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OVERLORD SPAWN ([personal profile] vicmegane) wrote in [community profile] genessia2014-08-23 07:40 pm

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 his PSP 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!}
notsoholyspirit: (But Papa LOVES Maka!)

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ow, what the hell!

[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.]
Edited 2014-08-24 02:48 (UTC)
notsoholyspirit: (Angry Yell)

/dies just a little

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-24 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Death have mercy. He can not.

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!
Edited (My phone makes up words) 2014-08-24 03:28 (UTC)
notsoholyspirit: (Angry Yell)

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[That is entirely not the reaction he was expecting. Mao's hands remain clawed into his shirt; he keeps the scythe pointed towards Mao.]

A sharp part of me. Now let go!
notsoholyspirit: (Grr)

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-24 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[What the actual hell. Tugged, he lurches forward as Mao examines the blade. He's tempted to lunge it into the guy, but it seemed like a slight overreaction. Just a bit.]

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.]
notsoholyspirit: (Angry Yell)

New best friends! ...prooobably gonna get into a fight herpderp

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-24 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is getting out of hand. Blue eyes widened at Mao's laissez faire attitude regarding his own injuries. He's reminded of his old meister once again and a shiver runs through him uninvited.

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!
Edited 2014-08-24 14:26 (UTC)
notsoholyspirit: (Angry Yell)

Re: <3

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-25 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Very literslly: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. There was no question that Spirit could at the least overpower the kid. Maybe.

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.]
notsoholyspirit: (Angry Yell)

fighting is hard

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-27 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[The phrase 'thank goodness for small miracles' comes to mind uninvited as the spinning drill bit of the surgical saw becomes tangled in his tie. It shreds the fabric instantly and winds up dangerously close to his neck, the blade slicing neatly into the flesh above his clavicle--better than his sternum. Marginally.

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.]
notsoholyspirit: (Default)

woooop

[personal profile] notsoholyspirit 2014-08-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Ew gross.]

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. ]