Re: Mini-Grand 5111 [Round 1: Pan Asia Airways Flight 1727]
10-14-2011, 07:38 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Kay continued prowling. Well, she could have been prowling if it were not for the fact that the Pan Asia airplane was incredibly packed – with so people, but so many unworthy opponents! Not exactly paying attention to the dead duelist’s gruesome appearance, people continued to panic in combination of sudden engine failure and her supernatural fear aura, bumping into her and especially annoying her. Her attitude was not exactly pleasant and it was again, at the tipping point to pure incandescent rage.
Her attempts to go against the direction of the crowd proved futile, until a shrill whistle blared over the atmosphere. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed and Kay found it easier to move. In front of the passenger mob, there were two flight attendants, whistles in their mouths, parting the calming men and women with their noise. Kay was quite perplexed, how could they manage to silent the crowd so easily, ESPECIALLY WITH HER AROUND. THIS WAS PREPOSTEROUS.
The duelist wedged her way through the loosening crowd and soon found her way to the two flight attendants, their mouths slightly agape at her macabre appearance. Kay cocked her head at the duo as though she was an eyeing hawk. Without a warning, she lurched forward, knocking one of them down. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE." Kay bellowed, her pointy head of her bloody mask nearly putting an eye out. "AND WHAT SORT OF SORCERY IS THIS?" She grabbed the whistle to prove her point.
The standing flight attendant was shrilly blowing at her whistle, making sure the crowd, now chaotic due to Kay’s demands, did not crush the three under their feet. The prone woman’s lip trembled for a few seconds before giving Kay the information we are. <font color="green">"I’m Marisa and she’s Jane. Our whistles are just regular whistles. And –"
“WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?” Kay interrupted.
"Ohgodpleasedontkillme!" The flight attendant below flinched in instinct. "We are just investigating this strange guy –"
Strange guy? Kay lifted her head up in thought. This could be interesting. Kay demanded more information.
"He looks like a strange astronaut and he’s going around interrupting passengers," Marisa noted. "And for some reason, he’s wearing a fishbowl over his head. Come to think of it, it was really weird-looking…"
That was enough information. This man was a strange man with strange clothes. That must be RESERVE PSYCHOLOGY. He’s actually a strong, competent fighter with a cunning mind! No wonder he was dressed like a complete idiot! That was to fool people! BRILLIANT. Kay felt so clever at her path of logic. Her childhood tutor would be proud.
Without a warning, Kay attempted to bolt away, but bumped into the crowd again. Getting hold of her marbles, Kay climbed up on an irate passenger and then, walked on the crowd, poking many passengers with her unwieldy spears. She was going to get this stranger and challenge him to a duel of the lifetime. It would be GLORIOUS!
Meanwhile, Marisa was just confused.
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Kay continued prowling. Well, she could have been prowling if it were not for the fact that the Pan Asia airplane was incredibly packed – with so people, but so many unworthy opponents! Not exactly paying attention to the dead duelist’s gruesome appearance, people continued to panic in combination of sudden engine failure and her supernatural fear aura, bumping into her and especially annoying her. Her attitude was not exactly pleasant and it was again, at the tipping point to pure incandescent rage.
Her attempts to go against the direction of the crowd proved futile, until a shrill whistle blared over the atmosphere. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed and Kay found it easier to move. In front of the passenger mob, there were two flight attendants, whistles in their mouths, parting the calming men and women with their noise. Kay was quite perplexed, how could they manage to silent the crowd so easily, ESPECIALLY WITH HER AROUND. THIS WAS PREPOSTEROUS.
The duelist wedged her way through the loosening crowd and soon found her way to the two flight attendants, their mouths slightly agape at her macabre appearance. Kay cocked her head at the duo as though she was an eyeing hawk. Without a warning, she lurched forward, knocking one of them down. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE." Kay bellowed, her pointy head of her bloody mask nearly putting an eye out. "AND WHAT SORT OF SORCERY IS THIS?" She grabbed the whistle to prove her point.
The standing flight attendant was shrilly blowing at her whistle, making sure the crowd, now chaotic due to Kay’s demands, did not crush the three under their feet. The prone woman’s lip trembled for a few seconds before giving Kay the information we are. <font color="green">"I’m Marisa and she’s Jane. Our whistles are just regular whistles. And –"
“WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?” Kay interrupted.
"Ohgodpleasedontkillme!" The flight attendant below flinched in instinct. "We are just investigating this strange guy –"
Strange guy? Kay lifted her head up in thought. This could be interesting. Kay demanded more information.
"He looks like a strange astronaut and he’s going around interrupting passengers," Marisa noted. "And for some reason, he’s wearing a fishbowl over his head. Come to think of it, it was really weird-looking…"
That was enough information. This man was a strange man with strange clothes. That must be RESERVE PSYCHOLOGY. He’s actually a strong, competent fighter with a cunning mind! No wonder he was dressed like a complete idiot! That was to fool people! BRILLIANT. Kay felt so clever at her path of logic. Her childhood tutor would be proud.
Without a warning, Kay attempted to bolt away, but bumped into the crowd again. Getting hold of her marbles, Kay climbed up on an irate passenger and then, walked on the crowd, poking many passengers with her unwieldy spears. She was going to get this stranger and challenge him to a duel of the lifetime. It would be GLORIOUS!
Meanwhile, Marisa was just confused.
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