Checking Dreamwidth out, but he's not happy

[defendnhills]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, GIRLIE?

I do not HAVE TIME for GAMES. Do NOT go looking for places to "put" me. I DO NOT NEED "A Social Outlet". I DO NOT NEED FRIENDS.

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[hasstandards]

[A Soldier- fantastic. He'll just be five miles thataway, watching out for rockets.]

Hate to be the one to break it to ya mate, but when it comes to mundanes, you don't have much of a choice.

[defendnhills]

Little do YOU know, RED. I'm not going to just SIT AROUND. I GIVE THE ORDERS, HERE.

...

WHY IS SHE LAUGHING.

[hasstandards]

I told ya.

[defendnhills]

[Digruntled] Ehhh... I am NOT some playtoy.

[not_onyourside]

I would consider zhis less a 'social outlet' and more a captive audience. Just zhink, now no one can escape your speeches.

[hasstandards]

You keep tellin' yourself that. We'll be here when you decide to give up on that delusional thinking.

[defendnhills]

The only speech I have for YOU, is "Run, RED. RUN."

[not_onyourside]

And here I was attempting to be civil.

[Eyeroll.]

sorry for le threadjack, but here goes nothing >_<

[rrbando_rambo]

Now hollld on there soldier, this Spy's mah friend!

[So he put himself between the opposing teams, all four inches of him.]

[defendnhills]

There is NO TIME to be CIVIL in a time of WAR!

I love this threadjack, and I love seeing a Dale!

[defendnhills]

[Soldier looks around, wondering where the tiny voice came from. His eyes fall upon the clothed(?!) chipmunk between him and the Spy.]

[He kneels down to get a better look at you.] What in Sam Hill are you?

[not_onyourside]

And tell me Soldier, just what are we fighting about een zhis place? Hm?

MY HERO.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy just folds his arms and grins. You're his favorite 4 inch tall agent of espionage Dale.]

Yay! \o/ and My Chief!

[rrbando_rambo]

I, Mr. Sam Hill, am a chipmunk!

[He totally thinks your name is Sam Hill. <3 His tail was all a blur.]

Doncha know Reds and Blues dun hafta fight here? 'Sfar as I know, the war you left behind is, well... behind you!

Of course a frog would befriend a chipmunk ;)

[defendnhills]

Talk'n Chipmunk, eh?

[Soldier stands and looks around, not finding a shred of RED or BLU in sight. He looks down at Dale and back to Spy, quietly, as if in deep thought and consideration. Then,]

THIS IS SOME SORT OF TRICK, ISN'T IT?

[cyphers]

That is certainly a lot of not's, Soldier.

[defendnhills]

THEY ARE FACTS. Do not question my methods, woman.

[defendnhills]

I should expect a tower climbing COWARD like YOU to roll over and play puppet!

THE ONLY THINKING I WILL GIVE UP ON IS CONTEMPLATING THE IDEA THAT YOU HAVE A SPINE.

[cyphers]

Are they now? They seem more like highly opinionated statements to me.

[defendnhills]

I am a man of WAR, not an ENGLISH TEACHER!

[He gives you a look over, trying to shake an odd feeling that he knows who you are, though he's sure he doesn't.]

[cyphers]

Of course, a person would never mistake the two.

[ raising an eyebrow ]

Something caught your eye?

[hasstandards]

Hmph. I'd be surprised if were were capable of any thinking at all.

[defendnhills]

[Quickly straightens up, frowning.] No. [Who IS she? It must be those damn sunglasses.]

Fast friends, these two right here.

[defendnhills]

You got something to PROVE, RED? I bet those weak insults of yours are what got you disowned from your fuzzy koala bear tribe.

I can tell. Total BFFs.

[hasstandards]

Fuzzy koala— now you're just talkin' like a bloody lunatic. Guess I should've expected as much from a rocket-jumpin' drongo like you.