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1st Reaction ☄ Action; Video;
Action;
[When Mao wakes up, he's barely bothered enough by the fact he's in a strange place. After all, he tends to play his games for hundreds of hours until he passes out from exhaustion and is often disoriented when it happens. However, when he turns over to grab hisPSP Slaystaion(R)Portable where its place on his bed and doesn't feel it he opens his eyes and is met with his usual blurred vision. His glasses are in his jacket and he puts them on after rubbing his hands through his hair. They're thick and round and everyone should make fun of him. He finds the phone in his pocket while looking for his Slaystation(R)Portable but doesn't care about it until he finds the other device a few feet away. Luckily, the battery is still charged. Once he's familiar with the phone he storms out of the Bay.]
Hello?! What the heck!
Video;
[Mao finally turns to his phone, and accesses the network pretty easily. He sneers down at the screen.]
Who thought it was funny to take my Slaystation charger?! [WHEEZE] I'll kill you!
Where is this place anyway?! Geof--- [No, not Geoffrey. He can't call on him anymore.] Someone get over here right now!
{Reminder to look at Mao's Permissions Post here!}
[When Mao wakes up, he's barely bothered enough by the fact he's in a strange place. After all, he tends to play his games for hundreds of hours until he passes out from exhaustion and is often disoriented when it happens. However, when he turns over to grab his
Hello?! What the heck!
Video;
[Mao finally turns to his phone, and accesses the network pretty easily. He sneers down at the screen.]
Who thought it was funny to take my Slaystation charger?! [WHEEZE] I'll kill you!
Where is this place anyway?! Geof--- [No, not Geoffrey. He can't call on him anymore.] Someone get over here right now!
{Reminder to look at Mao's Permissions Post here!}
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[WOW NO. Spirit pulls his foot away after tugging a bit because ouch, and then takes a few steps back.]
L...look. I'm not a guinea pig and I didn't volunteer for anything. So. Good luck, and all that.
[Yes he is absolutely trying to nope the heck out of here.]
just this face
I'll get bored without my Slaystation, you'll have to amuse me. Muahahahaaa... [Wheeze.] I'll fix you up! I'll put a rocket launcher in your chest!
/dies just a little
The claws don't get the chance to dig very deeply. Instead, Spirit retaliates in essentially the only way he knows how: physical force. Or the threat, as it were. One hand transforms into a scythe blade, and he points it at Mao with the most threatening face he can muster.]
I don't need any fixing, you psychotic little shit!
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[Anything Spirit could have said to offend him was completely blown back by the idea of his hand changing. Mao's eyes just grow wider and he leers at the limb unafraid.]
Magichange? No... it's just part of you! That's... hehehe, that's amazing!
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A sharp part of me. Now let go!
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Let me see it! [Mao actually grabs part of Spirit's arm that is still skin and bone and pulls the blade closer to his face.]
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Let go.
[He isn't even bothering to yell. Instead, he tugs--hard. He wouldn't stab Mao in the face, but he had no objections to allowing him to cut himself as Spirit pulled away.]
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[He doesn't seem to mind the cut, in face it's already healing itself closed with only a little blood spilling on his black sleeve.]
I said let me see!
New best friends! ...prooobably gonna get into a fight herpderp
Feeling increasingly threatened, his other hand transforms into a blade as well, this one aimed directly at Mao's throat. Now his tone is as menacing as his expression. The goal is to intimidate, as he is both meisterless and unwilling to actually harm the guy. Unless absolutely necessary.]
I asked you to let go. Now let go of me because I don't want to hurt you!
<3
This is perfect! This is just what I need to get my blood pumping after a nap!
Re: <3
Most likely.]
Get away from me!
[There is less menace in his voice and more panic. The glint of the scalpel is striking the fear of Death in him.
But he swings one bladed arm at the boy's at least somewhat more threatening surgical saw, and brings his other arm to go at the wrist holding the scalpel.
No vivisection without a serious fight, as far as the Death Scythe is concerned.]
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You're fast... mehuhauhaha... But I'm faster!
[He lunged forward, turning on the saw with a loud whirring buzz, and aim right for Spirit's sternum.]
fighting is hard
He yelps, one hand transforming back to flesh and bone to press against the cut. His free hand transformed fully into a scythe blade up to his shoulder even as he pulled away from Mao. This time, he swings wildly at the arm holding the saw (forget the scalpel), his aim entirely on the thin and sensitive skin at Mao's wrist. There would be no crisis averted until there was, at least, no bone saw.]
nerd fight
[Still, he just pushes his wrist back together and waits for it to start healing, grumbling.]
How'd that cut nearly half my HP...?
woooop
Because I have years of experience on you!
[Shallow the cut may be but he is dreading--dreading!--having to ask for help talking care of it. Maka is going to kill him.
He huffs. Though he didn't like the idea of leaving someone injured he also didn't want to become the kid's science experiment and begins to stalk off. ]