Tripping As Hard as He Can
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ceasetoexist[He’d barely gotten kept himself from pissing his pants the first time he saw it as it was now: a total field of red and black, mobile and immobile, stretching infinitely around him. It took every ounce of willpower not to wet himself this time upon seeing Giygas again. He would’ve questioned it, how it even got here, that it was impossible, but it clearly wasn’t. It felt just like it had when he’d first released Giygas from the Devil’s Machine: fluctuating between bitter cold and unbearable warmth, between utter quiet and ear-drum quaking sound…Nothing at all remained constant.
It shouldn’t be here. Giygas couldn’t be here.
But it was. And it was going to destroy everything in front of it, like it had been meant to.
Including him.
Pleading wouldn’t stop it. Bargaining wouldn’t stop it. The only thing he could do was run to the Phase Distorter and hope that might give him enough protection.
Might keep him safe while everything outside ended.]
[Hey Mayfield.
See pig-boy run. Run, pig-boy, run. Specifically, run incredibly clumsily, constantly looking over your shoulder and muttering and screaming either terrified gibberish or what sounds like pleas of “I’m sorry”, “I didn’t mean to”, or “Please don’t kill me” with the name “Giygas” occasionally thrown in there.
Like so many others, Pokey managed to get a whiff of the gas Luke had been carrying around, and now believes that an unperceivable psychic alien monster is slowly engulfing the town. Feel free to find him either
A) Running in terror, occasionally falling to the ground and willingly just crawling there as he looks behind him and babbles barely coherent apologies
B) Pokey has managed to get over your fence, thinking going through your yard will be a shortcut, and managed to get his dumb ass tripped up somehow, i.e. tangling his leg in a water hose or something ect.
C) If you’re on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey bumble his way back home, were he’ll immediately head for his Phase Distorter and sit in the cockpit, trying to curl himself up and looking positively terrified.]
It shouldn’t be here. Giygas couldn’t be here.
But it was. And it was going to destroy everything in front of it, like it had been meant to.
Including him.
Pleading wouldn’t stop it. Bargaining wouldn’t stop it. The only thing he could do was run to the Phase Distorter and hope that might give him enough protection.
Might keep him safe while everything outside ended.]
[Hey Mayfield.
See pig-boy run. Run, pig-boy, run. Specifically, run incredibly clumsily, constantly looking over your shoulder and muttering and screaming either terrified gibberish or what sounds like pleas of “I’m sorry”, “I didn’t mean to”, or “Please don’t kill me” with the name “Giygas” occasionally thrown in there.
Like so many others, Pokey managed to get a whiff of the gas Luke had been carrying around, and now believes that an unperceivable psychic alien monster is slowly engulfing the town. Feel free to find him either
A) Running in terror, occasionally falling to the ground and willingly just crawling there as he looks behind him and babbles barely coherent apologies
B) Pokey has managed to get over your fence, thinking going through your yard will be a shortcut, and managed to get his dumb ass tripped up somehow, i.e. tangling his leg in a water hose or something ect.
C) If you’re on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey bumble his way back home, were he’ll immediately head for his Phase Distorter and sit in the cockpit, trying to curl himself up and looking positively terrified.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 04:53 am (UTC)Pokey!
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Date: 2010-09-18 04:58 am (UTC)Are you stupid? Get to shelter!
[Yes. That'll totally stop her from getting devoured by the horrible psychic monster.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 04:44 pm (UTC)Duster still hadn't entirely adjusted to the idea of being some kind of 'father,' even if it wasn't a real family. At least drones were sort of blankly pleasant, instead of actively hostile. It was still enough to make him want to flee the house and his imaginary obligations for a while, and the back yard looked like an easy enough place to hide.
Until a familiar, round face that really could only be one person came into view. Between the Porky-Bots and King Porky himself, it didn't take Duster long to recognize the figure. He'd also been bracing himself since hearing from Lucas that Porky was here, waiting for the confrontation.
This really didn't fit any of his ideas. Porky running in obvious, blind terror, climbing a fence to get away from some unseen threat, was hard to anticipate. Duster was so surprised that Porky nearly had a clear shot to get across the yard, in fact, and it also took Duster a moment to realize that this younger version wouldn't recognize him or have any reason to stop. The leg that came up to stop Porky wasn't kicking, exactly, so much as checking the running kid across the chest. Normally, Duster would have felt rotten about stopping a terrified child with a leg, but nothing about Porky could be described as normal, could it?]
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Date: 2010-09-18 05:07 pm (UTC)[Pokey fell to the ground with a small grunt, justsitting dazed for a moment.
Before he started frantically crawling on the ground, desperately trying to get a footing to get back up and run again. Usually he'd berate whoever had kicked him, but it really didn't matter.
Giygas would eat him along with everything else.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 05:20 pm (UTC)He grabbed Porky by the shirt before the kid could run off.]
Where do you think you're going? And what are you running from?!
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Date: 2010-09-18 05:28 pm (UTC)Let me go! Can't you see it, you stupid jerkwad? Let me go!!
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Date: 2010-09-18 05:35 pm (UTC)See what?! There isn't anything there! How can you be this scared? You're 'Porky,' aren't you?!
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Date: 2010-09-18 05:44 pm (UTC)Can't you see it? Giygas is aaaaallll around us! How can you not see it? Idiot! Stupid! Dumb pig's butt!
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Date: 2010-09-18 05:53 pm (UTC)Okay, you're Pokey...
[Then Pokey starts sounding like Duster's dad.]
I can't see what isn't there! You're seeing things, hallucinating! Did you eat something suspicious?
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Date: 2010-09-18 06:12 pm (UTC)No! Well, okay, that pasta salad had been in the back of the fridge for a month but that isn't important! I can see it! Feel it! Giygas is here!
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Date: 2010-09-18 06:32 pm (UTC)Duster briefly wonders if people put mushrooms in pasta salad, but decides Pokey is right, it really isn't important.]
There aren't any Giygases... or Giygii... look, nothing's attacking you other than me, and now I'm just holding you still so you don't run off and hurt yourself! Or someone else.
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Date: 2010-09-18 06:53 pm (UTC)He's going to try and bite you in order to get away.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:03 pm (UTC)[Duster changes tactics, wanting to hold Pokey without getting bitten, because it might be catching. The crazy or being Pokey, whichever.
How did the party get snapped out of it before? Oh, of course. Duster proceeds to try smacking the hysterical Pokey in the back of the head, out of the goodness of his heart.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:28 pm (UTC)So Pokey simply begins to just shake like a leaf, terrified and tearing up.]
C...Can you at least stop smacking me while I wait to be killed, you gigantic friggin' idiot?
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:42 pm (UTC)See Phantasma leaning out her window, laughing her ass off.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:47 pm (UTC)Don't just stand there you stupid, laughing freakshow! Help me get out of here!
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Date: 2010-09-18 07:51 pm (UTC)Hey, c'mon! Ain't boys supposed to be, like, good with knots and stuff? Eee hee hee--
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:02 pm (UTC)[But right now he's just near tears, struggling to untie himself.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:09 pm (UTC)But despite all of her teasing, Phanty still likes to help her friends, whether or not they think of her the same way. She crawls out of her (first floor) window, and jumps down, bouncing over to where Pokey is, smiling like an idiot as she kneels down to where the hose is.]
Eee hee-- Hey! Hey, like, I mean. Stop moving, right? You're just, aaa ha ha ha-- you're just makin' it worse!
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:12 pm (UTC)[1/2]
Date: 2010-09-18 08:13 pm (UTC)... no?
[Wait a second...]
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-18 08:17 pm (UTC)[And he's actually going to try and move his leg close enough so he can start gnawing at the hose. Yeah, that isn't working so well.]
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:19 pm (UTC)[She does notice the gnawing, and proceeds to attempt to whack Pokey across the head. YOU'RE MAKING THE TANGLES WORSE.]