Myst was new to the school and so they had some one meet up with her, or rather her mother and father paid extra to have some one meet up with her and show her around. So Myst followed the person that they had sent. He showed her the classes area and some other things before Myst got tired and groaned.
"Alright look... Just cause mom and dad paid you doesn't mean a thing. Take me to my dorm please." "Uh... Uhm Alright... But I should tell you... You are sharing your room with another student." "Alright..."
So there Myst stood in front of the door to her dorm room. She opened the door with the key that the person had given her. She yawned a little and carried some of her stuff in leaving the door open. As she looked around the room it seemed to be decorated in plushies and variouse things that she her self liked. The amount of plushies laying around helped Myst decide that her room mate must be a girl. That would make her parents happy.
"God did they need to send me with all these b- oh wait those are my plushies!"
Myst picked up one box and giggled at her self as she marched into her room with it. Some of her other boxes were left outside the open door. Myst wore tight blue capri's and a black tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her ears and tail were allowed to hang out. Around her neck was her charm necklace and laying on her bed was a few boxes and her Atlantian staff.
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 13, 2007 21:43:26 GMT -5
Bob knew he would have a roommate by the end of the day, but he diddn't know who. He had had a VERY exhausting day, fighting a villain the Delta Flight Team was too busy to take care of. He needed a nice, relaxing game of Dead Rising to take his mind off of things. That, and some pockey. That'd hit the spot really well. Then he reached the door.
It was unlocked. He opened it, and nearly crapped himself.
He was wearing his standard black longsleeve shirt, red jeans, and purple shades, with black biker boots, as he walked into the room.
"Holy shit...it's you...from Metro-Con."
Then he noticed he was standing near one of several plushies that had been put up next to his, and it was one of his most feared objects.
Vulpix. A pokemon. It wanted his SOUL!
He stepped away, nervously glancing at it, but keeping his cool.
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 13, 2007 22:06:28 GMT -5
"Err...wait...I diddn't come here to flirt..."
He removed the holster his two guns always sat on, and plopped it on his desk. He looked at his pile of "Duplicate" plushies, the one with a blanket thrown over it. His bed. Spent so much on games, anime, and plushies that he couldn't afford a real bed. He yawned, looking at it, then looked away.
"It looks like I'm your new room mate. Ah, well. Someone was bound to find out I'm a closet nerd, anyway."
He let out a sigh.
"By the way, it's Napalm, not Nuke."
Suddenly, the compuer on the desk came to life, shouting out at him.
Bob! BOB! We've got a problem! Psyche is holding it back, but Misido is trying to flood New York!
"Or...I guess you can call me Bob."
He walked over to the computer, and let out a sigh.
"George, you know I can't help with that....water and I don't mix.....I get wet, my powers go poof."
GET THE HELL DOWN HERE! WE NEED YOU NOW!
There was a crashing noise from the speakers.
Never mind. big Freeze just....errr....killed Misido. Sorry to bug you. Bye, Bob!
Bob slumped in his chir, pulled out a DVD from a drawer, and wheeled the chair in front of the TV. He turned it on, stuck the disk in the DVD player, and Sailor Moon filled the screen. He let out a sigh, then spoke.
"Alright, just tell me what you want where, and you can sit and watch T.V. I won't touch the Pokemon plushies, though. They......scare me."
Myst blinked as Robert corrected the name she had gotten wrong. She jumped a little as some sound came from the computer and there was a mention of weird names. Then Robert said that she could call him bob. This was all rather confusing. She blinked a little and He finished talking to the computer mentioning something about him and water not getting along. She smirked a little thinking up so many tricks. Bob put in a DVD of sailor moon and this made Myst smile. She liked that show. For a moment she felt bad for thinking that Robert was supposed to be a girl but honestly... so many plushies? For a boy? Oh well. Bob said she could sit and watch t.V. and he would bring some of her stuff in, just so long as he didn't have to touch any pokemon plushies. At this Myst's ears and tail stiffened. A smirk spreading accross her lips.
So he was her new room mate, and he didn't like something she had much of. Hehe this had to be fate. She picked up a cute little vulpix plushie and started to slowly walk towards him.
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 13, 2007 22:31:58 GMT -5
"Get it away! Gaaaah!" He jumped. High. He landed on top of the entertainment center, sort of curling up in the corner it was in. He was having VIVID flashbacks. Back to his childhood.
He was only seven yaers old. His father had brought home some kind of turtle....that shot water from its mouth. All it could say was "Squirtle". It came from some alternate dimension, that George had opened a portal to while training. It hated Bob with a passion.
Being shot with water was bad enough. It nuetralized Bob's powers until he drip-dried.
But this damn thing shot it like a fire hose, and it was also immune to Bob's powers.
Bob had calmed down a bit, and gotten down. He explained. He wouldn't be able to hide much from this girl, after all.
"Sorry. Childhood trauma. My brother can open portals.....and he brought this little "Squirtle" thing out of one. It tortured me....because I'm half fire-elementa, and water makes me lose my powers. Add in the fact that the thing shot it out like a fire hose, and it was a traumatic childhood."
He scoweled slightly, inching toward his guns, hopeing against hope she would get the damn thing away. If she diddn't, he would start shooting Pokemon plushies.
She said and giggled at him. She smirked and tossed the plushie down onto her bed.
"Well... If it was a water pokemon you probably won't like me..."
Another wicked smirk crossed her lips. She did a little thing with her hands and a bunch of water butterflies began to circle him. It was only teasing. She wouldn't use her powers to soak him, maybe just annoy him.
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 13, 2007 22:59:25 GMT -5
"I don't mind water mages too much. As long as they aren't trying to kill me. So don't try and kill me, and we'll get along fine....and I think I can cope with the plushies. They aren't going to try and kill me."
He looked around, noting that SHE had a bed. The staff could give HER one, but he coudn't get one for himself.
"I hate the staff....SO....much. Thy gave YOU a bed, but I get to sleep on a freaking pile of plushies.....wait a sec....butterflies?"
he looked at one flying in front of his face, and it landed on his nose. He was soaking wet, suddenly, and sputtered a bir. Surprisingly, he smirked.
"Nice one. That must be GREAT for a laugh. You like pranks? Cause I think I've got one in mind......"
Myst blinked. She looked over at the bed and blushed a little. She thought everyones parents got their beds sent to their rooms.
"Actually that was curtesy of my Mom and dad. They paid money to have this put in here and to have some guy show me around."
She turned to look over at Robert just as one of the butterflys she had made landed on his nose and broke. She went wide eyed. She had dropped her focus on NOT letting that happen. He smirked and she began laughing at him as the rest of the butterflies (About 3 others) landed on him with a splash. She began giggling and her tail flicked around behind her. She smiled at him.
"Pranks are fun...but I hadn't meant for that first one to fall on you... See what happens when you make me lose focus!"
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 13, 2007 23:22:10 GMT -5
"Your parents got you that? I wish MINE had gotten ME a bed. Ah, well. They can't very well do that from another plane of existance....ah well. I sleep over there."
He smirked, pointing at the pile of plushies. Tey were all plushies he had two or more of, and the pile was at least as high as her bed, if not higher.
"I know it's weird....but...yeah. Better than sleeping on the floor."
He tilted his hades a bit, then smirked.
"About that prank.....you feel like helping? I think it's a good one. Come take a look at this..."
He booted up a file on his computer, one showing the Academy's plumbing system.
"We put orange paint in this pipe here...the one that leads into the sprinklers fo the front lawn of the dorms. As soon as we get the pain in there, I run into the front lawn, fire my guns a few times to get everyone outside, and then I fly off, while you activate the sprinklers.......sounds like fun, eh?"
Myst blinked and looked from her bed to his. She raised a brow. His bed must have been very uncomfortable. Well Bob continued to talk about this prank he had thought up. Myst raised her brow and looked at him like he was stupid. The brown haired cat girl stood up and walked away from the computer.
"So... Let me get this straight. You want to put paint in the sprinkler system... and gather a crowd of innocent people then turn on the sprinklers."
She paused and started laughing.
"That is the stupidest prank I have ever heard of. Your plan is flawed in so many directions I don't know where to start."
She would finish unpacking her boxes on her bed and then go back out into the hall and get the rest of them. She began to unpack those.
"First off lets start with the plans you have on your computer. If some one searches the rooms and things to find the culprit or culprits they will find that. Something tells me you aren't the brightest flame in the fire. Second... Although I would wear gloves when I turned the little doohicky chances of some other sort of DNA not being found down there is slim... If you haven't noticed... I have a tail and ears. I shead fur alot. Also... The idea of sprinklers squirting orange paint on other students... tells me you want to earn a life time of ass kickings."
She set up a few more plushies and glanced at the guns he had.
"And your Devil may Cry fetish is a little out of date don't you think? Having replicas of Dante's guns is rather sad... Its like a child playing with one of those toy guns."
Her tail swished around behind her. She picked up a few plushies and put them in a box. Obviously not wanting to finish unpacking right away. It had been a rather long day for her. She picked up her staff and slipped it under her bed before she jumped onto it.
"So... Yea... Flawed plan... planned out by a 5 year old with plastic guns. Something I want to jump into? I don't think so."
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 14, 2007 21:41:17 GMT -5
"Good to know you're not an idiot. I might ACTUALLY ask you for help with something. Also, don't insult my guns. Anyway, that's a test my brother uses. If you had thought it was good, you'd have been a moron."
Bob was a jerk, and he knew it. He DID have fun with it, though. He slumped in the chair, and picked up his guns, spinning one on his finger, and turning. He fired one shot, and a Sailor Moon plushie from his pile exploded. He wasn't enough of a jerk to blow away a girl's plushie, though. He had destroyed his own as a demonstration.
"Plastic guns my ass...."
He blew on the smoking barell, and the began to clean the guns, oiling the barells and then putting them away, leaving them on the desk in the gunbelt. Then he stood up, walking over to her boxes.
"Just tell me what you want, and where you want it. I'll unpack for you."
As myst lay back on her bed her eyes closed and she began twitching her foot and playing weird music in her mind. She stopped and opened her eyes hearing the gun go off. She sat up in her bed and looked over at Robert. She eyed him and looked at the blown up plushie. That gun shot was pretty loud. For one whose ears are as sencitive as hers she felt a small headach growing from that sound. He stood up and told her that he would unpack for her. This didn't settle right because the only things she hadn't unpacked yet were a few books, plushies and her clothes. The latter seemed to be more embarrising if seen since the clothes that she hadn't unpacked were her delicates. Since he had chosen to show off she felt it only right that he get smacked down to earth... Perhaps by a water ball or two.
Water formed in her hand and she smirked looking at him.
"I can finish it on my own. I am not that much of a princess... But... For that lovely shot I will give you a cool down."
The waterball flew and hit him in the chest soaking him from head to toe. Some brown locks had come lose from her scrunchies hold and now coverd one eye. She blew her hair out of her face and smirked.
"I have one rule... I don't like people touching my things."
Post by Robert Gray on Aug 14, 2007 22:12:03 GMT -5
He sputtered a bit, then smirked.
"Alright, already, just trying to help. Jeez."
He was dripping wet. He grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, and dried his hands enough to generate a small flame to dry himself off. Within a minute or two, he was dry, but his powers wer still dampened, so to speak. He could only generate a little bit of fire.
He slumped back in his chair, watching the anime unfold on the T.V.
Sailor moon was getting her ass kicked, because she always waited until the last minute to actually fire off the moon tiara magic thingy. It made him laugh when she got hit upside the head time after time.
"I don't get it, why doesn't she just open the fight with the tiara thingy? It always kills the monster right off, and it would save them a LOT of trouble."
"Gee.... Perhaps because this is a childrens show and they like stringing out the heroics for the kids."
Myst loved Sailor moon and would be watching it if she wasn't busy thinking about chucking another water ball around. She sits up and pulls out a box from under her bed. She pulls out a portable CD player and puts some odd looking headpones on her cat ears. The volume was up pretty loud and it sounded like Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry. This was only confirmed by her mumbling.
"Hey, Your a crazy bitch but you fuck so good I'm on top of it..."
Her head bobbed aroundand her tail twitched around intune with the beat.