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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 1:40:45 GMT -8
Out of Character Intro posts: 1 Battle: 5 Style: single judge version: Off
A yacht the size of a football stadium floats seamlessly through the waters off the coast of Creamland. Common navis with curly mustaches and fancy monocles meander the decks holding cocktails, snack cakes, and other fancy delicacies. The tall stacks puffing artificial fumes into the air as the ship tugs along. A small gem in the vast sea.
Of the ships many facilities, including a water park on the bow, was a very fancy dining cafeteria. Complete with buffet! Dainty generic navis peck at food like snoody upper class highschool girls watching their weight.
YO! Who ordered Coq au vin with a side of Escargot and Gorgere!? His coarse voice led one to assume an oaf to be piping up over the subtle tunes of the live band but this flawless pronunciation... how could it be?! Fresh from the kitchen and holding a plate of snails and bread in one hand, and a bowl of chicken in an ugly red sauce in the other. A navi clad in black formal attire with a bow-tie and top by a slick combed over hair, was the busting boss who beats em and deletes and never lets up, Baxter. Somehow, someway, the busting boss found his way onto this dapper boat... As a waiter?!
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 23, 2018 2:02:38 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 4:14:20 GMT -8
Out of Character BATTLE START. SUCKA. [1/5]
The boss of food delivery, who walks and serves and never accepts tips! The waiter Baxter... Casually walks over to the table and delivers BoB his food. Placing each one on the table in a delicate manner befitting a server on this world class raft. Here's your meal, dawg. I hear this snail thing is just da bomb.
He finishes setting each meal down then leans in cartoonishly close and whispers Yo, between you 'n me. You don't look like you belong. What's yo deal? Lotto winner? Friend of the king? One of his hairs droops in front of his face and he slicks it back into place while righting himself and straightening his bow-tie. Awaiting an answer to his totally not invasive question.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 23, 2018 8:45:07 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 16:45:53 GMT -8
Out of Character LOOK AT THESE SICK PLAYS.[2/5]
Baxter looks around the room and quickly sits down. Man I work here! Everyone needs a day job right? How people get so much money is beyond me, man. As the waiter of waiters finishes he hesitantly picks up one of the snails between his index and thumb fingers... Humans eat this? There's no meat here. and puts it back.
With temporal speed Baxter picks up a menu and dives deep into it. Seconds later another waiter walks by. After their passing the menu lowers and rotates, to shield the coming words from stray would-be eavesdroppers. You're not a cop, right? Baxter casually whispers in a hushed manner akin to a child who's trying to not get caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 23, 2018 17:12:15 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 17:34:03 GMT -8
Out of Character [3/5] Baxter sat bewildered, then tapped his name tag. I've even got a name tag, man! It read 'Dopemaster B'. Look yo. I'm not gettin' a dime. I owe some people. It's a complex tale of love and tragedy. He begins to trail off into a story about his past, but BoB is having trouble focusing on it. Out of the window and off into the horizon the builder can see a spec of black in the air off in the distance. ...he loved her.. The spec grew bigger, was it getting closer? What could it be? ..uo ate the duck stone, can you believe it? It was. It appeared to be some kind of flying machine! Another guest perhaps? ...but then forte... What was this guy even talking about? If glancing down BoB would notice the golden data was missing. and that's how I wound up here. Crazy right?
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 23, 2018 18:25:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 19:15:02 GMT -8
Out of Character [4/5]
Complications? Like cops? Cause man. I'm a terrible liar. This one time... Yet again the rambling... Bob stares out of the window at the growing blip... It was maybe a mile off now and growing more rapidly by the tick. ..revolution scientist... Sound could possibly be made out if there wasn't some kind of interference. I blah blah Alpha blah blah but I lost it... Yet even without it the clear shape that the spec was taking made it obvious. It's a helicopter!
As the helicopter approaches a mere football field away two generic heel navis holding bazookas drop out to dangle from the side. They take quick aim and pew pew Two missiles go rocketing towards the ship.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 23, 2018 19:35:55 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 20:10:01 GMT -8
Out of Character [5/5]
Baxter gathered himself while BoB dragged him along. The boss' dapper work uniform covered in specs of dust. The two make it into the kitchen in time to hear two more loud booms and a loud *creeeeeeeeak from the ship bowels. Maaan that sounds bad. Like beatdown from me bad.
*KABOOOOM* Another large explosion rattles the ship. Sending the duo flying from one end of the kitchen to the other. It is I! Dio! Deny me a ticket, eh?! Well I'll show you! I'll eat those crab rangoons if its the last thing you do! A nasally voice booms from the deck outside.
Baxter jumps to his feet and dusts himself off. Never! Those are too delicious for such a poser! Come on guy! The busting boss gestures to BoB and runs to the deck where the noise had come from. Grabbing a chair from the dining room as he runs.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 23, 2018 21:04:50 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 27, 2018 7:02:30 GMT -8
Out of Character [6/5] I also decided to make this single judge instead of freestyle BECAUSE BOB CALLED ME OUT. BRING IT. BOB.
JUST TODAY ON A DISTANT BOAT. I, DIO, THE BAZOOKA MASTER OF BIG BOOMS UNLEASHED AN UNSPEAKABLE BLAST. BUT, A FOOLISH DOPEMASTER WIELDING A SICK CHAIR STEPPED FORTH TO OPPOSE ME... Dios voice, harsh and brutal as his favored weapon, rang out over the boat. His heel navi frame tinted a heavy black. The only unique feature about the navi being a curly red beard.
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There is an awkward moment while Baxter and BoB hesitate to attack, waiting for the heel navi to finish his sentence... but it never comes. So Baxter being the boss he his makes the first move. Lunging to the evil-doer to deliver a brutal overhead chair smash!
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 27, 2018 17:23:27 GMT -8
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Post by Shast on Sept 30, 2018 20:27:42 GMT -8
Out of Character BLALUAHLHALHALUAHLUAHHUAGHLG The heel navi makes a horrible noise that still sounds amazing. As if performed by a legendary voice actor who was taken away too soon. YO GET SOME, DIO! Baxter chimes in, not wanting to get one upped by BoB.
The blow complete the heel navis head explodes into bits of data but the body remains! it collapses onto the deck of the boat in a lifeless heep. Satisfied, Baxter turns around and reaches into his pocket to finally pull out 'dat data' that BoB was sent here for. Yet as he is about to pull it out the body springs to life! Turning into a giant Ride Armor with a small virus that looks likes Vile appearing out of nowhere to ride it! FOOOOOLS! it pipes up with the same legendary voice as before. The ride armor roars into action firing several blasts at Baxters backside. Flinging him off of the boat and into the water. NOT COOOOoooooooooo.... *splewsh*
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