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[teetheyes]

[His voice bellows from the speakers with a crisp tone.]

Is this thing on--that's better.

[The nightmare clears his throat, then whistles a melody.]

Here's a little song I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note.

Don't worry. Be happy.

In every life we have some trouble, when you worry you make it double.

Don't worry. Be happy. Don't worry, be happy now.

Woooo ooo ooo ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooo ooo ooo ooooh...

Wooh ooh ooh ooo ooo ooo ooooh...

Wooh ooh ooh ooo ooooh.

[ooc: Blame this. Cori will be singing the entire song over and over and over from a state of the art karaoke system on the roof of their apartment building. Please join in if your characters wish to battle the Dust Witch. I'm sorry Poly. ((Halted due to a wrestle by midnight!))]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Try me!

[GRECO ROMAN GRAPPLE TECHNIQUE.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

YOU-

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

YOU...!

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

There's the conscious kick.

...

I am not going to play stupid this time in regards to what had just happened.

1/2

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Bloodied nose and lip, but nothing broken for once.]

.....

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm still the better fighter.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

You're bleeding more.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I handled you, the witch, the witch's master, and carried a tune all at once.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Three mouths, two hands.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And none of yours sewn shut.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Christ.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's what I thought. Are you going to clean me up or not, old man?

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Demanding, aren't we.

[getting a handtowel]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I think I deserve it.

[Shades off to be wiped down.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Sure, then.

[tosses handtowel in his face!]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[BLINDED! Briefly.]

Bastard.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[RETURN FIRE + TACKLE.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

!!!

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[THUMP!]

You almost had me, mate!

[Wrestles back, trying to top Cori!]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm going to have you.

[Oh 'noooooooooo' John's on top.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

'Fraid I have you.

[QUICK TICKLE HIS FEET]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The harsh reality of being sandmade; not prone to being ticklish. Quite good at locking his legs around a magus' neck though.]

Nice try.

[Hand to hair, face to.... John knows the drill, personally.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

...

[A certain pot in a certain museum comes to mind, yes?]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Just like that, old man.

[But blonde hair is much nicer to stroke.]