Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 1: Grande Adventures]
07-18-2010, 12:45 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
The Photographer watched uneasily as Sirius, the mean angel guy, rubbed his forehead in frustration. He wasn't sure what to do now. He really didn't like dealing with him much. He tended to look angry. Like, hit-underling-employees-in-the-face angry. He was quite relieved that he had refrained from doing so but wasn't sure how long it would be until somebody got violent.
"Alright. Okay. So." The angel sighed, trying to let out every frustration in that one breath. "Tell them if they don't stop squabbling and start being helpful, I will tear them out one by one until they say the code."
Despite thinking this might incite said violent-punching-reaction, the Photographer mumured nervously, "But...uh...how will we put in the...uh...code...?" A glare from Sirius told him that now wasn't the time to be smart.
Sirius watched the dark being attempt to puff out his chest and talk sternly with a deep threatening voice. He decided not to think that it was an impression of him and waited. The Photographer's pathetic threat was cut short by what he assumed were the voices of the buttons. He looked rather bewildered despite having very few features on his face so the angel assumed they were all talking at once. Finally, the Photographer looked over sheepishly towards Sirius.
"Well?"
"Um...they said...'Then how will you punch the code in?'"
Sirius was very tempted to just punch the whole keypad in and be done with it but a thought suddenly occurred to him. "What else counts as something you can talk to?" He demanded. "Not just the buttons, right?"
"Ummmm, maybe the...uh....display...?"
He had grabbed the right straw. "Perfect!" Hopefully now things would go the right way. "Ask him, then."
More one-sided whispers. "Uh, the display's a girl."
"Ask her then."
Murmur murmur, silence, whisper whisper, silence, 'No, not you,' silence...
Sirius got very worried when he suddenly heard the Photographer say, "Oh, I'm sorry, that's horrible..."
"Are you...gossiping?" he said, way more threateningly than he had intended.
"Uh, well I...she..." The Photographer stuttered, glancing to the ground for a bit. "Ummmmmm...the display is depressed...and, uh. Er. Possibly suicidal."
The Photographer watched uneasily as Sirius, the mean angel guy, rubbed his forehead in frustration. He wasn't sure what to do now. He really didn't like dealing with him much. He tended to look angry. Like, hit-underling-employees-in-the-face angry. He was quite relieved that he had refrained from doing so but wasn't sure how long it would be until somebody got violent.
"Alright. Okay. So." The angel sighed, trying to let out every frustration in that one breath. "Tell them if they don't stop squabbling and start being helpful, I will tear them out one by one until they say the code."
Despite thinking this might incite said violent-punching-reaction, the Photographer mumured nervously, "But...uh...how will we put in the...uh...code...?" A glare from Sirius told him that now wasn't the time to be smart.
Sirius watched the dark being attempt to puff out his chest and talk sternly with a deep threatening voice. He decided not to think that it was an impression of him and waited. The Photographer's pathetic threat was cut short by what he assumed were the voices of the buttons. He looked rather bewildered despite having very few features on his face so the angel assumed they were all talking at once. Finally, the Photographer looked over sheepishly towards Sirius.
"Well?"
"Um...they said...'Then how will you punch the code in?'"
Sirius was very tempted to just punch the whole keypad in and be done with it but a thought suddenly occurred to him. "What else counts as something you can talk to?" He demanded. "Not just the buttons, right?"
"Ummmm, maybe the...uh....display...?"
He had grabbed the right straw. "Perfect!" Hopefully now things would go the right way. "Ask him, then."
More one-sided whispers. "Uh, the display's a girl."
"Ask her then."
Murmur murmur, silence, whisper whisper, silence, 'No, not you,' silence...
Sirius got very worried when he suddenly heard the Photographer say, "Oh, I'm sorry, that's horrible..."
"Are you...gossiping?" he said, way more threateningly than he had intended.
"Uh, well I...she..." The Photographer stuttered, glancing to the ground for a bit. "Ummmmmm...the display is depressed...and, uh. Er. Possibly suicidal."