Eighth Dark Hole [Action]

[cueball]

[At the Graveyard]

[Haha no Scratch isn't crawling out of any coffin. He's going to dirty his clothes, however horrible they may be! He is better than a wriggler, crawling out of the ground. Instead, by his grave there will be a green flash of flickering light. It's not his regular entrance however. The green flashes several times, illuminating the area, and making even weird sound effects that you would hear from a terrible alien movie! However, eventually the green flashes stop and Doc Scratch is now there in his fully black clothed glory!

AND--]

Black isn't my color.

[Yep.]

[Around town]

[After getting over the atrocious wardrobe, he is now on the hunt! Particular for the young ladies, but curse this bad vision of his. Stupid dead moving body. He moves rather slowly though as he finds (and with his hands out like a dumbass no less), but when he does spot someone he'll immediately do the green flash warp thing to get closer and then--]

Ahah!

[Snatch your character and hoist them up! If they flee and get out of his grasp (which shouldn't be hard) he'll definitely try to catch them. If they comply he'll just carry them around, maybe chat until his arms get tired.

And if he realizes that, wait a minute, the person he picked up is a male? He'll drop them down and not even care, giving a half-assed "My mistake" and sulk away. Dude's not a lady.]

Comments

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'd guess so. I'd offer up my condolences on bein' the undead but y'know. Condolences are worth about jack shit on days like these.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Indeed they are, but I feel as though it is fair game to extend them nonetheless. Someone may appreciate it in the long run.

[why hasn't he dropped you yet bro...]

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ the swag sometimes takes people off-guard. ]

Hey man, you want 'em, you got 'em. Tsk tsk, didn't know I picked up such a needy waifu here. Dunno if I'm ready for hypotheticals and technical in-laws, babe.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I am already married to my work. You will need to find someone else, Bro Strider.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

I was the other man all along. Heartbreaking. [ Ahh, but he can't really hold it against the guy. Bro Strider is a bachelor spirit, wild and free. Stallion, lone wolf, rising dragon. ]

So am I gonna have to Kali Ma your ass for bein' all up in my name's business or what?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

I know your name as a result of my omniscience. You are also the keeper of my ectobiological father, so there is that too.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

So I got myself a grandbaby. Guess you're never too young in this day and age, O Bromniscient one. Kinda throws a cold shower on that burgeoning star-crossed romance thing we had goin'.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

In a sense, yes. Yet, I am older than you by millions of years. Funny how paradox space works. Sadly, I do not have a type. If I did you would not be one, much to your dismay I am sure.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Totes to my dismay, look at you all readin' my soul like a dime novel you just found up in your attic. It's tough not bein' an elderly enigmatic's type.

[byakkoyagirl]

It's hard and no one understands?

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

See? Right on through to my sensitive artist's soul and girlish heart. Still not kissin' on the first date, hate to break it to ya.