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[thanks for the protection from those completely useless water balloons.
there's a bunch coming from the other side now, so I guess it's Jason's turn to, y'know. Watch Nero's back.
but one of the balloons hits-- and jason literally punts one of the imps into the closest building with those thighs of steel]
Ruinin' a perfectly good conversation.
there's a bunch coming from the other side now, so I guess it's Jason's turn to, y'know. Watch Nero's back.
but one of the balloons hits-- and jason literally punts one of the imps into the closest building with those thighs of steel]
Ruinin' a perfectly good conversation.
[Water bursts in his hand while another balloon pelts him in the face, soaking Nero down to his shoulders, and more splash all over his boots. With a grunt, he summons a throwing spear and hurls it into the imp responsible, impaling it. Poof!]
Annoying little freakers...
Annoying little freakers...
"Freakers."
[a pause because uh-- that voice is.
not his.
and he's just-- going to look down at himself.]
... New problem.
[a pause because uh-- that voice is.
not his.
and he's just-- going to look down at himself.]
... New problem.
Edited 2020-07-10 04:47 (UTC)
[He tries to blink the water out of his eyes, but when he opens them-- the daylight is painful, stabbing into his corneas. Nero hisses, trying to shade his eyes with his hands.
Can't see Jason too well as a result. But his voice has changed again??]
What is it...??
Can't see Jason too well as a result. But his voice has changed again??]
What is it...??
[he wants to point out the obvious but-- at least he's taller than him again.
and also he wants to duck out of the way of anymore onslaughts]
Can't tell?
[but he'll grab his sleeve and go to duck inside a building. because that seems safer]
and also he wants to duck out of the way of anymore onslaughts]
Can't tell?
[but he'll grab his sleeve and go to duck inside a building. because that seems safer]
Well, s'closer to a ghost than a vampire anyway. But like a vengeful, romantic ghost.
[is grabbed--!]
S'too bright... like everything's fuzzy. Your voice is-- higher?
[a beat]
Are you a girl?!
S'too bright... like everything's fuzzy. Your voice is-- higher?
[a beat]
Are you a girl?!
Yeah.
I got antidotes back at the dorms.
[yeah-- that makes sense to duck back in that way]
You can't see now?
I got antidotes back at the dorms.
[yeah-- that makes sense to duck back in that way]
You can't see now?
Vengeful and romantic, huh...
Just... hurts in the light. Need some shades or something.
[Since they're under cover, he's able to squint his eyes open a little more. Tries to focus on Jason and--]
...Uh. Wow.
[Since they're under cover, he's able to squint his eyes open a little more. Tries to focus on Jason and--]
...Uh. Wow.
The kind that roams down hallways with a candlestick, and a knife.
[he wasn't-- expecting that reaction, actually]
... Wow?
[but he doesn't exactly stop moving either.]
... Wow?
[but he doesn't exactly stop moving either.]
[All teasing has gone from his tone, he's just sheepish and turning pink at the edges,]
I mean it's not a bad look...
I mean it's not a bad look...
Looking for my lost lover, or something...?
[glances at her knife]
Well, I guess I'm halfway there.
[glances at her knife]
Well, I guess I'm halfway there.
[he's-- confused, but when he glances back and sees that look, he realizes at least one thing.
how far was the hotel again?]
You're muttering.
[he teases]
how far was the hotel again?]
You're muttering.
[he teases]
Or protecting them, from beyond the grave. Which I could totally see you doing.
[reddens]
...I'd rather protect them from this side of the grave.
...I'd rather protect them from this side of the grave.
[Blurts out,]
I said it looks good, okay!? Frick. You should be using my girl potions.
I said it looks good, okay!? Frick. You should be using my girl potions.
[Huh.
should he?
he grows a little quiet as he considers that, and finally they can cross the hotel's threshold]
You really think that?
should he?
he grows a little quiet as he considers that, and finally they can cross the hotel's threshold]
You really think that?
Fair. That option involves less dying and more... actually being here.
[Quietly,]
Uh, yeah? You're like... [smoking hot,] yeah.
Uh, yeah? You're like... [smoking hot,] yeah.
[how does he point out that he feels awkward and off his game-- and that he already dislikes how his clothes are trying to slip off of him.]
Well...
[he hits the elevator button...]
I never considered it before.
Well...
[he hits the elevator button...]
I never considered it before.
[Biiiiites his lip,]
...Would you?
[consider it, i mean. because like. hmmmmgh.]
...Would you?
[consider it, i mean. because like. hmmmmgh.]
[a ding, and he leans back against the elevator wall after pressing the button for bad end]
... Maybe?
[unsure as he tilts his head to consider.]
You wanna try?
... Maybe?
[unsure as he tilts his head to consider.]
You wanna try?
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