the Hunger Games 'verse for me. The arrows are padded, though - didn't want to bring real ones where there's little kids around." She nodded to the small fry running around and smiled wryly.
"Not to mention they spent ages getting the hairstyle just right," Owen added with a brief grin. "Anyway, yeah, we haven't seen you for ages - pity your mum doesn't let you spend more time in the Nursery, really. Unless she thinks you're going to pick up bad habits."
"Nice," he observed, examining the silvery finish. "Did you say this came from the Hunger Games 'verse? Was it a Sue weapon, or from one of the higher districts, or something like that? Doesn't seem like one Katniss would use, except maybe for a photo-shoot or something."
(( BTW, what kind of bow? Compound, I'd guess, since it's fancy, but you never know!
(( I'm up for whatever strikes your fancy with William. ))
Charlotte grabbed Ix's arm and dragged her across the room when she saw the scarred face and the sparking wand. She forced down the shield Ix was attempting to disappear behind and beamed. "Nice costume!"
((Since I don't know if you saw farther down the thread—Charlotte is Peggy Carter, and Ix is Captain America.))
(( Not that I'm complaining if you are. ^_^ Also, your tag with Ellie below, I think, if you're still interested? ))
((And yeah, I'll get on that in a moment. Had kind of a bad entire week, no energy for anything. Was real fun.))
It was a good grip for a baby. He tugged the large digit insistently toward his open mouth, leaning out to close the distance with his tongue protruding.
Both parents watched in fascination. Would Thoth allow this?
(( Verbal replies when this action resolves. {= ) ))
He had considered pulling away his fingers. But no. This child was testing him. Testing his ability to supress his instincts, however well-developed they may be.
Consciously, he was aware that this was probably an absurd way of looking at the situation. But he found it useful.
...which was pretty fast, leaving Derik with only Gadrik to deal with. Not that that was necessarily an easy feat.
"...Brother, I don't think that saying I believe your son does not need to learn of horrors known to drive men mad counts as excessive caution."
Derik wrangled Gadrik into a comfortable position for both of them. Gaddie faced outward, so he could see, and Derik supported him with one arm under his bum and the other hand restraining his tiny chest. For the moment, the boy was amused by studying the texture of his father's knuckles.
Derik dared to breathe a sigh of relief, for all that he knew the peace wouldn't last long. "It's too late," he replied wryly to Thoth. "He already knows his mother!"
"I... have... seen you before somewhere."
She grinned toothily up at Derik, and stood on tiptoes to see Gadrik better. "How old's he?"
"I've normally got four legs," he said. "Might remember me as a lion? Mixed it up a bit for the party, though. And I can't exactly go around grabbing Ellie in my teeth by the back of her neck," he added, wincing. "Glad Ave thought to tell me that bit before anything bad happened."
"Humans are far too useful to destroy."
(( Gonna bring in Ave and Ellie, perhaps? That could be fun. {= D ))
The one who, to a familiar eye, was obviously dressed as Junpei Iori, smiled. "Hey there!" he said. "Thanks- wait, Charlotte?" Apecian blinked, but on closer inspection... well, she looked like Charlotte, anyways. There was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Ah, well. It might just be the costume. "Charlotte! Hi!"
It took a little more thinking to realize who Michael was dressed as, but, once one got past the fact that he was wearing the male version of Gekkoukan's uniform, it didn't take much to realize that he had come as Fuuka Yamagishi. "Good afternoon," he said, as he silently tried to figure out who Charlotte was dressed as and wondered when she'd lost a few inches of height.
Charlotte's smile widened and she let go of Ix's hand to hug him tightly. "Oh my goodness, I haven't seen you two in forever! I'm not a vampire any more, look!" She twirled on the spot, skirts flaring out around her.
"You're not? Oh, you're not!" he said, the reasons she seemed to look a little different finally clicking now that he was looking for them. "When'd that happen?"
Charlotte shrugged. "A year ago?" she said. "More, less? Got my hands on a morphing cube, and Fwai and I are stuck in ESAS as a result. Still," she said, looping her arm through Ix's, "I can't complain. I'm mortal, so she and I can spend the rest of our lives together."
He smiled at them, then looked around for some sort of drinks table. "... You know, I feel like I'm supposed to toast you right now, but I don't have anything to toast you with."
Charlotte grinned and pushed Ix's shield down so she couldn't hide behind it. "Come on, Fwai, you know them!"
Ix gave Apecian a nervous look. "...I know," she mumbled, keeping her eyes down. She tugged her mask a little lower out of reflex.
He almost reached to rap on the shield, thought better of it after seeing the look his partner was giving him, and asked, "What's it made out of? Is it actual... uh..."
"Vibranium," Michael helpfully provided, before frowning slightly as he poked himself trying to adjust glasses that weren't there. Ah, habitual behaviors.
Ix looked down at her shield and shook her head. "Just steel. Has the weight of the real thing, but it won't get DoSAT breathing down my neck for unregistered use of the stuff." She bit her lip. "Sorry."
Apecian absentmindedly adjusted the baseball cap, then added, "I mean, I'm not gonna be pulling out Hermes anytime soon, and you don't see me apologizing for that, do ya? And not wanting DoSAT mad is a pretty good reason not to use it - after all, they could probably do something like make your Console's noises even worse."
"Hey, have you guys seen the food here?" Charlotte said quickly, sensing a subject change would be for the best. "It looks fantastic—I'm gonna go get some of those hot dog mummies."
"Hey there!" the elf in the eggplant costume called out to the approaching pair. "Have we met?"
"I'm Itae," she said amicably. "These two are Ailienas and Ava." She gestured to the squeegee and eggplant respectively.
He said nothing, but Mira asked “May we sit down?”
"I can't do this," Zaphoriel declared, gripping his plastic pitchfork tighter. He squeezed his eyes shut, hiding the blue goat-eye contact lenses he'd put in, and shook his head. The devil's-horn headband slipped, threatening to slide off. "People are going to get the wrong ideas, Faust—they'll believe you're the angel in this... blasphemous partnership, and then where will I be?!"
((...And because a picture is worth a thousand words, Zaphoriel is absolutely wearing one of those cheesy Halloween costumes, tail not shown. :P))
He, unlike his partner, was enjoying himself immensely. He adjusted his white, angelic garb and set the halo more precisely atop the crown of his head in the manner of a particularly prissy butler.
"Don't worry about it, angel," he continued, surveying the room. "Besides, if anyone's going to be able to avoid being mistaken for an agent of infernal evil and chaos, it's... Well..." He looked the angel, dressed in cheap jacket and looking as if he might jump out of his skin if anyone stood up particularly loudly, up and down with a bemused eyebrow. "You're certainly in the running."
“Are you mocking me, demon?” he said stiffly. “Because insulting a member of the celestial host while dressing as one—however poorly—is hardly the most effective way to go about it. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what Heaven is like so soon.”
"Like She'd ever let me forget," he muttered. "Still, I'm glad the mockery didn't go over your head, angel-- did the halo help you catch it?" He plucked his own with another grin, before seemingly shaking off the urge to continue batting at it.
“Let’s just get out of the way of the doors,” he said sourly. “We don’t want to get in the way of anyone.” He paused, then added, “I don’t want to get in anyone’s way. You likely don’t care.” He stalked past, clenching the plastic pitchfork in a resentful fist.
"I just happen to care in the opposite direction to everyone else, that's all." He looked Zaphoriel over. "You need to relax, angel. Come on, let's go over to the bar." So saying, he grabbed Zaphoriel's resentful wrist and dragged him in a roughly alcohol-bound direction.
When they reached the table, he wrenched his hand out of the demon's grasp. "Human beverages? Really? You don't require sustenance—unless this is you indulging your gluttonous ways again."
"Just something you need to try. It's a sort of relaxant they developed to deal with the anxiety of their infernal judgement riding on their everyday decisions-- it's quite helpful."
"It looks foul," the angel said, peering at the cocktail. He sniffed, and one eyebrow rose. "It smells... sweet, though?" He looked back up at Faust. "What deception are you attempting now, demon?"
"That's for after you've drunk it."
"And just what," he said, eyes narrowing, "do you mean by that, exactly?"
"I mean, they talk about it in the bible, don't they? Lots of people on your side got drunk. They had wine at that last supper thing-- this is that. Well," he corrected, eyeing the glass, "Basically."
Zaphoriel lifted the glass up again and sniffed it; it did smell rather fruity, which was what he'd been assured wine smelled like. "I mean... it's still supposed to be a human beverage, but if Christ drank it..." He glanced up at Faust momentarily and bit his lip. "I am going to regret this decision immensely," he said, and downed the drink, only stopping to cough when it was completely drained. "It burns."
One was a bipedal lioness wearing an Original Series-era Starfleet security uniform (was dressing up as a redshirt baiting the IO? Probably. Did it matter? Not really.) She was carrying a plate of various snacks.
The other had a long, rat-like face and bony hands. He was wearing rather tattered Slytherin robes, and had a wand sticking out of his pocket. The faint smell of ammonia contributed to the Infernus look slightly. He didn't have any food on him, but had grabbed a cup of punch.
"Hey," the lioness said, looking up at the "human". "I'm Farah."
She smiled. "Unless the costume means I get tragically injured by the end of the party."
"You and Spensor partners?" she asked.
"I'm Kkukttak," the kif replied to Spensor.
Phil took off his robot helmet to reveal his average looking human face. He needed to shave. Despite his scruffy outlook he flashed Farah his best smile.
"Don't worry. If anything bad happens to you I can take you back to my RC and take care of you."
"Hello Kkuttak." Spensor replied. "Despite my outward appearance I am actually a Cybertronian. Convincing, I know. We Transformers pride ourselves on our ability to seamlessly take on another object's appearance. What are you, exactly?"
"You have a medical setup in there? What sort of missions are you going on?'
"I'm a kif," Kkukttak said, holding out a hand. "From the Chanur series."
"Rad. I'm a Cybertronian." The robot took a swig from his keg. "So, my kif friend, what do you think of the party?"
Phil chuckled. "Oh, Spense and I get into a lot of trouble. Only the most dangerous missions for us. But, no, we don't actually have a full on med bay in our RC. I'm just teasing you is all."
"But I'm getting more used to this sort of thing."
Farah nodded. "Got it," she said. "What department are you two in, anyway? We're in Crossovers."
"I am in the Department of Mary Sues." Phil gestured to his partner. "Rustbucket over there is part of the Eclectic Subdivision of Advanced Species. By default, mind you. No other Cybertronians in the PPC. He's currently serving a probationary period. I am his designated babysitter." Phil made a fingerbanging gesture. "He's real trigger happy."
"I know Kkukttak did," she said. "Though for him they probably didn't put me in charge keeping an eye on him for ... let's just say there's a few good reasons that would be a bad idea, and some of them would be on me. So they set him up with visits to FicPsych."
Kkukttak had heard some of Phil's comment. "Trigger happy?" he asked Spensor, slouching a bit. He was hoping that meant aggressive on missions, but he wasn't quite sure.
Then he doubled back. "Nice costume!" he said, talking to the man dressed as Cú.
He wasn't sure if the man heard him. Ah well. It was still a nice costume.
On closer examination, he cut quite a distinctive figure. Six and a half feet tall, about as musclebound as it was physically possible to be, and ruddy-faced with a resting lustful smirk - even in a meticulously detailed costume, Nathas was unmistakable.
"Heh, thanks." He offered Tom a hand. "Have we met? An' who're you goin' as?"
The accent had taken him aback. He had to take a moment before he actually recognized the words. "Oh! Ah. RIght. I'm Tom. Currently dressed as Edward Elric, since you asked..."