20th Detonator [Video]

[nameofexorcist]

[The feed shows a young teenager standing there with a scowl on his face. His arms are crossed and covering part of the blue name tag that is on his clothes]

Hey scientists, I know you're listening to this!

[He tries glaring at the screen, but it's not really threatening]

I don't know where you put me at, but you better not harm Yulie while I'm here! She's my precious little sister, so I'll refuse to take that bitter medicine if you make her cry!

[With one final glare, Kresnik moves to turn off the communicator]

[ooc: This is Kresnik from the White Orphanage. He's a lot more open with his emotions than his older self and is very concerned about his baby sister. Also, he's not really talking to the Discedo scientists, but is referring to the ones in the orphanage.]

Comments

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes.] You gotta think of something specific! Like a sword or a spear or knives or something.

[Meantime let's get going--] I guess you could even use rocks if you're really stumped.

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

...A sword then? All the heroes usually use one, right?

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Hmmmm.] ... Guess we could give it a shot! I dunno how many swords you'd find around a city like this, but. Maybe somebody left one lying around.

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[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

Maybe, there's bound to be one around here, right?

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's what I-- Shh!

[Nora holds up a hand to signal both halt and silence; in the pause you can hear the distinct sound of oddly-pitched voices. At this distance the only thing that can be made out is the occasional "dood".

It's not a noise Nora recognizes, but despite the ReDead fiasco, he's too curious not to investigate.

Creepin' forward time.]

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He stops and hears the odd voices in the distance. They aren't sounds that he can recognize...]

[Well, not much choice but to follow him]

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[The sight they come upon: a small convention of blue penguins with peglegs flapping their arms wings and conversing raucously -- punctuated by endless repetitions of "dood!"]

... I haven't seen those before. I didn't know there were monsters that could talk!

[Maybe they aren't monsters?]

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[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[...They look weird]

...I haven't seem them before either. They aren't really talking that well though.

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[This is a usual characteristic of penguins, multiplied a few times here.]

At least they're noisy enough that it's easy to sneak up!

You know what to do, right?

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just punch them in the face, right?

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Muffling a snicker just because.] Yeah, that's right! Okay, you take the right an' I'll take the left and let's gooo!

[PENGUIN-POUNCIN' TIME.]

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

Okay, let's go!

[CHARGES]

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

["Blahblahblah, dood-- DOOD WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?!"

Sudden pandemonium falls upon the penguins! By then, however, Nora's fists have found their targets and he sends several Prinnies straight into the air.]

Hey, guys! Don't mind us, just monster-hunting!

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Getting used to this, Kresnik punched the Prinnies around him. He'll defeat something with his fists this time!]

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[So! With one monster hunter punching Prinnies from each side, it's... pretty much inevitable that eventually two flying Prinnies will meet.

]

W-Whoa!

[He pretty much gets rolled head over heels and comes up staring, because exploding penguins.]

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He manages to stifle his surprised yelp]

T-they exploded!

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Didja see that? They flew into each other an' then--

[He jumps to his feet, laughing wildly.] Let's do it again! Hey, c'mere!

[Poor Prinnies. Despite many protestations and a lot of screaming "DOOD"s a few more of them are promptly sent flying, though this time the explosions occur thanks to contact with rubble.]

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't quite understand why they explode like that, but it seems to be working... Not wasting another moment, Kresnik began to throw the Prinnies around]

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Nora's still laughing, the Prinnies are still screeching--

Overall we are making a shitton of noise.

Remember those ReDeads? You won't hear 'em before you see 'em, but they're baaack.]

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He continues to toss the Prinnies around, totally not noticing the ReDeads coming back]

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[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Nora notices them first; superhuman hearing with the ears and all. He swivels around and -- sends a Prinny sailing straight over there.]

Hey, Kresnik! Over there! Go go go!

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Oh great, those zombies are back. Well, no time to waste!]

Right! [He moves and tosses a Prinny at them]

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[

The ReDeads don't even have time to reach them or open their mouths; they're KO'd by the successive waves of Prinnies upon impact.]

HAHAHAHA! Payback! Awesome!

[HIGH-FIVE?]

[COMMENTLOG]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Laughs]

We really got them this time!

[HIGH-FIVE]

[COMMENTLOG]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[YEAHHHH WE'RE THE GREATEST.]

You're not bad now! An' I thought of something, too!

[Now he's looking around, but the street is pretty much deserted; the ReDeads are taken care of and any remaining Prinnies seem to have hightailed it out of the danger zone.]

... Aw, man. I was gonna say you could use those 'splodey birds as your weapon, but they ran away.