A Day in the Park (Open)

[lynn]

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[daniel80000]

Crush was walking though the park after a hard day at school, just to try to relax. From all the crap that happened, he just wanted to get away and have some fun maybe. As he was walking along he saw a girl in the distance get hit in the head with a frisbee. "That must of hurt." Crush thought to himself. He ran over to the small girl to make sure she was ok. By the time he got there, she had thrown the frisbee back and had her hand to her ear. "Hey," he said with a concerned look on his face, "you ok?"

[lynn]

Her day had started off fine. School wasn't too bad, a bit boring, but what else was new? Now with that Frisbee hitting her ear, it would be safe to say that the brunette was a bit ticked. Not unapproachable, scary, going to bite your face off ticked, but enough to make her a bit more easily irritated. So one would have to be careful when approaching her.

As she started to take a walk, some white haired boy came up to her. Looking at him, Lynn guessed he was probably another student like her. Well, she didn't remember him from any of her classes, but that didn't mean that they didn't go to the same school. And then he asked her if she was ok.

"Hm, let's see. My ear didn't fall off nor have I been decapitated. Oh, and I'm not coughing up blood so that means no internal bleeding as well. And I don't think I've gained any head injuries as well. So I guess you could say that I am ok." Lynn answered the boy. While she was mostly kidding, her tone could be considered rude. She was pretty much stating the obvious with minor sarcasm thrown in here and there.

Though Lynn has never seen the point of the "are you ok?" question. If the person wasn't ok, then you could clearly see that and instead of asking them you would call an ambulance or do something to help. It was kind of similar to how she felt about apologizing for someone else's misfortune. Sure, it was ok to say some comforting words, but to apologize for something you didn't do seemed a bit silly to her. So someone asking if she was ok seemed a bit silly as well since she was clearly standing and not in pain or passed out on the ground.

Yet, the small meister could tell that the boy was in fact concerned and maybe her response was a bit harsh. Oh well, he did ask if she was ok so she told him. Well, she was a bit bored so she might as well continue talking to the boy. "So, is that all you want? Or did you want to tell me anything else. If so, we might as well walk and talk," she said, with her hands crossed over her chest as she waited fo rthe boy's response.


Outfit

[cloudman]

Vingnir loved the park...it was a nice open space with lush verdant greenery juxtaposed with the black tarmac of a basketball court that really did it. Or at least, that's what his architecture and design teacher had told him. In Vingnir's opinion, it was just good for people to get fresh air. The park was also an opportunity to test things that he'd previously constructed. As if to emphasis this thought, the demon weapon raised the shotgun-esque object in his hand and swept around 360 degrees; like a sniper scanning for a target. In a way, he was searching for a target -- in is hands was Phoebe, the hand cannon he had constructed, which was also designed to fire net capsules. With this useful tool, Vingnir had envisioned capturing animals like squirrels and pidgeons, in order to better study their anatomy, and thus carry that over to the many automatons he built.

The sound of something colliding with vegetation caused the google-hat clad boy's ears to prick up, like a deer checking if that omnious noise of a twig snapping was just that. He looked up and spied the cause of the sound; a plastic bright red frisbee was caught in a tree. Underneath it were a few people from school, each trying in earnest to retrieve their lost toy. They were in the younger years, and so the demon weapon didn't know their names, but he had seen them around school before. Or at least, he thought he did. It was hard to tell when one was always day-dreaming. At any rate, the stranded frisbee was a prime target for Phoebe.

"I'll get it!"' Announced Vingnir, doing what he did best, which was of course, attracting attention to himself. He marched over, holding up his invention, which did look suspisciously like a shotgun, and aimed it at the tree. Pulled down his goggle-hat with one hand, while the other kept his aim. The lenses he had on were actually swimming lenses, but no one needed to know that. Besides, they made him look super cool.

WHUMP!

The net capsule flew out of the hand cannon with force, becoming a grew blur in the air. It clattered into the branches where the frisbee lay, but it did so with such force that it snapped them clean off of the tree; frisbee and all. Unfortunately, Vingnir had aimed in such a way that the ball of vegetation and menacing red plastic was sent careening towards a certain pair...

And what did he have to say for himself?

"WOAH! COOL!"

[daniel80000]

"Hm, let's see. My ear didn't fall off nor have I been decapitated. Oh, and I'm not coughing up blood so that means no internal bleeding as well. And I don't think I've gained any head injuries as well. So I guess you could say that I am ok."


Crush could sense the sarcasm in her voice, but he didn't take offence to it, he actually thought it was funny.


"Haha, well that's good to hear." Crush said with a smile.


"So, is that all you want? Or did you want to tell me anything else. If so, we might as well walk and talk."


Crush smiled again and said "Ok, how about names. I'm Crush, and you ar..."


"WOAH! COOL!"


Crush heard that come from behind the two. As they turned around to see what was going on, a giant ball of branches, leaves, and a particular frisbee, all tied up in a net, was rolling towards them!


"That could seriously hurt someone.....namely us." Crush thought to himself.


Knowing he or the girl couldn't get out of the way in time, Crush stood in between of her and the ball of rampaging branches to try and protect her. But just taking the hit wasn't his plan. He partiality transformed the bottom of his hands to have razors on them and when the ball was about to hit them, he slash the net with his hands and the net tore and stopped, but all the contents of it poured out on top of him and the small girl.

Crush and the girl then poked their heads out of the pile of sticks and greens, and Crush said "Well, at least we aren't crushed."

[lynn]

Lynn was, well, happy that the boy just smiled at her response. Most would find it rude or offending and yet this boy found it amusing? Maybe funny? Either way, that cheered Lynn up a bit. To her, now a days people seem to get offended way too easily. At least someone here knew how to lighten up and get a joke. He seemed like an easy going guy, or maybe was just dumb. Either way, her annoyance was fading away. She even returned a smile back to him. The silver haired boy then introduced himself as Crush. An odd name for a boy, but Lynn has heard stranger.

Before Crush could finish his sentence, another boy from afar exclaimed about something, cutting the silver haired boy off. Lynn then looked up to see what the commotion was about to see a ball of tree limbs hurtling towards them being lead by a familiar demon red frisbee. At that moment, quite a few explanations came rushing through Lynn's head to explain this predicament. The first was that the frisbee was possessed by a ghost that wanted Lynn dead for no apparent reason through head collisions. Another was that the frisbee was not happy that the meister threw it up in a tree and has now come back for revenge. There was also the thought of this being the start of a frisbee apocalypse where plastic discs take over the world running through her brown haired head. Whatever the reason, the red plastic disc of doom was back and it brought a ball of friends.

Before Lynn could do or say anything, Crush stepped in front of her as if he was going to take the hit. Personally, she was never really liked those hero types that risk their lives to help complete strangers. Sure, it was ok to help someone fight, but risking your own life to someone you just met was stupid in her opinion. Not that it stopped Lynn from taking on bullies herself when she would see them pick on someone else. Though to her that wasn't life risking. Ok, maybe the meister liked to play hero as well, not that she will ever admit it. What really bothered her was when someone tried to do it for her. So it might just be that fact that Lynn hated being the damsel.

Though her opinion changed once the boy's hand turn into a razor and slice through the branches. Now that was cool. The ball of vegetation turned into a rain of tiny tree pieces. Soon the she and the boy were buried in a pile of greens and twigs. Once the girl's head popped up from the pile, the red frisbee landed flat on her head like an odd flat hat. Instead of complaining about the twigs in her messy hair like some girls might or getting angry like Lynn would normally at a situation like this, she laughed. The female meister just laughed at the situation and only one sentence escaped her lips.

"Now that was fucking awesome!"


Outfit

[cloudman]

Vingnir ran, tracking the net ball as it descended to earth and rolled along the floor. Rather embarrassingly, it outpaced him. Still, he did eventually make it to the scene of the net ball's halt. With a smile on his face, the demon weapon dived into the pile of shredded vegetation. He'd seen the grey haired boy cut it up with his hand, and marvelled at it. However, that trance had been broken by the opportunity to go and mess around. And so, with a rather hefty hand cannon in his hand and the goggle-hat on his head, Vingnir dived into the leave pile, sending cut up leaves and twigs everywhere; only serving to add to the mess on the path.

"Ahahaha! Awesome!" He exclaimed, throwing leaves at the stranger's, whose heads had also popped up out of the leaf pile. It didn't matter to Vingnir that he didn't know who they were; they had been caught in his typhoon of delight, and now were at the mercy of his carefree fate. Still, it wouldn't hurt to make some friends every now and again. Which is why the demon weapon decided to inquire about their names.

"Hey guys -- I'm Vingnir, but you can call me Vinny. What's your names?" He said through a grin that seemed to take up half of his face. The sun reflected off of his goggle-hat in beautiful ways while he talked, producing a spectrum of various shapes that moved as he did. As he waited for an answer, Vinny lifted the hand cannon from the bottom of the leaf pile, dispersing most of the leaves as he did so. Despite its menacing appearance, the Icelandic rocket hammer meant no harm, as evidenced by the childish smile still present on his face. Still, there'd no doubt be questions about the weapon, which, despite Vingnir's best intents, was what it was. But a good story could always be told.

And Vingnir loved stories.

[daniel80000]

Crush was afraid that this girl (who he still didn't know her name) would be outraged that she was neck high in foliage. Luckily, she didn't care, in fact, she thought was he did was awesome!


"Haha, it wasn't that awesome....haha....you really think so?" he said trying to be as modest as possible.


Then out of no where, some guy jumped into to pile of green and threw some into both of there faces.


"Hey guys -- I'm Vingnir, but you can call me Vinny. What's your names?"


"Ummm...I'm Crush, and I'm still trying to get the name out of this wonderful little woman here, haha."

[lynn]

Before Lynn knew it, a boy wearing goggles came running towards them and jumped into the green pile as well. Where did he come from? Hell does Lynn know. For all she knew. he could of been just a stranger who loved to dive into large piles of tree confetti. Well, he did seem to be having a good time throwing leaves into the air. In fact, that made the meister smile at the boy's carefree aura. It looked like her day was now getting better and better. She might even leave with a couple new friends today.

"Hell yeah! That was wicked!" Lynn answered to Crush, a mix of amazement and joy on her face. Well, that washer first time seeing a boy's hand turn into a razor and shred up in coming projectiles. So yeah. the girl was amazed. "And I'm not little! I'm at a perfectly good height for a girl my age. You guys are just tall," she said at Crush's "little woman" comment. The meister then pouted a bit as well, making her round face look a bit more child-like than usual. She was a bit short for her age, but the girl would never admit it and would always get a bit defensive if someone reminded her. Even though she doubted that's what Crush meant, so in truth she wasn't really mad at him. It was clear because the girl then quickly changed back to her happy smiling self when she introduced herself.

"Oh, and my name is Lynnette, with two N's, but I prefer to be called Lynn," she said to both of the boys. As she said that. the red frisbee fell off her head, reminding the brunette of her new enemy. She then pulled her hands out from under the leaves and twigs, and lifted up the disc. Still feeling a bit suspicious of the disc, the meister snapped the thin plastic disc in half, just in case it really was possessed or out to get her. She let out a relived sigh as she heard the plastic snapped and dropped the two halves onto the pile.

"Ok, now that I got that out of the way, what is that you got there Vinny?" Lynn asked, noticing the cannon the boy was holding. It was not something you would see an ordinary teenage boy carry around on an average day at the park. Then again, Lynn was not in Salem anymore, Death City had a different definition for "normal". But, it still peaked the girl's curious nature and she wanted to know what that was and why did the boy have it.

Outfit

[cloudman]

The two people he was playing with told him their names; Lynn and Crush. Vingnir would have commented on how odd a name Crush was, but then again his name wasn't the most common either. He shrugged, a gesture that he would have voiced as "Each to their own, I guess", before the question he'd been waiting on tentahooks to hear came up.

"Ok, now that I got that out of the way, what is that you got there Vinny?" The demon rocket hammer's face lit up, a smile suddenly trying to consume Vinny's visage. He took a childishly big breath before speaking, actually going slightly red as the air filled his lungs to bursting point.

"OKAY! This is my hand cannon Phoebe, it's a hand cannon, which is like a cannon but you can carry it around easily in your hands and stuff, which is why it's called a hand cannon. It fires all kinds of shells and stuff, but I've only got these nets inside capsules, so I guess what I should have said is that I've got net capsules, but then I don't know what they're called although I guess they're just called net capsules. Phoebe is made from a mixture of metals but I can't tell you which ones she was made from because a magician never reveals his tricks although I'm not a magician I'm a demon weapon, a demon rocket hammer by the way, but the intention is the same; I'm not going to tell you what the hand cannon's made from. I take Phoebe on missions with me, although I've only been on one and I didn't really use her much since she was in my suitcase and most of the really cool stuff took place on the train, you know, fighting kishin eggs and saving people. It's really cool saving people, you know, and I'm gonna save the world one day! So that's the story of Phoebe dooooooooooooooone!~" As much as Vingnir liked stories, he never was good at telling them, speaking with barely any pauses. In fact, his entire speech had been on one breath, as evidenced by the fact that he was now panting. Recovering his breath, Vingnir waited a little before speaking again.

"Do you like Phoebe's design?" He asked.