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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[fogsong]

Great, see you then!

[ and come midnight, Sharon is waiting at Oozlum Station looking like the sketchiest person ever, black beanie on, complete with a knapsack over her shoulders full of materials to vandalize with! ]

[apuckalypse]

[Sketchy 1, meet Sketchy 2. Right as she walks past one of the alleys of the station, a quiet whistle calls for her attention, accompanied by the gleam of two glowing green eyes in the shadows, otherwise unseen. He's full ninja mode, ready for Crime.]

[fogsong]

[ —ah. The hiss catches her off-guard, but the moment she recognizes the mask ] Holy shit! [ a laugh of excess energy bubbles up ] The glowing eyes look badass in the dark!

[apuckalypse]

[He lifts the mask, the green lights winking out, revealing his grinning face in exchange.]

I know, right? Did I scare you?

[He is not expecting a serious yes, but maybe she'll humour him.]

[fogsong]

No. [ She lies like a lying liar, grin wide and obvious, shifting the bag on her back. She motions for him to follow. ] I mean, maybe it did startle me a little. [ She finally allows as they get on their way. ]

[apuckalypse]

Hehhh. [He doesn't look smug, exactly, but he can channel Leo's energy into a smirk.] I'll take a little!

[He falls into step beside her, his gaze shifting to her bag.]

You got a bunch of 'em, huh.

[fogsong]

I like variety. [ She says with a cheeky grin. ] Plus, I wasn't sure what to bring so I just brought a bunch of shit. Could even make a molotov if we wanna get crazy and dangerous. [ Jingles her bag. She came ready for anything, chaos included. ]

[apuckalypse]

Molotovs are great. I'd be down if we had the right target.

[He is not opposed to explosives! But he does like most of Folkmore, and the chaos would be kind of bad if they don't find somewhere decently isolated :( ]

[fogsong]

[ She chuckles ] Yeah... [ The 'right target' is practically anywhere Thirteen or one of her iterations is at. Her grudge with Thirteen is running pretty hot atm. ]

What's the 'right target' for you?

[apuckalypse]

Ah... I dunno. Not someone or something innocent? Usually it was at aliens.

[fogsong]

Well, I don't think we have any aliens here to toss them at, but I bet there are some monsters out where we're heading. [ Into the sands of Cruel Summer, baby! At this point, she knows to avoid the stripes. ] Or are those counted as something innocent?

[ Hopefully not because she's killed a lot of monsters since her arrival here. ]

[apuckalypse]

I'm cool with fighting monsters. If it's just minding its own business that's fine, but if a giant worm or wolf or whatever comes at us, all bets are off.

[He considers for a moment. Actually...]

There was one giant dog I fought with my mom here one time, and we chased it away. It wasn't bad, I think just hungry. So I don't wanna molotov that one.

[fogsong]

Even if it tries to eat us? [ ...she wouldn't molotov it, she'd just burn it alive with her powers because there's no way she's letting anything get close enough to Casey to even try to chomp him. Rue's baby is in safe hands!!! ]

[apuckalypse]

Well... I mean, I'd rather not. Can we try non-deadly force? It ended up being kind of a coward... I felt bad for it.

[He appreciates the enthusiasm, though!]

[fogsong]

[ Her brows pinch, lips pressed together tight. ]

That doesn't mean anything, Casey. It recognized it didn't stand a chance against you, but do you really think it would've still been cowardly if it found you weak? [ A side glance ] Because I sure as hell don't.

[apuckalypse]

[Hm. This is more serious than he'd expected from a tagging party, but then again, this is what happens at least once in 90% of his conversations, so.]

Maybe not… but we don't know either way. I grew up around redeemed villains but against the Krang it was always kill or be killed, no exceptions. This world's different. If there's a chance to spare a life here, I'd rather take it.

[fogsong]

[ Sharon lets out a noise of discontent, wrinkling her nose. She very clearly doesn’t agree with him, but she didn’t drag him out here to debate the morality of killing monsters. He can not kill them. She will.

Still, that’s not even why they’re out here—as fun as that would be.

She gestures ahead to a ramshackle shed, half-swallowed by the sand but still standing. There's already graffiti featuring a cartoonish-looking fox with x'd out eyes. ] Voila! [ She drops her bag at the base. Several cans of spray paint roll out. ]

[apuckalypse]

[He doesn't say anything else, but his body language immediately relaxes when it becomes obvious the topic is dropped. It's not even that he won't kill monsters- he will, if they attack! He just. Has an attachment in this instance to a very specific giant dog.

He does crack up at the sight of the graffiti'd fox, though.]

Is this one yours?

[fogsong]

Yeah, like it? [ She is proud of her spraydoodle. ] I wanted it to properly convey my feelings about Thirteen in a simple, yet sophisticated way.

[ She flashes a quick smile, clearly talking out her ass. Doesn't that sound like something some hoity-toity would say? She grabs a can of paint—hot pink, fun. ] I'm trying to come up with a fun tag.

[apuckalypse]

I think you nailed it.

[Definitely gets the vibe across. He studies the wall thoughtfully for a moment, debating options. Her can of hot pink gives him an idea.]

Can I do a Krang? Kinda like yours.

[He would love to properly convey his feelings about them.]

[fogsong]

Fuck yeah, why not. [ She tosses him the can. ] Show me how you feel about those assholes.

[ She remembers when he spoke of them: the aliens that fucked the future. ] Maybe we can use them as target practice later.

[apuckalypse]

[He gives the can a long, steady shake, then approaches the wall and starts with a big, very pink rectangle. The only good thing one can ever say about the Krang is that they're super easy to draw.]

I'd like that. I only have my chainstick on me, though.

[Considering the state of the shed, it wouldn't last very long. Maybe she's got something better.]

[fogsong]

I was thinking more like firearms—not that I have one on me. Later, though. [ Sure, the shed wouldn't last. It's already being swallowed by the desert. Might as well help it along.

But after they've made plenty of targets on it. ] Are they all pink? [ The Krang, of course. ]

[apuckalypse]

[He can do guns later. Might be even more cathartic than chainsaws. There's something appealing about the idea of destroying their faces slowly.]

I think so. I only ever saw the three of 'em. This colour's too bright and pretty for them, they're more like a gross "on the edge of a plague death" flesh shade. I should mix it with grey.

[He does his best to paint the nastiest, ugliest >:E alien face one can imagine on the wall.]

[fogsong]

[ Please hold as she scrounges in her bag, tossing various cans out without much care. ] Figures they couldn't even be pretty as they fucked humanity. [ HUFF.

She tosses a couple of cans to his feet. A light gray, a dark gray, and a baby salmon. ] Those help at all?