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[Apr. 20th, 2012|01:03 am] |
Who: Scootaloo and Applebloom (eventual Discord)
What: First date.
Where Salad Restaurant then Movie Theatre
Warning: Other than cursing over things Discord does, nothing.
( Finally get to, and chaos breaks loose. FML ) |
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[Apr. 20th, 2012|11:54 am] |
Who: Two dethspawn, Teja and Stoney
Where: Teja's place of employment - a bar in London
What: It's Stoney's arrival, so he gets introduced to the madness!
When: RIGHT DE HELLS NOW, DAT'S WHEN!
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, possible bad bassist jokes.
Teja wasn't expecting anyone from Dethklok to show up for a while. Hell, if they ever showed up again, it would be a phenomenally small probability they'd all be from the same reality, and it'd be all five of them. And he knew for a damned fact that none of them would know who he was, or any of the other Warteeth and Skwigelves that had populated the world and board. It was only until just recently that he'd worried he'd have to explain the plethora of young, strange descendents to the band. But they left, and all that was left of the legacies were himself, and his niece, Ceevee.
What he really wasn't expecting was another kid of the 'klok to show up. What he really, really, really, wasn't expecting was one he'd never met. So when he heard the tell-tale ding of a klok-name showing up on the boards, he was expecting only Charlene or Cee to have posted. When he saw the name Murderface appear, he stood, stunned, and stared at it momentarily, looking at it, then the icon next to it, and then back to it again. He asked his supervisor for a quick break, citing a 'family emergency', and walked into the break room to have a cigarette and reply to this newcomer.
At the current point in time, however, he had returned to his post at the bar and was drying glasses and setting them back on the shelf while he waited for this supposed Murderface to take a seat at the bar. He may have seemed a bit too intent at staring at the door. If looks could literally pierce, his stare would have bore a hole through the door and straight into the walkway outside by now. New meat was suspect, but, at this point in time, strangely welcome. |
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