Ptou the Messenger (
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Entry tags:
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- isabela,
- kida masaomi (pg) (au),
- ptou the messenger (pg),
- tempest,
- {arche klein},
- {ciel phantomhive},
- {danielle phantom (razzay elric) (pg)},
- {fiore},
- {kid flash/wally west (au)},
- {librarian (pg)},
- {mary magdalene (maria chrisalene)},
- {minami "ikki" itsuki (pg)},
- {nero (saber)},
- {princess luminescence of pavo},
- {ryougi shiki},
- {soubi agatsuma},
- {the climber},
- {wanijima akito (pg)},
- • days 030-039,
- ★ melisan lastin,
- ★ xavier elder
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Who: Messenger and ANYONE
When: Day 37, Afternoon to evening
Where: The 3rd floor common area
What: DERE VANDALISM
[Maybe you've been sitting and watching him. Maybe you might have ignored him for the epic view outside. Maybe you are just coming in as he finishes up...
But in the common room, someone seems to have spent most of his day painting a large portion of one of the walls and some of the floor into an enormous rectangle. It's not quite white... greys, blues, yellows and pinks mingle here and there as he seems to have struggled with what supplies he had left. But as it's drying now, he leaves out several cans of paint in vibrant colors and starts backing up to regard his handy work.
In large pink hand writing, he's written WE ARE HERE... with some glyphs underneath, an invitation to paint here... and a little bit of advice about hunting.
The rest of it, seems entirely blank.
Ptou brushes his sleeves and looks entirely too proud of himself.]
I think... that should do it.
((OOC: ADD ANYTHING. Your commentary, history you've discovered, opinions, your signature, draw pictures! It's up to you! Feel free to edit this to your hearts content, consider anything IN it public knowledge, and wax on poetically about your characters handwriting or beautiful buttprint. He's leaving the paint there for anyone to use.))
When: Day 37, Afternoon to evening
Where: The 3rd floor common area
What: DERE VANDALISM
[Maybe you've been sitting and watching him. Maybe you might have ignored him for the epic view outside. Maybe you are just coming in as he finishes up...
But in the common room, someone seems to have spent most of his day painting a large portion of one of the walls and some of the floor into an enormous rectangle. It's not quite white... greys, blues, yellows and pinks mingle here and there as he seems to have struggled with what supplies he had left. But as it's drying now, he leaves out several cans of paint in vibrant colors and starts backing up to regard his handy work.
In large pink hand writing, he's written WE ARE HERE... with some glyphs underneath, an invitation to paint here... and a little bit of advice about hunting.
The rest of it, seems entirely blank.
Ptou brushes his sleeves and looks entirely too proud of himself.]
I think... that should do it.
((OOC: ADD ANYTHING. Your commentary, history you've discovered, opinions, your signature, draw pictures! It's up to you! Feel free to edit this to your hearts content, consider anything IN it public knowledge, and wax on poetically about your characters handwriting or beautiful buttprint. He's leaving the paint there for anyone to use.))
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[. . . grab paintbrush, approach Ptou]
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I'll warn you, my dear, out of utmost respect.
I have no idea what I'm doing at all.
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Then I'm afraid, dearest, that this is a duel you will lose.
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[SWIRLPOOF! The whirlwind doesn't just end in a transformation but drags over the remaining brushes...
A squidrat brandishes 6 brushes at her.
From way down here.
FEAR ME.]
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Oh dear.
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It really is a hopeless boss battle.
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I am not one to give up, dearest. Though if you wish to, I will understand.
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[. . . leans over and makes a grab for him]
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Dearest~ You cannot stay there forever.
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I will give you a fair chance. I am unarmed - come out, now.
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WELL then.
You have a BARE SECOND between the squoosh of SUDDENLY SQUID, the swirl of wind... and the attempt for your ticklish ribs.]
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Ptou!
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... ... Lets start over.
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