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pawnstorm2016-06-06 12:53 pm
arcanepower) wrote in pawnstorm2016-06-06 12:53 pm
job | open | are you ready for SUMMER WARS
Who: Belthazar and you!
When: The second week of June
Where: Caissa
What: Belthazar is helping with Dance of the Drops. By all means, please ruin his life.
Rating: Standard family action.
[ A. concessions ]
[Belthazar might not be tall or good-looking or spectacular in any visible way, but he is damn good at cooking. He is being paid to make festival food but it comes out looking fancy and tasting top-notch. The shops all the way down the block are watching as lines form, and they're getting jealous. And unruly. In fact, some of them are trying outlandish claims to attract customers to their less-than-gourmet food.
Belthazar sticks his head out of the back to take another order and hears:]
'Fried pork sticks! Guaranteed to extend your life!'
... I'm not sure about that.
[ B. wrong place, wrong time ]
[He's very much regretting his choice of black clothing. It's hot, and it's hot when he's in the back cooking, and basically he's sitting in the shade miserable because he wore long sleeves and pants today. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and drinks some juice, utterly exhausted, and stares at the crazy watergun fight going on across the plaza. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize he's actually out of the 'off limits' area.
Inevitably, a steampunk-style robot approaches. Having never seen one of these in Caissa before, Belthazar gets up to study it closely.
And gets water to the face.
While he's soaking wet and spluttering, a group of rampaging children douse him further. He is quiet, deathly so... something must be wrong.]
You... how dare you! Do you think I was hiding because I am weak!? No. I am prepared for anything!
[Belthazar lets out a chilling evil laugh and pulls off his tunic, revealing a tank top underneath as well as a water gun and several water grenades strapped to his belt. He unholsters his water gun, which is really too big for him, and holds it at the ready.]
I AM COMING FOR YOU, HUMAN CHILDREN!
When: The second week of June
Where: Caissa
What: Belthazar is helping with Dance of the Drops. By all means, please ruin his life.
Rating: Standard family action.
[ A. concessions ]
[Belthazar might not be tall or good-looking or spectacular in any visible way, but he is damn good at cooking. He is being paid to make festival food but it comes out looking fancy and tasting top-notch. The shops all the way down the block are watching as lines form, and they're getting jealous. And unruly. In fact, some of them are trying outlandish claims to attract customers to their less-than-gourmet food.
Belthazar sticks his head out of the back to take another order and hears:]
'Fried pork sticks! Guaranteed to extend your life!'
... I'm not sure about that.
[ B. wrong place, wrong time ]
[He's very much regretting his choice of black clothing. It's hot, and it's hot when he's in the back cooking, and basically he's sitting in the shade miserable because he wore long sleeves and pants today. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and drinks some juice, utterly exhausted, and stares at the crazy watergun fight going on across the plaza. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize he's actually out of the 'off limits' area.
Inevitably, a steampunk-style robot approaches. Having never seen one of these in Caissa before, Belthazar gets up to study it closely.
And gets water to the face.
While he's soaking wet and spluttering, a group of rampaging children douse him further. He is quiet, deathly so... something must be wrong.]
You... how dare you! Do you think I was hiding because I am weak!? No. I am prepared for anything!
[Belthazar lets out a chilling evil laugh and pulls off his tunic, revealing a tank top underneath as well as a water gun and several water grenades strapped to his belt. He unholsters his water gun, which is really too big for him, and holds it at the ready.]
I AM COMING FOR YOU, HUMAN CHILDREN!
B'O CLOCK
He does, however, hold a trump card. One that he won't unveil until the most crucial of times...
... like that laugh? It's one that makes him shiver, his fur stand up on end?! What kind of Hero has a laugh like that? He reaches around the corner, gun out and ready to super soak whatever enemy has breached the walls and---!!! ]
Oh. It's you.
[ His gun stays pointed at Belthazar. He's not gonna put it away, not with those kinds of munitions strapped to his body! ]
Nice tank top.
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You! [He reaches for his water grenades, one in each hand.] I have been waiting for the chance to reclaim my father's honor. Have at thee, scoundrel!
[Yep, even with a water gun pointed at him, he's still going to toss these at Wukong. His courage is somehow very surprising.]
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[ Of course, all this time could have been better spent defending himself from the grenades hurtling toward him. Meh. Wukong chucks his gun at one of the grenades, pulling out his bananarang from his belt and pointing it at Belth like a gun.
A banana gun.
Nothing will shoot out of it, but he does try to bat the explosive water device away with it, which ultimately means he gets immediately soaked by the first and second grenades.
After the water clears (and the sound stops echoing in the streets), a deservedly soaked monkey stands there with fur matted and the same quizzical expression on his face before he falls down to the ground in a heap of surprise. ]
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The sight surprises Belthazar so much that he laughs genuinely, and then he's surprised by his laughter and becomes terribly self-conscious. He clears his throat and tries to compose himself.]
A-anyway... I win.
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what the hell]Ugh. I've fallen and I can't get up. Will you help me?
[ Wukong sounds like he's in some sort of agony. But is he really? Definitely not, he's not a witch that melts after being touched by a little bit of water. Still! He knows he can try to bait the small elf to come over. Once he does, Wukong can initiate his devious plan.
His inner villain is steepling his fingers and twirling his moustache. ]
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[Ah, and here we hit upon Belthazar's greatest weakness. He hears Wukong faking it and believes him, and not only that, but he drops everything to rush to his side to help him up.
Derederederedere.]
Did I hurt you? It should have just been water! Perhaps you fell and hit your head?! H-- Hold on, I can call my father, I am sure that he can mend your wounds--
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It's time to get soaked.
[ And he pulls the unassuming elf into a very tight embrace with wet fur and uniform, cackling madly as he continues to (carefully) squish Belth within his grasp! ]
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Wh-- UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT! You-- you miscreant! [He wiggles desperately trying to free himself.] How dare you! I will t-tug your ears so hard that you will be able to fly with them!
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If you touch my ears, I'll touch yours right back.
[ And he'll take this time to correct the elf, too. ]
Also, I'm no miscreant. I'm The Best. Besides, I'm not hurting you, am I? It's not like I'm going to snap you in half.