[ The stage light is hurdled far too quickly to be easily avoided, and it collides with him, sending him crashing to the ground with a thwack.
Unfortunately for Cheshire, the impact caused him to accidentally fire a shot off before he hit the ground. Given that he is aiming for the hedgehog's head, it'll probably clip past his ear. On the bright side, at least it didn't catch him in the eye. That would've hurt. And killed him instantly.
And the good news is that the notch'll make a great conversation piece at parties.
After a moment, Remington throws the stage light off of himself angrily, sending it tumbling across the ground with a clunk. He stands up and glances around quickly, his hands trembling from the adrenaline as he grips the handle of his weapon. ]
[ The clip to his ear doesn't go unnoticed, but it's a few seconds before he actually reacts to it, far too amused with watching Remington get knocked to the ground.
He presses his ear flat against his head with his hand, his grin only widening. ]
Oh, did I make you mad, pretty boy? Come on. Shoot me. I've pulled bullets out of my body before... makes me feel more alive each time.
putting glasses on anything (ducks, pigeons, etc) makes them look 50% smarter. not kidding.
And here you said you didn't need a psychiatrist.
oh definitely
As fun as the first part is, the mess is a bitch to clean up.
stat bonus is inverted if the addition also includes a tophat tho. also motherfuck i need more icons
[ Aaand you now have a gun pointed at your head. ]
Don't move!
pfft
Don't shoot!
[ But he's laughing now, instead whipping out a large stage-light, throwing it at the Echidna. ]
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Ah, blast it--!
[ The stage light is hurdled far too quickly to be easily avoided, and it collides with him, sending him crashing to the ground with a thwack.
Unfortunately for Cheshire, the impact caused him to accidentally fire a shot off before he hit the ground. Given that he is aiming for the hedgehog's head, it'll probably clip past his ear. On the bright side, at least it didn't catch him in the eye. That would've hurt. And killed him instantly.
And the good news is that the notch'll make a great conversation piece at parties.
After a moment, Remington throws the stage light off of himself angrily, sending it tumbling across the ground with a clunk. He stands up and glances around quickly, his hands trembling from the adrenaline as he grips the handle of his weapon. ]
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He presses his ear flat against his head with his hand, his grin only widening. ]
Oh, did I make you mad, pretty boy? Come on. Shoot me. I've pulled bullets out of my body before... makes me feel more alive each time.