For those of you that weren't along, most of this actually happened, including the 'burning barrels' bit
which was just epic timing on Wire's part. It all started innocently. There I am, figuring, "Hey, I'll poke a little at MD by having Leon hit on
Knight, that'll be good for a few laughs, then we'll go beat up Romans."
Then Knight pokes back. Leon returns the volley. Knight sets up for a slam. Leon fails to notice. Knight slams...
And yeah. Downhill all the way from there. Poor Leon. Guy can't get a break in this town!
(In a more serious vein, though, that's awesome work there. You've taken it and run with it and now the ideas won't leave my SKULL damn you!
Also:
"You! Yeah, you, mister whatever your name is, in the tweed jacket. Detective McNichol, PPD. Just LOOK at these! What the hell am I -- is that skull
grinning at me?"
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
which was just epic timing on Wire's part. It all started innocently. There I am, figuring, "Hey, I'll poke a little at MD by having Leon hit on
Knight, that'll be good for a few laughs, then we'll go beat up Romans."
Then Knight pokes back. Leon returns the volley. Knight sets up for a slam. Leon fails to notice. Knight slams...
And yeah. Downhill all the way from there. Poor Leon. Guy can't get a break in this town!
(In a more serious vein, though, that's awesome work there. You've taken it and run with it and now the ideas won't leave my SKULL damn you!
Also:
Quote: The following morning found Leon sorting through a pile of paperwork that was strange, even by PSI standards. How was he supposed to get signatures andThat right there is epic freaking win, man. I was dying over that. I may have to write that, now. That's GREAT.
evidence logs from the officers on the other end of a suspect transfer, when the other end was two thousand years in the past, and any paperwork would be in
Latin?
He was about to shove the documents into a folder and go find someone at the Midnight Club to properly abuse over this, when he heard a familiar voice say,
in a tone he'd come to dread "Oh Leon-pooo..." Slowly, he looked up to see Nene standing there, a faintly bemused looking Ifrit standing behind
her.
"You! Yeah, you, mister whatever your name is, in the tweed jacket. Detective McNichol, PPD. Just LOOK at these! What the hell am I -- is that skull
grinning at me?"
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs