dear_mun | Homeless; maybe looking. Possible a

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canon: black rock shooter

Homeless; maybe looking. Possible a_facility.

You're positive?

Applications don't begin until the 18th, you're sure?

Maa. I don't care, either way.

[ Responding with chains of her own to make a shield to ward off the high velocity macaroons for the time being. ]

How can you be so sure that it was my mistake?

[Oops, she hesitates when a non-icky colored macaron plops into her clawed hand. Yellow.]

Because I don't make mistakes.

And you make many mistakes.

[Well, at least, in her eyes that was the case. Everyone else made all the mistakes. Also since the barrage of macarons has stopped, DM can have one more: a green macaron.]

So you say, but you are making one right now.

[ AS THAT GREEN MACARON GETS SWALLOWED BY ONE OF HER SKULLS. ]

[Ohmygod, hello skull. SWORD IS OUT NOW.]

You have foolishly told me that before.

Never again.

[Totally chargin'! Having wheels for feet is really, really convenient actually... y'know, because the whole... stabbing you thing. She's also totally pulling out that giant shield of hers, too.]

Who is the fool and who is the wise? I wonder...

[ Stabbing is bad no chariot please. Fending you off with her scythe as the skulls assault her from the side. ]

[Ack, no now the skulls are being bad, stop that. Chariot's going to block one with her shield... and... basically ride up the other one's face.]

You said you weren't running.

You lied.

[Except... just gonna... fend off the skulls because they're jerks.]

This is our first conversation.

[ oh goodie that gives her an opening to strike at you!!! ]

To you it is, but not to me.

[Isn't the world such a fun place? She's always thought so, especially when she's fighting... and also that whole taking advantage of an opening thing? Wise. Chariot has to let go of her shield to dodge.]

Don't make me consider stealing her away.

[Totally going to try to stab you again, DM!]

Do you usually hold grudges for people who don't know-

[ parrying attempt here. ]

-you?

[And then she just... stops. Though her shield's up and rolling straight at DM.]

It isn't anyone's business what choices I make.

[It's easier to fight than to explain herself.]

[ WHOA WE DO NOT WANNA GET HIT BY THAT THAT THING IS HEAVY. Sending in one (or both) of her skulls in to hold it off for literally as long as she can to roll out of the way, risking getting them crushed in the process though sad fais. ]

So be it.

Edited 2013-02-07 03:36 (UTC)

[Nah DM, those skulls are gonna be fine. They'll probably get tumbled to the side, sure, but not much else. More importantly, Chariot's got her shield back in-hand.]

You truly don't know me?