John Egbert (
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vatheon2012-10-17 03:14 pm
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Nananana na na na na...
Who: John Egbert and you!
Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has
When: 10/17/12
Status: Open
Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.
A: Plaza
[If you happen to be out at the plaza today, you may come across something small, black, and furry flapping through the air and squeaking loudly. Occasionally, it bumps into a wall or a person (perhaps even you!), almost as though it doesn't quite have the hang of this flying thing down just yet.]
[Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it's a fruit bat wearing a blue bandana. Around its eyes are square, grey markings and it...appears to have buckteeth. Somehow. Yeah, if you know him then it's pretty obvious who this little guy is.]
B: Grocery Store
[Eventually, John manages to find his way to his goal: the grocery store. Why? Because it's lunchtime, he's starving, and that totally fruit aisle has his name on it. While it doesn't take him much effort to locate the fresh fruit, he does manage to knock quite a few things over on his way there. Definitely going to need a clean up on aisle four. But does John care?]
[Nope.]
[Nor does he seem to care how potentially unsanitary it is for him to be eating an apple right in the middle of the display...]
Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has
When: 10/17/12
Status: Open
Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.
A: Plaza
[If you happen to be out at the plaza today, you may come across something small, black, and furry flapping through the air and squeaking loudly. Occasionally, it bumps into a wall or a person (perhaps even you!), almost as though it doesn't quite have the hang of this flying thing down just yet.]
[Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it's a fruit bat wearing a blue bandana. Around its eyes are square, grey markings and it...appears to have buckteeth. Somehow. Yeah, if you know him then it's pretty obvious who this little guy is.]
B: Grocery Store
[Eventually, John manages to find his way to his goal: the grocery store. Why? Because it's lunchtime, he's starving, and that totally fruit aisle has his name on it. While it doesn't take him much effort to locate the fresh fruit, he does manage to knock quite a few things over on his way there. Definitely going to need a clean up on aisle four. But does John care?]
[Nope.]
[Nor does he seem to care how potentially unsanitary it is for him to be eating an apple right in the middle of the display...]
B!
He notices the little John Egbat and doesn't think much of him at first. He knows about this animal curse thingy and Cielo knows a thing or two about being turned into a bat. Oh, but be careful, little bro! Your apple is about to tip over! We can't have that! Cielo reaches out with his free hand to keep it from tumbling onto the no man's land known as the grocery floor.]
omg egbat why didn't i think of that.
[Thanks, llamabro, he owes you.]
Because you were distracted by the cute
Do you like oranges, batbro? Because he's peeling one right now and offering you a section of it.
The store doesn't mind the two of them just hanging out and eating like this right? It's not like it's losing any money due to everything here being free.]
i was indeed.
[Is that...orange?]
[brb, devouring that offering of peeled orange. He kind of skipped over that particular fruit entirely since trying to figure out how to peel oranges with no hands would be too much effort. Especially when there are so many other non-peelable options.]
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You want anything else?
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[John shakes his head-- oh no wait. Wait. He just caught sight of the grapes. Hold on, let him just try and drag a bunch of those over here to share. It doesn't work, of course, all he manages to do is pull one of the grapes off but it's the thought that counts, right?]
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Since John can't bring over the grapes, Cielo will instead go over and meet him there, plucking a few off the vine and so they can share. This is the life.]
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What is it? Need something?
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option A
[No one told him it would be so climbable.]
[By the time the oddly-attired fruit bat flits overhead, Karkat has been clambering over the branches of the Lamufao for about ten minutes. Sure, he's touched it countless times, but never has he been on it. Something about it just tugs at his feline brain, and won't let him leave until he's explored this thing fully. Or a suitable distraction comes by--speaking of.]
[SWAT SWAT SWAT come a pair of flailing paws as Karkat launches himself from his perch. Through the air. Without any big flappy wings to help. At least cats land feet-first, right?]
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[Straight at him.]
[He squeaks loudly, flapping wildly in an effort to turn back around and fly away. Luckily, he doesn't need to, since the cat miraculously falls just short of him. John watches the cat plummet and can't help but...snicker? Or give the closest squeaky bat-approximation of it, anyway.]
[Ahaha! Nice try, kitty!]
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[Was that a distinctly Karkat-like voice coming from the cat? Why yes, it was! After a bout of acrobatic twisting, he lands on his feet, true to the reflexes he now has for righting himself. That was kind of odd. Nothing hurt, though. He sits, head tilting up to look for the bat again - and the laughter is an easy clue.]
Get back here, asshole!
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[He dips a little lower, defying logic and moving closer to the cat in the process. Sadly, John wasn't lucky enough to retain his ability yo speak. So while he wants to say "Karkat?" all that comes out is a squeak.]
I have no good icons for this so I'm using my dumb ones
you say that like it's a bad thing.
[See, this is why John should have listened to his animal instincts to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE KITTY. Because there's no way Karkat was going to miss him from that distance.]
[With a loud squeak, John goes down flailing as well.]
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[But all the same, with the bat no longer airborne, it's much easier to actually look at him. Last thing he knew, bats did not wear colorful neckerchiefs. The eye markings are suspect too.]
Wait--Shit. You're are a person, aren't you? Whoever you are - [The markings tickle something familiar in his mind, but he's uncertain.] - I'm sorry, alright? It wasn't enough for the scientists to afflict me with an acute case of fluff, but they had to make me a half-pan dead moron, too.
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[The only response Karkat gets is more squeaking. And a slightly offended expression. Apparently, John didn't really care for being pounced like that, instincts or not. Some friend you are, hmph!]
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A
There was none in the house, and suddenly this week that seemed like a tragedyand the flitting caught his eye.Since then he's been standing out of the way of the traffic. It's hard to tell, since he has his sunglasses on, but he's been staring for a while now. It's kind of creepy, actually. And his tail's twitching.]
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[Good Job, John. Good job.]
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You suck at this.
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[And that's when he catches sight of Dirk's ears. Taking off from his hands, John lands on his head and immediately begins poking at them. Just because he can.]
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And Dirk would go on commenting on that if John didn't start poking at his ears, which immediately start twitching.]
Stop that.
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