Character Bar (Explicit, 18+)

Sapphire: *flinches* I don't know what that is, but it reminds me of smoke.

Kathryn: Don't worry, Sapph. It's just…well, I don't know what it is, but it's okay.

Sapphire: *sighs* I know.

 

Kathryn: Poisonous gas?!

Sapphire: I don't care if we're immune to harm here; that's still worse than smoke.

Kathryn: Yeah, I'm not taking any chances. *she sends a blast of wind at the gas, blowing it away from them*

Sapphire: Should I even ask why that one exhales poisonous gas?

 

Sapphire: …jeez, and we thought our world was relatively cool as far as magic stuff goes.

Kathryn: We didn't. We thought it was normal.

Sapphire: You know what I mean! *laughs* Once we got into all this universe-hopping shit, we thought we had some pretty great magic. *under her breath* Not good enough to get the job done, though…

Kathryn: …you know, we still don't have our drinks. Think we'll ever get them?

Sapphire: *deadpan* No.

 

*Vincent coughs*

Vincent: Sorry, I...*cough*...

*He ducks back to the JLTV, and throws open the door. Padre shoves him inside. Brian and John roll the windows up and disappear behind the front seats. Within, they don gas masks. A penguin-themed egg timer is thrown out through the roof and rolls toward Tax, ticking down before it explodes in a brilliant flash, throwing flaming, black gobs of gel in all directions.*

*Vincent reappears at the M2 machine gun on the JLTV, wearing a gas mask.*

Vincent: Stuff this shit!

*He opens up on Tax with the machine gun.*

 

*Vincent ceases fire, seeing the bullets ricochet.*

Vincent: Holy...

*He ducks down into the Anklebiter. A split-second later, a pair of whitey-tighties on a stick pops up, waving.*

Vincent: I surrender!

Blair: Jester, where'd you get the, uh, flag?

Vincent: Desperate times and measures.

Tommy: Jesus Christ on a Pogo stick.

 

Kathryn: I feel like coming here wasn't the best idea.

Sapphire: …yeah, maybe we don't really belong in this weird-ass place. *beat* Wait, but we're weird.

Kathryn: Fair point, but we didn't get into a spontaneous fight for unknown causes.

Sapphire: True.

 

Sapphire: Fucking…if ya couldn't tell already, our author has no filter as far as swearing goes, so you don't really need to either.

Kathryn: A fabric? Jeez, all our magic does is stuff like this. *she sends some wind flying at them*

 

Sapphire: Cut the BS, she reads YA fiction and that shit's got its fair share of language. She's also getting steadily more pissed at being treated like a child, and ya really don't want to piss off the author of two characters with magical powers.

 

Vincent: My author's going to interject here.

Sclavus: No offense, @NoItsBecky, but to many, a twelve-year old is a child. It's true YA has its share of language, but from what I've observed, many of us treat this as an adult chat for our characters. It's uncomfortable having a person young as yourself here. I'm with @big soft moose on the idea of an 18+ restriction here. It doesn't really matter that you personally don't have a language filter, because we're adults who have some kind of content filter, so we're not going to carry on like we normally would with someone so young in the room.

 

Sapphire: You know what? No. I'm out of here. *she turns around and walks out*

Kathryn: Well, my girlfriend's on her way to the PG area and y'all don't seem to respect us all that much, so I guess I'll be going too. *she follows suit*

(Are you satisfied?)

 

*Vincent looks at Tax*

Vincent: How is it you're bulletproof?

 

Vincent: It was a therapy thing, after that grenade got me. They walked us through guided meditation to find our power animal. Mind you, I don't buy into that crap, but I got a penguin. I became kind of obsessed with them, and it was Halloween when Zed attacked our homeless shelter, goaded by the Hellions. So I had to sort of run with it, putting all my gear over the costume. When I started taking out Hellion officers, it became a tactic. Kill a bunch of them, and leave a wounded survivor to say they got thrashed by the giant, crazy penguin and his lunatic pals.

 

Hellant: Sounds fun, that kerosene was quite useful by the way, burning books has never been easier. I saw a penguin once, it was kind of scary, they don't have any emotion in those beady little eyes, rather fight an army of axe wielding orc-kin than fight an army of those. At least orc-kin can look scared.

 

Vincent: I'm sorry, did you say "burning books?" Whose books are we burning, and why?

 

Hellant: Some things are best left unknown, but I'll tell you anyway. They were cursed, if you read them the scriptures would become demons, those demons would inhabit your mind and you would end up in, if you are in some worlds, what people call asylums. Anyway, do you want some free copies of some books, they're very rare, though a bit charred.

 

Vincent: No, that's okay. I'll pass. This is one time I'm totally okay with a book barbecue. If I can't kill it with something like this *holds up his AR-15* I'd rather not summon it.

 

Hellant: Yeah, I don't think a toy could kill it, you could kill yourself, but that won't kill the demon, I had to learn that the hard way. But are you sure, they are free, and fireproof!