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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 19:00:32 GMT -5
Stitch stumbled straight to the ground, to his everlasting shame. Apparently, being able to jump 60 feet into the air doesn't translate well sideways.
"Aaaah..." Picking himself up, Stitch re-examined his surroundings.
Jungle? Check.
Various sounds made by vicious creatures unknown? ...check. (Stitch shuddered.)
Strange person? Check.
Wait- what?
Growling, Stitch pulled his two arms back into a fighting stance. He wouldn't let anyone get the drop on him!
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Post by ophelia on Jun 7, 2009 19:13:15 GMT -5
Othello blinked down at Stitch with a placid expression, tangled in some sort fuschia creeping vine. His legs were bent at the knee, and his knees were bent towards his shoulders. It was hot enough to fry and egg. If he could have he would have unbuttoned his collar. But his wrists were stuck underneath his elbows from the fall.
"Hullo." said he, with mild consternation. "You look like a swanky pair of kicks my Aunty has. Swell to meet you little man."
What a perfectly awful fall, he thought to himself, looking around and taking in the papayas and the plastic green of the avocados. I hope I don't get roughed up to much by this torpedo I'm supposed to fly fists with.
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 19:16:40 GMT -5
...Stitch raised an eyebrow.
Kicks...?
...shoes, maybe?
Hrm. He was not a pair of shoes, thank you very much!
With a louder growl, Stitch ground his teeth as he shot up and for the man. He moved to grab the person by the leg and use it as leverage...
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Post by ophelia on Jun 8, 2009 19:52:18 GMT -5
"Oh gawd!", Othello squawked "What up with you man?! What up with you!?" He thrashed wildly as black blood oozed from his ankle. Sticky, thick, like fresh tar. Staining the muzzle of the creature as it dug in. This Furry Fury had a massive set of chompers! YOUCH!
He ripped himself free from the brambles with a crunch, landing on all fours, before scrambling up and aiming a kick at the leg containing Stitch. Cursing half-heartedly. "LEGGO! LEGGO! Aw for the love of- These are my best slacks! LEGOO, KICKS!"
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 11, 2009 14:49:04 GMT -5
Stitch barely noticed the kick to his head. It annoyed him a bit, though. He used it as his rationale to bite down even harder.
[ Nigh Invincible is in use ]
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Post by ophelia on Jun 14, 2009 21:55:59 GMT -5
OT: Read the loophole in Othello's "Unhinged" ability, to avoid confusion. (I.E. the word choice "Without Cutting")
Othello groaned in pain and frustration. Floundering as the feeling dissipated from his right shin in alarmingly subtle pin pricks. Dizziness would start to set in soon. He flailed his legs. He flailed his arms. Reaching! Reaching! Shoving his hands between the buttons of his shirt and between the seams of his pants. Remerging with only fist-fulls of lint from the turn-outs of his suspenders (and mentally making a note to switch dry cleaners). It must be in here somewhere!! Ooooh, Lordy-Loo, this was not good. He did a ridiculous little hopping dance, like a drunken one legged ostrich, trying to stretch and seize the contents of the his back pockets. Bonking into vines, and bark, and snakes, and things until...
“Damn Eureka!”
The silver chain of slack, skimmed and slimmed in Othello’s palm. With a loud THWACK! he spun it like a glimmering lasso, and sunk the the hinges to snaggle into Stitch’s fur. And then tugged, using his leverage over the blue furry to extricate a little extra force than was necessary. A whole square shaped portion of alien hide swung open from the edge of hinge, like a trap door.
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Post by Rocket! on Jul 11, 2009 17:13:24 GMT -5
[ Eh.... EH??!
What zeh fudge?!
Erm, you opened Stitch up... so now you're looking at his insides? Or what? ]
Something... something is wrong! Stitch realized with a start!
A strange and foreign feeling in his body... this man was doing something!
He would have none of it!
Finally decided, Stitch moved to completely bite off the foot. Let the man walk with a stick for the rest of his life, for all he cared!
This incessant beating was starting to get annoying, though... Nest time the bleeping idiot whacks him against that tree, he'll grab on with his wall walking ability and and start for the ground, whether those things are in his back or not!
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao