vatheon | Cheers and Catchin' Up!

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Cheers and Catchin' Up!

Who: Bugs Bunny

hecklinghare and The Summer

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When: Backdated to the 16th I believe
Where: The Island!
Style:Both? Either! Neither o.o!
Status: CLOSED

It was pretty cold up on the island, even Bugs could tell that.Lucky for him he had a nice permanent fur coat to keep him warm. He simply dawn a pair of baby blue ear muffs and a matching scarf before riding up the elevator. This was actually only his second time up on the island; and just like last time the weather wasn't at her nicest.

"Oh well,tings could be woirse."

He was still trying to figure out why he was so willingly going up to meet Lysunder...it wasn't as though Bugs actually had a good concept of friendship. The whole bosom buddies thing tended to end oddly for him. OF course he was still in good spirits, actually anticipating the meeting...

"Which is da screwy part." The doors opened and he stepped out, smirking when the expected blast of cold air and snow turned out to just be a small, cool wind.

"So much fer timing...tanks Vatheon...er..." He glanced around, "If dis place still counts like Vatheon."

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Yeah, cold indeed. But the cold keeps you moving, keeps you thinking, and that's kinda just what the Summoner's been needing since he woke up. But company is proving to be another need, even if he wants to avoid a majority right now... but doesn't. It's confusing, he just, he needs some kind of balance. Bugs is that for now, he's not really associated with all his other problems and is just a close friend. That's what he needs.

"No idea if it does, Bugs, maybe that's why I like it up here so much, heh." He chuckles, hearing him from the elevator as he stands bit off. Summoner's just got his arms wrapped a bit more than usual and a scarf him self, no where near enough but what can ya do when you don't have a coat to properly wear without it binding your wings down? He'd prefer his wings accessible.

"Sorry to make ya come up here in the cold though. If it uh, if it gets to be too much we can head back down."

"An I taught it was for da air space."

Bugs shrugs, he isn't really cold. Though he is looking Lysunder up and down. Luckily he doesn't know much (anything) about troll biology so he isn't gonna pick on the guy's dress code unless he sees shivers.

"S'long as der ain't no icicles on my whiskers I won't complain." He toed some of the piled snow. They never had real snow in California, so it was new enough to still be interesting.

"Kinda weird ta get snow on a island dough. Catalina never looked like dis." He caught a snowflake and looked at Lysunder, "Got dis stuff in your neck a da univoirse?"

Well, he's actively shivering, but again he can't really help it, probably should talk to Kanaya about tailoring him a jacket, but he feels bad only keeping in contact for her for that, maybe he should catch up with her anyway.

"Icicles?" A glance, smiling at him before a laugh.

"Think you might have to stay still for a while for that to happen, or heck, be out here for way too long. Let's try to avoid that." Summoner looks out the to scenery again, walking slowly, hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, but the weather here and in Vatheon's never really made any sense. Makes it hard to get a rhyme for it. -Uh yeah, we do, during the right time of sweep anyway, sometimes in more places than others, heh."

Bugs just gives a bit of a smirk, folding his arms behind his back and swaying on the balls of his feet. He just waggles his eyebrows for a second before moving next to Summoner.

"Dat's da problem around here. Folks try ta put sense inta everyting." He rubs his nose and kicks a little at the snow. To be honest it was a little discerning how everyone, despite being here for so long, needed to understand the Curses or whatever weird thing was going on.

"Folks jus' need ta relax, right doc?" Yeah...he's totally holding a snow ball behind his back. Just tossing it up and down for now though.

"Yeah-" A pause, glancing down a bit before moving a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah you uh, got a point with that, Bugs. There's probably a point to it, somewhere, considering the scientists and all that, but-" A shrug and a breath, laughing a little to himself as he glances up.

"Don't think it really concerns us, eh?" Snowball, he sees that, giving Bugs a wide smirk and raising his brows.

"I ain't ever met a scientist dat knows what da point a sometin' is 'til he's found it." Course all his scientists were making monsters and things like that but, eh, details. Not important. At least not as important as looking completely innocent when Lysunder glances back over at him.

"Nah. Dey don't need a coupla charmer's like us."

"Well uh, don't you like, have a goal or something when you're doing experiments?" He doesn't know, he's not a damned scientist!

"Heh, gotta agree with ya there though. But I can't help but wonder, ya know, about all the types of people they bring in here. Like ya know, nymphs and stuff. Er, kids."

Neither is Bugs, "Usually da labcoats I run into just wanna prove sometin'. Or toirn me into a chicken. Neither a which make much in da 'goal' department."

He stops tossing the snowball up and down. Bugs glances forward and wiggles his eyebrows (habits are hard), "Nymphs? Ya really are buggy- but 'eh, I ain't never been scared for a kid. Does little suckers can surprise ya wit how tough dey are."

"Turn you into a chicken..." Right Bugs is, uh, 'a cartoon character'.

"Buggy? Heh, yeah uh, we have a grub form too, like a lot of insects." A shrug. "Ya, I get that, I mean, a lot of trolls are pretty tough at a young age, so that's not too terrible."

Actually it was a brain swap thing but eh, "Yeah. Dunno da point a it yet."

"Grub form? I'll take yer woird for it doc." he's not to sure if he's ready for troll baby pictures quite yet. He brings the snowball into view, holding it easily without a shiver.

"Tough and entertainin'. You guys outta be in pictures." Now he's going to smirk and raise an eyebrow, because this snowball is getting awful heavy.

"Grubs, yeah, like uh-" A pause. "Like uh, larvae, that some animals have- Heh, right."

"Pictures? Oh yeah, trolls got films." He'll copy that expression, stepping back.

"So some where out der in da multi-voirse, der are pictures of a little you?" The thought just makes him snicker, it's just an adorable thought. A tiny little Lysunder.

Aw, where ya going Lysunder? Bugs isn't going to do anything. "Tink yer awake enough fer some fun?"

"I'd hope not," a nervous smile and laugh, sliding a hand through his hair and cupping the back of his neck. Tiny wriggler Lysunder, just as cocky as he is now.

"Fun, eh?"

Bugs would expect nothing less from the Cavalreaper. The rabbit just wiggles his eyebrows before glancing to the side, "Heh, dis'll be fun." He looks back at Lysunder.

"In my woirld dere's dis game called baseball. I ain't professional but eh', I got an arm." Which is the only warning before that snowball is whistling through the air towards Lysunder.

"Baseb-!!" Quick dodge, though it does hit a horn, bursting into loose snow. Lysunder laughs, quickly moving away to roll a snowball for himself.

"Any rules?" He says fast, moving a little ways away as he picks the snow up from the ground.

"Yeah, baseball. Best sport out der." Bugs just smiles before shrugging, "Don't really like rules so, how 'bout jus' don't get hit?"

"Best? Big thing back where you're from?" Throws his own snowball up, catching it as he looks back to Bugs. "Sports a normal human thing too then?" A chuckle, raising a brow.

"Don't get hit, think I uh, think I can manage. Think you're a match? How you hop, Bugsy baby?"

He follows the snowball with his eyes, "Yeap. S'what everyone looks forward ta every spring." Bugs grins, "Oh yeah, dey play all kinds a sports." He holds up his hand, counting them off with his fingers, "Der's wrestlin', football, basketball, baseball a course...tennis. Uh...rugby if yer the tea drinkin' sort."

Of course, now that he's gotten into this he's lost track of the snowball, "Huh?"

"Huh-" A pause, catching the snowball again and looking to Bugs. "Some of those sound ... familiar." Maybe he should read up on more than humans and animals from Earth, look at more cultural stuff.

"Ah-" A grin, stepping back, stopping his playful tosses with the snowball.

"Yer hop. High enough, fast enough ya think?"

"If dis stuff ever clears out, I can show ya baseball. It'll be basic wit jus' two of us but you'll get da idea."

He shakes his head once the snowball is stilled and pulls his big rabbit feet out of the snow and wiggles his toes. "Aw, my hop ain't nothin' to brag about." Except it was, but that would give away part of the game.

"Jus' hope ya got up eoirly enough ta out smart dis little rabbit." Or he could brag a little.

"I'd like that, it'll be good to get most active again." And not just the sparring/fighting kinda active either.

Hey man, Summoner communed with him once, he has an idea of what Bugs can do, not that he ever ever ever wants to commune with him again, what a trip.

"Well, I got a few tricks, none of 'em new to use, but hey, when you're experienced enough, the old tricks can work just as good."

Yeah, Bugs'll like that. Swords fights are for pirates and knights. Not awesome bunnies. Also, Bugs' mind is just to amazing; no one would be able to handle it.

"Whatever ya use kid, it'll be new ta me." He reaches behind him, thankful for the chance to do something silly, and places a Napolean hat on his head. "I warn ya, dis, means war!" Have another snowball, Lysunder.

Not bunnies? But Bugs really could do anything he wanted ~~and has pretty much~~. Summoner actually thinks Bugs' mind is spectacular, he just hasn't had a lot of experience communing with his type. Maybe he'll have to try again, just devote some time to it, if Bugs allows it of course.

Wow he doesn't really get that at all but the hat looks kinda familiar? Troll Napolean you say? Hm, yes, no, maybe. Hard to say, either way he's smiling and quickly moving to duck behind a tree.

"But but Bugs, I'mma lova not a fighta!" Chuckles, peeking around the tree, snowball ready.

So long as there is a fore warning, he won't say no. Of course Bugs can't give all his secrets up; they haven't all been written yet! Bugs grins a little and tips the hat back, eventually it'll fall off but he's keeping it on for now. The snow'll hit the tree and Bugs snaps his fingers.

"Well ain't it said dat everyting is fair in eider a those?" Bugs isn't really hiding behind anything. He prefers the dodge and roll method.

Or the jump into a convenient hole method. Both are good.

The next time Bugs'll see him, Summoner's lifting up into the air and grinning wide as he chucks a snowball at him. Well, he'll see him, or not, who knows yet. He WILL know from what direction when he yells though.

"Heads up!"

"Eh?"

Bugs' ears stand up and then he realizes that oh yeah, the guy can fly. He'd have to be trickier. He turns and sees mostly the snowball coming at him.His ears wilt a bit, "Yipe." And there's a small explosion of snow before he shakes his head.

His whiskers twitch and he smirks, winding his arm up into a blur and aiming the snowball where he heard the shout come from.

All snickers when the snowball hits and soon he's feeling the same. A small pressure where the ball hits his torso, snow bursting there from the hit. He quickly moves out of that spot from the sky after, landing again, a bit more hidden by trees.

It's silent, hm...

Where'd he go? Maybe you hear some rustling from the right?

He points towards where Lysunder was, "Hehe, bulls-eye." Yeah that was bad but it was so readily available he couldn't help himself. Now he taps his chin again before his ear twitches. He turns to his right, eyes a little narrowed.

Bugs starts towards the sound, another snowball in his hand, "Olly, olly oxen free. Where'd ya head off to, kid." take about out of role experience. Bugs' usually isn't the hunter.

"The jokes, Bugs! You're killing me." He finally says, starting to laugh his ass off as he listens to him. But now Bugs has an idea of where Summoner is, he may not be there for long though since there's some rustling of leaves and branches.

"Head off to? Not trying to leaving you high and dry." That's a skinning joke, sorry, but it fit so well.

Ear twitch and Bugs follows the sound, the laughter is doing them both good and he can't help a sneaky smirk. He waggles his finger at the flying troll, "Tut, tut der, Bullhorn. No sense tryin' ta get under my skin. I ain't lettin' ya off dat easy."

More snowballs...maybe something else made out of snow would make this ~~easier~~ more fun. Like...a tank.

Just a laugh and a wink, showing himself from between trees. "Under your skin? Why- little old me?"

Ha! Though Bugs seems busy building something out of the snow. "Aw, dat almost makes ya sound innocent, kid." Do trolls have canons? Because, somehow, what Bugs is building is starting to resemble one.

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