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[iustitia]

Who: everyone who wants to come
When: (backdated to) Saturday morning through the evening
Where: a campground/park idk
What: LIVE ACTION ROLEPLAYING

The countryside was nice and the plants were singing and the birds and the sun was almost up from the bottom of the sky. The mood was set for Teresa Pyrope's quest to help the newbie LARPers where she was. Teresa Pyrope looked around the countrysides and said, "It's a good day to do what has to be done by me and help these people to have fun."

[ooc: tags will be nonexistent from me in this log and teresa's original invite post until later tonight, but go ahead and tag in and amongst yourselves!]

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[drama8om8]

[ That sounded like sarcasm.

There is only one response to sarcasm. ]

YOU FIGHT LIKE A COW!

[ And she lunges at Alan with all the fury a foam-sword-wielding fairy pirate thing can possess. IT'S A VERY GLITTERY KIND OF FURY ]

[wirsinddiejager]

It's only appropriate, since you fight like a dairy farmer! Wait.

[Alan's attempts to block his girlfriend's glittery foam fury fail miserably.]

[drama8om8]

[ There's something familiar about this - the glittery bullshit, the fairy pirates, the swordfighting with some asshole possibly associated with shitty insults and/or bad puns...

Octavia doesn't pay it too much mind, though, as she's too busy foambattering Alan in a sparkly old-videogame-reference-fuelled haze. It's a lot harder to ignore once she raises her arm to deliver a fakey-fake foam-fatal blow and

POOF.

She doesn't quite register what happened beyond the usual heart-thumpy breathless pulse of her echo, but it's enough to slow the descent of her arm. Which is good since there's now a sharp, un-foam-based and distinctly real blue cutlass in her hand.

Her arm's still coming down though. BETTER THINK FAST, ALAN. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[Oh, shit. It's definitely good that she's slowing down, since Alan doesn't actually have the most finely-tuned reflexes ever. He avoids the blow fast enough to not lose his arm, but not fast enough to not get it nicked.]

What the fuck?!

[drama8om8]

[ Even a slightly-spacey post-echo Octavia can't help but spot the blood spotting through Fancy Alan's fancy bard sleeves. Oops. ]

AGH!

[ It's only a yelp of shock - her blood aversion doesn't seem to be much of A Thing any more. Unsurprising, after all the echoes she's experienced where she's covered in the stuff and holy fuckballs there is a sword in her hand. ]

AGH!!

[ YEAH WOW DROPPING THAT ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Why the fuck do these things have to happen at the shittiest times?

[Alan's not too concerned with the scratch, though. He's starting to get used to the whole regeneration thing.]

[drama8om8]

DON'T ASK ME I DIDN'T DO IT MAYBE YOU DID IT MAYBE IT'S YOURS.

[ Poking it towards Alan with her foot

THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[Poking it with his foot in return]

I don't think it's mine. Doesn't feel mine. And I'm pretty sure I didn't have a pulse.

[drama8om8]

Maybe you had a teeny little one. Too small to notice!

[ OKAY FINE. Picking it up now. Very gingerly. ]

It. Doesn't look like I expected it to. At all.

[ What kind of weird-ass sword is made of fluorite anyways wowow ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Maybe it's like. A decorative thing.

[Peering at his slightly steaming arm.]

A really sharp decorative thing. You could've taken my arm off with that.

[drama8om8]

Then I. Guess it's not decorative? Since it's all dangerous and sh-- are you mad at me?

[ Because steam! STEAM MEANS MAD! RUDE ]

It was an accident, okay! Wow. I wouldn't chop your arm on purpose! I like your arms. And it'd be kind of gross.

[wirsinddiejager]

Wh- no! I'm not blaming you or anything, just. You know, let's be more careful with swords in the future?

[drama8om8]

Then what's with the steam! Are you trying not to get shouty at me? Is the shouting leaking out with your blood?

[wirsinddiejager]

No! The steam is just a part of the healing thing!

[drama8om8]

Oh. Uh.

[ Don't mind her while she peeks through the cut in Alan's fancy sleeves, ok. SHIT'S INTERESTING. ]

So if I had chopped your arm off, would it have grown back?

[wirsinddiejager]

Uh. I'm not sure. I remember being able to grow back limbs, at least.

[drama8om8]

Oh my god. Like a lizard! You want to test it out?

[ Tapping the side of the sword against his arm. SHE'S KIDDING OKAY GEEZ ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Ha ha. Careful what you do with that thing.

[drama8om8]

Why Alan. If I didn't know better I'd say you were scared!

[ Teheeh being dangerous is fun 8D ]

You wouldn't be scared of little me, riiiiiiiight?

[wirsinddiejager]

I'm not scared, I just don't think you should be handling sharp objects you don't know how to use!

[drama8om8]

Of course I know how to use it! The sharp end goes into the bad guys. Duh. But okay! Fine. I get it. Dangerous ladies are being filed under the not hot list.

That's a list I actually have.

[wirsinddiejager]

Dangerous ladies with swords pointed at me, yeah. Not so hot.

[drama8om8]

Oh, like I'd really use it! On. On purpose.

[ Yeah okay putting the sword down. ]

I didn't think swords would be a big deal! What with the magical healing shit. [ Poking at that ex-wound wow ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Ow!

[Flinches a bit because the ex-wound is still kind of tender.]

It still hurts, okay.

[Plus the whole thing where titans were apparently killed with swords haha]

[drama8om8]

Uh. Sorry! Haha.

[ She applies a very chaste careful smoochlet to the top of his shoulder. THERE, ALL BETTER. ]

No more swords for you! Unless you want to wave mine around a little. I mean it is pretty neat.