Marisa Kirisame (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
adropofjupiter) wrote2011-07-24 12:21 pm
adropofjupiter) wrote2011-07-24 12:21 pm
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4th ☆
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[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]
Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?
[1125 Taylor (action)]
[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.
[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]
[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]
Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?
[1125 Taylor (action)]
[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.
[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]
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[Setting the beer down out of the way...]
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[Marisa is now in the process of pouncing on Shiki with the intent of pinning him. Or something. Because apparently she's forgotten she's barely over five feet tall and he probably has fifty pounds on her.
...she's probably going to touch him, so... severe abdominal pains, massive cuts all over his body or lose a limb? Or, you know, dodge like a boss.]
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Don't....touch me. Seriously.
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Then shut up!
[Just gonna go sit back on her side of the couch with her beer again.]
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Fine. Whatever.
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Now he gets to watch her stare at it, write stuff down, stare at it some more, and write yet more stuff down.]
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That would be for her to close her hand about the blade, squeeze hard enough to cut her palm. And then she'll heal it, tap her chin with the pencil in thought before making more notes.]
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And it was a minor cut. Cutting and healing you wouldn't have given me the data I wanted.
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