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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 18:45:37 GMT
"Ah, but zis is clearly a power play! C'est obvious, she 'as kidnapped mon 'at in order to put 'erself at le top of le Student Council food chain, et as a fellow member of le Student Council je think c'est unacceptable!"
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 2, 2015 19:03:24 GMT
"Threaten my sister again, and you won't be dealing with the student council. You'll have earned the... ah... attentions of Young Enterprise."
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 19:05:26 GMT
"Eh? I 'ave not threatened 'er at all! I 'ave merely demanded 'er attention which she is not giving!"
'e throws 'is 'ands in le air in despair and turns around on le spot. When 'e is back round, 'e 'as pulled 'is 'and from 'is jacket and is pointing what 'e withdrew at Daniél.
"Non, ZIS is a threat!" 'e says, cocking le SMG.
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Post by infiniteexponent on Jul 2, 2015 19:06:15 GMT
Arkady might not be particularly on the ball at the best of times, but he tends to be quite aware of people trying to murder his sister. Frankly, it happens a lot. Frantically, he carefully repositions Mia, grabs for the tuba, and levels it squarely at Bia, doing his level best to look threatening.
Cassie, meanwhile, waves at Arkady and Mia. "I think she's genuinely trying to kill me! She's just so unbelievably violent!" she swoons.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 2, 2015 19:14:08 GMT
In truth, this would be but a temporary inconvenience. Only, Daniel's not a fan of pain. He throws his arms up in the air.
"A little help, anyone?"
Oh, but he'll pay for this. Young Enterprise does not forget.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 2, 2015 19:15:32 GMT
Mia breaks out of her awkwardness-induced reverie in time to notice - someone trying to murder her brother. Which doesn't happen nearly as frequently as one might expect, actually.
When it does, though? She's prepared to go the extra mile.
Rummaging in her skirt pocket, she retrieves a collapsible steel 30cm ruler. Snaps it open.
Then throws it expertly in the direction of the psychotic Frenchman's ankles. With any luck, it will neatly throw him off his feet.
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 19:19:25 GMT
"Sacre bleu!" 'e cries, as le metal projectile 'its is feet and sends 'im falling, 'is finger pulling down 'owever on le trigger as 'e falls, but mercifully les bullets fly off into le sky, rather than into le chest of le Mulhollands. Damian falls over again.
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Post by teampad4eva on Jul 2, 2015 19:26:23 GMT
With a roll of his shoulders to relax them, Max closes his sketch book and places it down on the wall, stands up and walks around the sprawled form of Damian.
He picks up the hat from the ground beside Mia, where he noticed it during sketching, sniffs it, dusts it, and turns back to the sprawled idiot.
"Here is your hat, as for the conspiracy surrounding it, well..."
He drops the hat onto of Damien and sits down again.
"That's twice, in an hour." He observes to no one in particular, definitely not Daniel
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Post by infiniteexponent on Jul 2, 2015 19:26:46 GMT
Arkady notes with some disdain the collapse of the frenchman-who-probably-isn't-a-frenchman. Wouldn't do for Avalon to upstage him in the saved sibling stakes. He takes aim at Bia with the secondary projectile, a rather more experimental device that isn't strictly safe. But then, it seems he's just barbecued a teacher, so that line has already been crossed.
Simultaneously, Cassie decides that she isn't really up for being thrown off a roof, and bursts into action, turning into a flailing mass of fists and feet. Bia doesn't seem to care much, but she certainly notices when Cassie leans in and locks her teeth on the older girl's ear.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 2, 2015 19:28:05 GMT
Immediately, Mia also rushes over to the prone Damian. With swift efficiency born of many a Student Council situation, she wrenches the gun out of his (relatively) unresisting hands.
With a satisfying series of screeches, she twists the metal into unrecognisability.
"There. Crisis averted."
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 2, 2015 19:30:03 GMT
Daniel rolls his eyes, folds his arms, and taps his foot.
Hopefully this will be over some time this century.
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 19:30:20 GMT
Damian staggers to 'is feet. "You may have outsmarted me zis time, but zis is not ze last you 'ave seen of Damian, er, Damianson!!!" 'e cries, 'and with a flick of his wrist throws something to ze ground and smoke erupts around 'im for a few seconds before clearing in the breeze and showing le Damian limping away into le school
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 2, 2015 19:40:33 GMT
Mia coughs a little in the smoke, and observes Damianson's retreat with something akin to baffled triumph. Or potentially triumphant bafflement. One of the two.
Once she's assured that they've seen the last of today's faux-European threat to the ongoing stability and wellbeing of Capital High, she turns to Daniel. "Careful, little bro. Getting slow!"
Then, to Max - who has apparently been waiting patiently all this time. "I believe we had an appointment scheduled?"
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 2, 2015 19:42:27 GMT
"Nine minutes, Amelia." He turns interestedly to Max, like this is the first he's heard of a confidential meeting between the two of them. "What's going on?"
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 2, 2015 19:46:10 GMT
Oh, crap. She'd forgotten all about the elaborate ruse!
"I mean - an appointment to... yell. At him. For, er, breaking my heart. Or something - something of the sort."
... Nailed it.
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