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comicallyheroic) wrote2014-09-18 10:52 pm
comicallyheroic) wrote2014-09-18 10:52 pm
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2nd Chestnut: A Hairoic Return [Action/Voice]
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[Honestly, Krillin has had better days. He’s had worse ones too, but he’s definitely had better. Waking up in the middle of the town square at dawn isn’t really his ideal way to start his day, but as he picks himself up and pats himself down he basically counts his blessings that he’s not dead. He may be sore and hurting all over…but he’s not dead.
Always a plus.
Running his hands along his head though, something feels different. Something feels…very…different. It’s…fuzzy. And silky soft!]
Seriously? All that? Just to give me back my hair? [He chuckles to himself and runs a hand through his wonderful, black mane.] Man those guys are weird
[With that, Krillin sets about putting his life back together after the kidnapping. Or something. First comes clothes, so he’ll stop by the clothing shop. Then home for a shower, out for food, and then just relaxing. The usual stuff…except unknown to him…everywhere he goes, little bits of his hair spring out and scuttle off, growing in size and fluffiness in a matter of moments. Passersby may find themselves being leaped upon and grabbed by random follicles of doom that divebomb people from ceilings, or hair tripwires in doorways, or maybe just sliding up your leg as you enjoy your morning coffee. Now, as soon as Krillin leaves a building, the animated locks simply vanish though, because the Malnosso wouldn’t want him to not get blamed for it, would they?
Of course not.]
Later on though, when he figures it out, Krillin puts out a voice call from his apartment, where he’s sequestered himself…]
Voice
Does anyone know a barber? Or...someone who’s got a weedwacker or magical sword or something really sharp. I’m having a bit of a problem here and I could really use some help…
[And with that done, he clicks it off.]
[OOC: Krillin is back from his first kidnapping, with his hair! He’ll be keeping it afterwards, so that would be why his icons are all swapped around now!]
[Honestly, Krillin has had better days. He’s had worse ones too, but he’s definitely had better. Waking up in the middle of the town square at dawn isn’t really his ideal way to start his day, but as he picks himself up and pats himself down he basically counts his blessings that he’s not dead. He may be sore and hurting all over…but he’s not dead.
Always a plus.
Running his hands along his head though, something feels different. Something feels…very…different. It’s…fuzzy. And silky soft!]
Seriously? All that? Just to give me back my hair? [He chuckles to himself and runs a hand through his wonderful, black mane.] Man those guys are weird
[With that, Krillin sets about putting his life back together after the kidnapping. Or something. First comes clothes, so he’ll stop by the clothing shop. Then home for a shower, out for food, and then just relaxing. The usual stuff…except unknown to him…everywhere he goes, little bits of his hair spring out and scuttle off, growing in size and fluffiness in a matter of moments. Passersby may find themselves being leaped upon and grabbed by random follicles of doom that divebomb people from ceilings, or hair tripwires in doorways, or maybe just sliding up your leg as you enjoy your morning coffee. Now, as soon as Krillin leaves a building, the animated locks simply vanish though, because the Malnosso wouldn’t want him to not get blamed for it, would they?
Of course not.]
Later on though, when he figures it out, Krillin puts out a voice call from his apartment, where he’s sequestered himself…]
Voice
Does anyone know a barber? Or...someone who’s got a weedwacker or magical sword or something really sharp. I’m having a bit of a problem here and I could really use some help…
[And with that done, he clicks it off.]
[OOC: Krillin is back from his first kidnapping, with his hair! He’ll be keeping it afterwards, so that would be why his icons are all swapped around now!]
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[He doesn't feel like there are any more...]
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Good. Looks like you actually did it. I've no doubt there's more hiding somewhere, so it will only be a matter of time. [Where are they coming from though? He can't figure it out. Black hair...
They both have black hair...
...]
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That's the shift, it's his hair...]
Idiot! Those little beasts are coming from you!
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[OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!]
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[HE'LL DO IT LET HIM DO IT KRILLIN HE'D LOVE TO]
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[Energy comes out of his finger, and he just cuts it all off.
Except…it seems to start to regrow as soon as he’s done! And he hasn’t noticed yet.]
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He looks absolutely repulsed. Why? He hasn't said yet.]
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[He runs his hand along his...very not bald...head.
O...h...]
IT GREW BACK!?
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And here we thought you managed to avoid suffering from one of their tricks! Get out of here right now, before I blast you all the way to the tunnels!
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