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asgardeventide2013-10-22 09:27 pm
chronologistics) wrote in asgardeventide2013-10-22 09:27 pm
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[Backdated to day 342.]
There isn't a face in the feed yet, only a quick splay of rooftops and colored awnings. Whoever is filming right now appears to be chasing after something, and he sounds slightly winded.]
Asgard. City in the asshole of a pan-dimensional nexus. Home to a hella diverse collection of creatures and people. Also home to poor SOBs in rad shades cursed to grow furry appendages. Let us examine one in particular as he moves within this treacherous environment...
[And so the feed peeks over the edge of a roof, peering down into a semi-crowded street where one Dirk Strider (sporting a viciously-whipping blonde cat's tail) and one Davesprite (in all his winged glory) are currently having a stare off.
Davesprite is saying something -- it sounds vaguely like, "...ill-advised, one-way tickets to the Twilight Zone and there's no way I'm gonna give in to such a base impulse. No matter what kind of yankable vibe your tail is giving off right now." just as a shadow rises from the ground between Dirk's feet and gives the "furry noodle" (as it was just previously described a moment ago) a swift tug. Catboy yelps and spins, and Birdboy takes the opening by darting forward and giving the tail a quick tug.
(Whoever is filming lets out a low, soft chuckle.
Crows are douchebags.)]
-- you're going to lose feathers in a minute --
[That's Dirk as moves forward to swat at Crowboy, who hops backward on his toes without so much of a flick of his wings before taking off at a full run.]
Oh shit, someone needs his catnip! [That is called over Davesprite's shoulder as he vaults over a fence and darts out of sight.
Dave lifts the bracelet up and holds it above his head in a practiced sort of way. With his free hand, he cocks his thumb and index finger at the feed and smirks.]
Submitted for the approval of the Asgardian Nature Society. Part two coming in approximately four minutes.
[Sorry, not sorry, bros.]
There isn't a face in the feed yet, only a quick splay of rooftops and colored awnings. Whoever is filming right now appears to be chasing after something, and he sounds slightly winded.]
Asgard. City in the asshole of a pan-dimensional nexus. Home to a hella diverse collection of creatures and people. Also home to poor SOBs in rad shades cursed to grow furry appendages. Let us examine one in particular as he moves within this treacherous environment...
[And so the feed peeks over the edge of a roof, peering down into a semi-crowded street where one Dirk Strider (sporting a viciously-whipping blonde cat's tail) and one Davesprite (in all his winged glory) are currently having a stare off.
Davesprite is saying something -- it sounds vaguely like, "...ill-advised, one-way tickets to the Twilight Zone and there's no way I'm gonna give in to such a base impulse. No matter what kind of yankable vibe your tail is giving off right now." just as a shadow rises from the ground between Dirk's feet and gives the "furry noodle" (as it was just previously described a moment ago) a swift tug. Catboy yelps and spins, and Birdboy takes the opening by darting forward and giving the tail a quick tug.
(Whoever is filming lets out a low, soft chuckle.
Crows are douchebags.)]
-- you're going to lose feathers in a minute --
[That's Dirk as moves forward to swat at Crowboy, who hops backward on his toes without so much of a flick of his wings before taking off at a full run.]
Oh shit, someone needs his catnip! [That is called over Davesprite's shoulder as he vaults over a fence and darts out of sight.
Dave lifts the bracelet up and holds it above his head in a practiced sort of way. With his free hand, he cocks his thumb and index finger at the feed and smirks.]
Submitted for the approval of the Asgardian Nature Society. Part two coming in approximately four minutes.
[Sorry, not sorry, bros.]