Picky Minch (
imjustpicky) wrote2011-12-24 11:09 pm
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05 - Spirit of the Season
[Action A - Before December 23rd - Around Town]
[So what if he had been vanished? So what if he was supposed to be gone? He wasn't. He was still here, and Christmas was still coming, and he had still been saving the (rather generous) allowance that Key-Fu had been giving him. He'd get everyone presents, just as planned.
So you'll see Picky throughout the day, browsing through shops, trying to pick things out for the people he cared about. Maybe comparing ties at Bodine Clothing. Perhaps trying not to be seeing bringing a doll to the counter to pay for it. Tis still the season for shopping because darn it, his friends and family still deserved to have presents.]
[Action B - After this announcement - Streets of Mayfield]
[He should have stayed inside. Really should have stayed inside. If people were being told it was okay to kill the "fakes", then he was in lots of trouble. But... but... But he hadn't gotten Pokey's present. Even if Pokey was one of the erased and even if Pokey's replacement was kinda horrible.... well, he'd do it. That was what he had decided, after agonizing over it.
So here we have Picky, running home as fast as his legs can go and his lungs can manage, clutching a package wrapped in brown paper close to his chest. Every so often he has to stop and catch his breath, but he tries to duck behind a snowbank or a tree to do so. And then he keeps running.
If he can just make it home, he'll be safe, he knows it....]
[So what if he had been vanished? So what if he was supposed to be gone? He wasn't. He was still here, and Christmas was still coming, and he had still been saving the (rather generous) allowance that Key-Fu had been giving him. He'd get everyone presents, just as planned.
So you'll see Picky throughout the day, browsing through shops, trying to pick things out for the people he cared about. Maybe comparing ties at Bodine Clothing. Perhaps trying not to be seeing bringing a doll to the counter to pay for it. Tis still the season for shopping because darn it, his friends and family still deserved to have presents.]
[Action B - After this announcement - Streets of Mayfield]
[He should have stayed inside. Really should have stayed inside. If people were being told it was okay to kill the "fakes", then he was in lots of trouble. But... but... But he hadn't gotten Pokey's present. Even if Pokey was one of the erased and even if Pokey's replacement was kinda horrible.... well, he'd do it. That was what he had decided, after agonizing over it.
So here we have Picky, running home as fast as his legs can go and his lungs can manage, clutching a package wrapped in brown paper close to his chest. Every so often he has to stop and catch his breath, but he tries to duck behind a snowbank or a tree to do so. And then he keeps running.
If he can just make it home, he'll be safe, he knows it....]
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And now he has to run, because Pokey said that, too. Back up to his feet, and he's charging through the gap left by the missile. There's just one look back, and he can see the tentacled things trying to climb all over Josephine... But Pokey can beat them. He HAS to. He believes in his brother. And that IS him up there, he believes it, even if he looks and feels a bit funny.
No more looking back, no more lingering. Just running. Lots of running.]
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Pokey isn't a proficient fighter, not even in his mech. He can destroy things pretty well, but that's all he can really do. But sometimes even he knows what is or isn't a good idea, and letting those demons stay on Josephine? Isn't.
The spider-mech starts rocking back and forth erratically, trying to shake the monsters off while sidestepping, trying to move the opposite direction of Picky while simultaneously heading closer to Caster.
Give him your attention. All your attention.]
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He gives a smirk and sends one of his demons in his blockade away to find him. Whether the demon makes it to him or not is out of his control, but Caster is confident that little should stop it.]
You two look similar. Could it be that you two are brothers? Ahh, love between siblings is truly a treasured thing... Do not worry, boy! Your brother has strong legs, he will go far...
I certainly would hope that he does not run into another of my demons feasting around this town. Ahh, but he must have so much faith in his brother's word... how tragic!
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Pokey's brotherly ears may well hear Picky-sounds in the distance. He's laughing. That's... probably a good sign, right?]
((OOC: Gonna drop picky from this, he's met up with Key-Fu below? Feel free to insert a monster there if it seems appropriate?))
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Pokey's willing to fight, even if it's a stupid decision.]
Yeah yeah yak yak. Think you could do me a favor and shut up with the villainous goading today? I mean, hey I love evil speeches as much as the next guy but really?
Not in the mood.
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Very well! Then no longer will we delay your collapse into despair, boy!
[Once again, the tentacles from the demons around Caster reach out and attempt to grab Josephine. This time, yet more demons take the opportunity to leap down at the machine, hoping to pile more weight, preventing its movement. If fortunate, the creatures could then claw their way through the glass and consume the boy inside. Caster held firmly to his Spellbook as he watched the onslaught of demons continue.]
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This can't go on much further. And he's tired of despairing at the moment. Maybe...
Josephine's legs flail, as if Pokey's only thought is to make it appear like he's trying to get the demons off and away.
Really, he's trying to position himself to fire a missile at Caster without him noticing.]