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itsjustagamerp2011-09-25 07:13 pm
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Characters: Raz; Open.
Content: Kersplat.
Location: Various parts of Deck 2 and 3.
Time of day: Afternoon.
Warnings: Flashbacks to the great Shaving Cream War of '64.
The halls were quiet. TOO quiet.
Those who wandered about today would get the feeling that they're being... watched. Carefully, intensely. Like a hunter stalks his prey. You might look around, trying to find the source. Or maybe you continue on your way, nervously trying to ignore that uncomfortable feeling. But it never leaves.
And then, when you least expect it -- when you stop once more to try to get your bearings, or to open the door, he strikes! From the ceiling, a strange, big-headed creature leaps down, and too late you realize the lack of caution you exercised!
And the last thing any victim smells... is strawberries.
...of course, then the next thing you hear is Raz laughing his ass off as you wipe the shaving cream off your face, but we can do something about THAT, can't we?
Content: Kersplat.
Location: Various parts of Deck 2 and 3.
Time of day: Afternoon.
Warnings: Flashbacks to the great Shaving Cream War of '64.
The halls were quiet. TOO quiet.
Those who wandered about today would get the feeling that they're being... watched. Carefully, intensely. Like a hunter stalks his prey. You might look around, trying to find the source. Or maybe you continue on your way, nervously trying to ignore that uncomfortable feeling. But it never leaves.
And then, when you least expect it -- when you stop once more to try to get your bearings, or to open the door, he strikes! From the ceiling, a strange, big-headed creature leaps down, and too late you realize the lack of caution you exercised!
And the last thing any victim smells... is strawberries.
...of course, then the next thing you hear is Raz laughing his ass off as you wipe the shaving cream off your face, but we can do something about THAT, can't we?
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"You come back here this instant, you young ruffian!" he called out, and went to chase after him.
Of course, considering Sam's short little legs, he couldn't much keep up with Raz. That didn't stop his attempts at trying, though.
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He darts away, jumping over a few slippery spots and moving with all the agility of, well, an acrobat.
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Sam, unfortunately, was pretty much the opposite of an acrobat, and he missed the slippery spots that Raz leaped over. He hit a slippery spot, went sailing forward with his blue wings flailing everywhere, only to land square on his beak. He got back up slowly, his beak a bit crinkled from the fall, looking just as annoyed as always.