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Post by Clopin on Jan 30, 2011 22:20:49 GMT -5
(OOC: Because I need to desperately get back into the groove of playing Clopin IN-CHARACTER. XD And I felt that intellectual arguments with Q would be helpful. This thread is restricted to Clopin, Q, Puck, and Blitzwing. Q has the first post!)
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Post by Q on Jan 30, 2011 22:54:30 GMT -5
Q was attempting to have dinner. So far, he was losing. He, god of the universe, principal of the high school in whose cafeteria he was fighting this war, was losing to a dead, frozen, thawed, and cooked leg. The disgusting offender before him was not even a whole dead chicken, just the leg of one. He had attempted to suck off the meat, as the Butterfligs did in the fourth quadrant of the Fliggledwarf galaxy. No success. Quietly his meal gloated, perfectly still and equally uneaten. But, Q thought to himself as he neatly dabbed his mouth three times with a paper napkin as god intended, no matter. Things were not really that bad. With a slight, certain smirk, Q stretched out his arms, folded back his sleeves, and faced his worst enemy a--
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the middle-aged deity glimpsed purple.
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Post by Clopin on Jan 30, 2011 23:00:56 GMT -5
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my good friend Q. Are you having trouble with your dinner there?" Clopin asked, with a smirk. If there was one thing at this school that didn't suck, it was bothering the good principal. He and Clopin had an odd friendship of sorts.
Clopin then seated himself at the deity's table, looking at the chicken leg for a moment, before returning his gaze to Q. "A chicken leg? Good monsieur, you must not know what to do, now do you?" he asked.
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Post by Puck on Jan 30, 2011 23:09:29 GMT -5
Puck had headed out to the dining hall nonchalantly, flying through the doorway comfortably on his side. What were they serving today? Chicken? Puck wrinkled his nose in detest, rather disgusted at the thought of eating meat.
Glancing down at the people down below, Puck raised an eyebrow at the sight of a familiar purple individual seated farther away. Was Clopin...sitting next to the principal?
"I will never truly know if they are enemies or friends," Puck shook his head, rolling his eyes as he drifted down below. Still keeping up in the air, Puck rested over the table where they were seated, smiling down at the two.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Puck said carelessly, giving a small hand gesture as a greeting. "How are you enjoying this fine day?" Puck's natural formalness seemed a bit heavier than usual, probably due to the fact that he was speaking to the principal of their school.
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Post by Q on Feb 3, 2011 23:03:10 GMT -5
((LOL I love how this has been read 68 times and we have four posts... although that's probably my fault; sorry for taking so long to post! D:))
Q greeted Clopin with an absent glance, which immediately returned to the ponderous drumstick before him. The Frenchman sat, though Q did not notice this action despite the bright colors of his companion's garb until Clopin--an observant gypsy--exposed Q's clouded thoughts."A chicken leg?Good monsieur, you must not know what to do, now do you?" Q jerked to attention, his back now stiff with embarrassment. "I-I-I don't know what you are talking about," he attempted to laugh, only stuttering a little, "I'm billions of years old and have eaten the greatest delicacies known to every culture in the universe." His brow working into a number of puzzles, Q fumbled to think of more convincing arguments. "Of course I remember how to eat a chicken leg," he finally muttered.
In this moment, a shadow from above fell over the principal, and he looked up. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," said the voice which belonged to the floating body of the Frenchman's new spouse, Robin Goodfellow, who was also in purple and now a short distance above the long, rectangular cafeteria table at which Q and Clopin sat. The fay gave a small wave, and Q returned it awkwardly, hoping that Puck would not ask questions about his dinnerplate. "How are you enjoying this fine day?" the fay inquired, a heavily formal tone creeping into his nasal voice.
"Divine," replied Q, and as most narcissists do, he chuckled at the joke. "How do things float with you, Puck?"
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Post by Puck on Feb 3, 2011 23:18:48 GMT -5
((ooc: lol It's alright! XD We've all got busy lives sometimes.  )) Puck chuckled, nodding in response to the man's reply. "Just wonderfully, thank you. I presume that you two are getting along just....swimmingly," Puck smirked, glancing beside Q to look over at Clopin knowingly. Knowing the gypsy's slightly overbearing personality, Puck assumed that the two of them were probably having trouble dealing with one another. |
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Post by Clopin on Feb 3, 2011 23:22:30 GMT -5
"Perfectly. It seems that Q is having some...trouble with that chicken leg. Are you sure you haven't eaten something like this before, monsieur? It's quite easy to eat." Clopin said, swiping the plate away from Q for a moment. The gypsy then picked up the chicken leg with his fingers, and nodded to Q.
"That is how you pick up a chicken leg properly, monsieur. Now you try." Clopin said, shoving the plate back towards Q.
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