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Skyblue couldn't believe his luck! Normally when people had their shoes barfed upon, they freaked out, went on a tirade, and generally made the puker's life miserable until they felt their anger had been satisfactorily communicated. Instead, all he'd gotten was a half-assed anger-laced greeting.

Now, Skyblue wasn't a complete idiot, so he made good on Asa's suggestion that he go away. However, he decided that his current dress necessitated a heroic outfit swap, so instead of going to the rest of the staff he disappeared from whence Asa had come. Through the halls he scampered, moving for a locker room where he kept a couple spare changes of clothes at the ready. After a speedy shower he jumped into his clothes and headed for the roof, stopping briefly at a storage closet to pick up a bit of equipment.

Upon the edge of the roof sat Skyblue, a seat cushion pilfered from storage under him and a pair of heat-vision binoculars likewise pilfered and active in his hands. His mask's long-distance hearing function switched on, and from afar he began to monitor the capture the flag event.

Not much of interest happened at first. One of the kids called Asa "Miss Pukeshoes", which earned side-splitting laughter from Skyblue - he was glad he'd opted to sit away from the game - but everything else simply proceeded as it had in the past. Skirmishing, rushed plans, and simple fights. Nothing was of specific interest to Skyblue.

That is, until a kid faceplanted at high velocity, then began spewing something hot from his mouth. The vomit club gains another member, huh? The kid's next action surprised Skyblue: the kid fired off a heat ray mid-crash. The binoculars suddenly lit up in a straight line, burning a temporary line across Skyblue's vision. He watched one student grabbed two others and threw them out of the way. Those two kids, they're something special, Skyblue noted. He'd ask Mako or someone about them later. For now, though, Skyblue had a show to watch and a retina burn to blink away.
Can say I'm not a big fan of fourth wall stuff in RPs at least. ^^;

... Also trying to work out what I'm going to post now, I've really hit a wall. Any recommendations? ^^;


When Skyblue hits a wall, he breaks it. Food for thought.

I recommend writing a sentence in character. Just one sentence. Read it. Consider how it changes the scene. Then, from there, follow that change where you feel your character would take it. It doesn't have to be a big thing. Just go with it.
Interesting how people immediately assume that Skyblue has an established history of being an alcoholic and this isn't just a one-night go-out-and-get-smashed deal.

Which it was.

And please, consult me before you start reminiscing about all the years your character has known Skyblue. He's been there a year, maybe two. He's surprised he's lasted even THAT long as a teacher.

Come on, guys. You don't need to rewrite my character's backstory. His antics tend to be fresh and exiting, not the same thing over and over. And just to clarify, I'm not mad about this, just mildly amused at the variety of interpretations.
Funny, I've been waiting for you to move things forward all day. Well, actually I've been sitting through meaningless meetings all day but you get the idea.

Skyblue's in a state of shock and is going to just suck it up and weather the righteous wrath he is sure will follow. You have the initiative.
@tipssyCalibrator

Seems you missed my breaks back into reality. Skyblue only bumped into Asa at 0.25 miles per hour. For reference, the average walking speed for an adult is 2 miles per hour. The "full force of the impact" would be about 1.6 lbs if I did my math right.
@tipssyCalibrator Unless you want 20 posts of, "He stopped what he was doing and looked at the mysterious lady, wondering what was about to happen," you can probably get on with it. lol.


This is how one stops what they're doing and looks at a mysterious lady.
The world was spinning too fast.

Normally a man like Skyblue wouldn't be worried about the world spinning. After all, men had evolved to stay anchored to the spinning behemoth. No, this was something entirely new and menacing, and those kids over there needed to be saved. Skyblue ran as fast as he could - which, presently, was a shambling stumble - to warn them of the impending danger, not once wondering why none of them seemed to notice what would normally be quite obvious.

Closer and closer he drew, the miles of field between him and his quarry melting away before his blistering speed - in his still-sleep-ridden mind, at least. As he prepared to make the last final leap, a purple monstrosity suddenly showed up in his path! It was too late for him to correct his course, though, so he braced himself for impact.

As the final meters were crossed, the beast roared a warm invitation to do battle. Wait, 'warm'? queried Skyblue's addled mind moments before the final impact. The world shook, unable to continue its spinning under the sheer force of Skyblue colliding with the monster at a breathtaking quarter of a mile per hour. Stars flew before Skyblue's eyes, surely a sign of the monster's magical blasts flying past him harmlessly. He grappled the beast to prevent its escape - his hand settling onto the woman's shoulder for support - and felt a sudden sting - as sensation returned to his thorn-torn body.

Poison!

Skyblue had to get it out of his system. The longer it stayed, the more likely his doom - and then who would save those children? Warning sirens wailed in his ears as he forced himself to experience nausea. The world spun once more, but he wouldn't let go no matter how hard it tore him from the monster - his body bent forward with his hand still holding the woman in purple for support. And then, finally... Purification.

Skyblue heaved for a good five seconds straight as the foul substance that would have destroyed him poured from his mouth... and onto the feet of a woman. That's strange, he thought. What happened to the monster? He slowly righted himself, trying to make sense of what had just taken place, and idly used the cloth held in hand to wipe the last of the vile substance from his mask. Realization slowly dawned upon him as he looked up from the soiled purple cloth.

"Oh, shit."

@tipssyCalibrator
"Aaaaugh, my heaaad..."

From the tall weeds to one side of the field came the tortured moan of a man who'd had a long night. Some light rustling followed, with a few high clinks hinting at the presence of glass bottles. The rustling abruptly stopped as a blue helmet poked through the top of the veil of weeds.

Shakily, the helmet continued to rise. A muscular torso immediately followed the helmet, attached to it via a thick neck. Small red marks decorated the now-visible upper body of the helmeted man, likely a product of thorns somewhere in the weeds.

The helmet looked left, then right, then up, searching to get a bearing. Finally, the visor zeroed in on the motley group forming across the field from it, and the helmet and torso began to sway unsteadily through the weeds toward those gathered. As it reached the edge of the patch of weeds, a pair of legs, equal in build to the torso and likewise scratched, became visible. So did the pair of light blue boxers patterned with pink hearts that adorned them.

Fully revealed to the world, the shabbily dressed figure continued upon his path toward the group. He seemed to be slowly getting steadier upon his feet as he approached, but no improvement seemed imminent for his wardrobe.
@Cu Chulainn
You vomit eagles at your opponent. The eagles trail red and white stripes like nyan cat.
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