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Post by Kuro on Jul 22, 2012 12:12:56 GMT -5
Theodore had been rather appalled by the boy's primitive language. Did he not know of the different tenses and the word "is"? He cared naught for the giant posterior and other guests, muttering only an "I say" to the boy's liberal use of the word "buttocks". The antics and introductions did not affect him much; he only kept their names in mind, nothing else very important, wot.
The sudden appearance of the Magic Man was, however, rather significant. He seemed like a character who Theodore could be rather friendly with, although he did not exactly appreciate the fireball thrown at him. He casually floated out of the way and just watched as the Magic Man made a nice rumpus in tr castle. He heard the Sleepy Milk Girl's offer, but chose not to accept it. No, he had a satisfactory view of the situation at where he was. So, there he would float, not being very useful at all for the moment.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 23, 2012 23:13:48 GMT -5
He watched with mirth as the others in the hall spoke and talked and spoke about talking about speaking. He always loved these dinner shows, and he wondered if it was a murder mystery, those were always the best. The arrival of the Magic Man was not viewed much differently, and he was under the impression that it was all part of the show. Thusly when the burning bolts were fired at Clem the orange tree, they hit him directly in the Clem the orange tree.
"Fruity."
He promptly burst into flames. Deadly flames of fire which would in all likelihood would actually probably kill him to death by burning. It was no laughing matter, though it was pretty fruity. He just stood there regardless as the flames quickly engulfed his person.
"Well'm naw 'sa dry heed. T'aint s'bad s'am u'd this dawn Flarda, makes'er good juicin' wedder. Say naw' wit remide me."
Promptly doubling over, it seemed like the flames were finally taking their toll on him, and soon he would not remain in this world among the living. Only that didn't happen. His whole body convulsed for a few seconds, before he retched orange liquid from the slice of a mouth in his head, all over his burning body. It was pulpy, it was sugary, it was part of a balanced breakfast and it put out the flames along with soaking his shirt. That was ok though because it was a Hawaiian shirt, and it is virtually impossible to stain those things or get them noticeably dirty.
"T'urnt good 'fer bidness bean'na far, spook'sa chillun."
On the one hand he was inclined to believe that maybe being set on fire by the Magic Man was not just a technical mishap on behalf of the show, but on the other hand, he was unaware of what he could actually do to help or stop anything. If the enemy was scurvy, well, he was the man to see. But in truth he was not considerably more amazing than any other sentient talking orange tree. No, it was a lot better and easier just to continue pretending it was all still part of the show.
Of course, he could always sue somebody if things got to far out of hand.
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Post by CJ on Jul 24, 2012 22:37:36 GMT -5
"Oh! Sir Barkley!" Princess Bubblegum exclaimed when he took the burning spell for her.
The fair maiden went to assist him. She was careful to not let her long bubblegum hair cover his small form. There was a fierce determination on her face. She seemed to know something about the situation that she wasn't saying right away.
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Randall started to scream. Though the sound was not coming from Randall's mouth. It was coming from Magic Man. It was as though the boy existed inside of the mysterious conjurer and outside in his physical form.
"Sprite Knight Squirrel! Why you bite head! Hurt so bad!"
Magic Man flailed his arms and legs as his head was clenched in the squirrel's teeth. He kicked his legs up to dodge Bree's axe swings. Tears swelled in his eyes.
"Ah! Stop weapon from hitting now, hyoooman! Why brave heroes so mean?"
Randall started to clap.
"Ah ha, ahahahahaha!" he laughed with a flamboyant air. "I love all of my new friends! Not! Sleepy girls and worms and ghosts and butts and clementines are stupid!"
The boy danced around and waved his newly elongated fingers unnaturally. The wolf hat on his head became almost alive as it fluffed and poofed magically. He certainly looked distracted in his dance. If anyone was willing to do something, now would likely be the time.
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Post by Kuro on Jul 26, 2012 21:52:00 GMT -5
Theodore was rather disgusted by the exteremely unsanitary and yet perfectly sanitary ritual of dowsing oneself in their own juices. It was a paradox of cleanliness, and it somewhat bothered him. It did not bother him nearly as much as the sight of the joyful Randall did. It was obvious that the Magic Man and Randall had switched bodies, but that did not matter to the ghost. What did matter was that there was a child frolicking and that no one was doing anything about it. Theodore would be the one to take care of such an issue, though; He had no problem with doing such a thing, especially since everyone else was busy. It would have been rude and inconsiderate to ask them to do something else as well.
Theodore floated over to Randall's jolly body and picked it up, floating upwards and carrying the boy with him.
"Excuse me sir, but I must ask of you to bear with me for a moment. For you see, I have the desire to see your youthful body writhe in pain. I do hope you understand."
He had been floating up and up as he had said that, and by the time he had finished talking, he was almost to the ceiling.
"Ta-ta, young master."
And with that, the ghost promptly dropped him and looked down to see the results of his hopefully fruitful efforts.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 28, 2012 23:50:56 GMT -5
"Well'm naw, tain't verra nass t'be sliggen naym surround affer we'd upp'n dun c'mup 'ere naw'count s'at invide inner furs plays."
Clem seemed mildly offended at the name calling of Randall towards most everyone else there. He was a busy tree in the off days, so to come all the way up here only to be set on fire and insulted, was not his idea of a day well-spent. Maybe the ghost fellow would make things more interesting however, make it worth the trip.
"Summun mide wanna git a tarp ora leedsa buget'n mob on a keeunt a that boi's gun mayka ride miss s'awn the flar. I reckin itul lug lak a rodden tumadur awn the trag affer Indy Fide-hunned."
It was true, somebody probably should get something to mitigate the mess that would ensue after the boy hit the floor. Somebody else to be precise, this was not his castle, it was not his boy, and it would not be his mess to clean up.
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Post by CJ on Aug 1, 2012 20:53:44 GMT -5
Magic Man made loud grunts as he struggled in the gigantic squirrel's mouth.
"No good to be evil Magic Man. I no like his hat. Not fluffy wolf hat. I know you squirrel don't like either but please no eat my head with it. Bad, bad beast!"
The strange man squirmed and whimpered slightly, looking down at Derpina and Barkley with big, teary eyes.
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"You know," Randall began as Theodore brought him up, "this isn't the first time I've seen a ghost. That ghost wasn't very happy. You see, when I say I've seen a ghost, I really mean, I've caused a ghost. Ha HA!"
The boy let out a happy "WEEEEE!" as he fell to his apparent doom. Though he didn't go splat, like Theodore might have intended. Instead, he simply floated there, hovering with the same giddy smile. It was as though he were rolling around on a giant, invisible, fluffy pillow.
"I haven't had this much fun since I sent that tiny mushroom village to another dimension! Say, you there, Mandarin!"
Randall twisted around in the air and pointed directly at Clem.
"You need a speech therapist. No one knows what you're saying! Not even FIRE could cure that terrible voice. Here, from the goodness of my heart! Away!"
A spark shot out from Randall's finger, summoning a purple colored crocodile. It emerged from the firework poof in a terrifying fashion. Immediately it went to dig its teeth into Clem's delicious Vitamin C enriched skin.
"That's quite honestly the best one I could find! Lucky for you! And for you, Ghost! A present for the happy ride!"
One of the candy people, a cute gumdrop, suddenly began to shiver and morphed into a typical household vacuum cleaner. The other candy people screamed and ran as the vacuum cleaner rolled toward Theodore. It powered on and started to suck the air around the ghost. Noticeably the ghost would be pulled toward it as well.
Randall kept laughing as he twisted around and around in the air. He zapped his wolf hat and took it off, revealing a cute tuff of stark, black hair. He giggled madly at this trick, which to some might seem as though he had merely taken off Randall's hat. Indeed, the boy had not taken off his hat before to reveal otherwise.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 4, 2012 22:57:27 GMT -5
"Tain't nufun srong widda ways I tog. I reggon the probbems widda way you here."
Clem seemed largely unfazed by the insults of the Magic Man. He was a strong, beautiful, independent black woman who didn't need no man. The crocodile though, that might put a damper on his day. While he was no real match for the Magic Man however, he seemed to actually move from his cross-limbed leaning on the wall, to adopt some sort of battle ready pose with his branches out to the sides.
"Soer anser'da probbem'sa gader? Well'm naw we gos pleny a gaders dawn ol' Flarda, resser 'em up good s'alla time!"
With that Clem approached, slowly pacing side to side with the intention to throw off his reptilian friend. Once the crocodile went to lunge or bite at him however, he aimed to lunge to the side and avoid the actual bite. It was his intent that the crocodile would go to bite for him and narrowly miss due to his lunge. Then with its face right near him, it was a small matter to simply jump and hoist himself over its head to lay on top.
At that point he could simply wrap his branches around its mouth and start growing them around and around to close it shut. It would be a wild ride if he could manage to be sure, but this was not the first time he had dealt with alligators. Or crocodiles. Whatever.
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Post by Neurotick on Aug 10, 2012 0:07:20 GMT -5
Bree leaned on her axe and pouted with frustration. Magic Man wasn't fighting back and was talking completely differently, kind of like the human boy that was...did he just do a bunch of magic like not falling and summoning an alligator out of thin air and turning a candy person into a vacuum?
"What the heck are you doing wolf boy!? That is completely un-awesome and not like a hero with a wolf hat should be!" Bree pointed at the Magic Man, "I mean, you're acting more like this total trash-munch...er..."
Bree had to think long and hard about that for a second. Magic Man was acting like the wolf boy, and the wolf boy was acting like Magic Man. There was definitely something going on here.
If Wikuwi were here he would probably know exactly what was going on. Bree scratched her head, being very careful to avoid Wikuwi's resting spot. Magic Man...was acting like wolf boy...and wolf boy...was acting like...Magic Man...
Clem was fighting at alligator, Sir Barkley (why did that name sound so familiar? He couldn't be...) was probably on fire, Mr. Ghost thing was being chased by a vacuum, the bed girl was falling asleep maybe or something, Princess Bubblegum was totally at Magic Man's mercy, but Magic Man was acting like wolf boy, and wolf boy was...
"OH MY LOG," Bree shouted when she suddenly realized that, "MAGIC MAN IS TOTES DOING SOMETHING WEIRD HERE. AND WOLF BOY IS A BIG MEANIE."
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Post by Kuro on Aug 10, 2012 8:46:04 GMT -5
"Hm? Caused a ghost, eh? Well, it seems as if you are becoming more and more likable with each passing second, sir. Oh, is that a vaccum cleaner? I - HRRBBBEFFFFEBBBER
The ghost lost his composure when he started being sucked into the horrible little device and tried as hard as he could to escape from it, which resulted in the ghost flying all around the room with the vaccum cleaner on its tail - literally. He paid no attention to the other events conspiring in the room and focused on the vacuum cleaner that was trying to suck it up. He was now flying all over the room in a rather fast and haphazard fashion, the vacuum cleaner attached to his tail flinging around the the very real possibility of hitting someone, hopefully in the head. Yes, imagine if he could hit them all in the had with the vacuum cleaner, everyone unconscious. Then again, if it wasn't for the vacuum cleaner, this would have been an entertaining display, what with things like killer crocogators and what not.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Aug 14, 2012 23:18:35 GMT -5
"Well this doesn't look right at all," muttered Smarts as he watched the wolf boy spin his word, creating a weird vortex thing that began sucking everything up. Being a God though, he just floated a few feet back to avoid absorption.
Nevertheless, this didn't look like it would end well. He didn't know why he was even interested in this whole fiasco anyway, and there was where the problem was.
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Post by CJ on Aug 18, 2012 21:13:45 GMT -5
"What are you doing to that therapist I worked so hard to get for you!" Randall shouted at Clem. "I'll just get you another one!"
With a magic twist of his finger, another identically shaped and sized crocodile appeared next to Clem and his currently subdued beast... but this time it was an alligator! Things were getting more accurate as the boy's evil went on.
Randall looked up at Smarts, who had been ignored until this point. He grinned wildly. There was no fear in his eyes.
"Tell me, Man o' God, how many holes does it take to get to being holy?" he asked. "Well, let's find out!"
Randall contorted and bent over. He pointed at Smarts from between his legs and shot three sparkling missiles at him. They aimed to burn holes straight through the God figure. These particular attacks were stronger than most of the things Randall threw out before. Perhaps the being using the boy's guise expected more from Smarty than anyone else.
Meanwhile, the vacuum that was chasing Theodore was losing its power. It whirred and moved slowly to a halt and shut off.
Randall would keep up his antics until someone or something attacked him...
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Magic Man was starting to cry, still stuck in the giant squirrel's mouth. He sniffled terribly and blubbered to Bree.
"I want death than be Magic Man. Tell evil, mean Squirrel to bite head off now. I so sad. So sad. Why life so bad."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 20, 2012 9:51:03 GMT -5
"Well'm naw thissun even faren more! Ana boot, thatn even areel gader not no way'n not no how! T'urnt a leggin it reavers-a-ways onna side a this a here feller."
If the Magic Man could steal people's bodies and spawn large vicious reptiles at will, then why were they even trying to combat his magical antics in the first place? It seemed like it would be much easier to simply lie down and accept defeat. Or death, whatever hurt less.
"Yonaw fer a... Magic Man... he's bowdas dumb 'sa bag a hammers, and penny biggity asides!"
When Clem got it into his orange to actually forget about the others for one minute and think only about himself like he always should, he took the chance to examine his own situation. It dawned upon him that whether or not the Magic Man had half a brain to know about crocs and gators, there were still two large and apparantly ornery ones in the immediate vicinity. Clem had a handle on one, but the other looked to be just as footloose as the first when it came to making friends. Or victims, the two were more or less the same.
It was time for this orange tree to take things into his own branches. With the crocs mouth tied up solely by his limbs, Clem could manage to get a good footing with his flower pots. Once on solid ground, Clem focused all the cellulose he could into his roots so that they began to overgrow the pots acting as shoes and started to lodge into the floor. After sufficiently anchoring himself, in one massive and monumental effort he attempted to lift the big croc up and over his head as he leaned back, aiming to suplex it into the alligator with a big crash. Clearly he was not prepared for this however, and in overexerting himself there was much creaking and snapping to be heard from his wooden body.
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