Milli ~ recovery - day 5

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing spent a large part of the day sleeping... big lazy bum.

Beowulf seems to have slipped out of the room, but that's okay, Natalie's looking for him.

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The Trips are wandering around, looking for a better-suited room to their tastes. Not that the room they were given is horrible, but they do like their tree-house better.
They see a door that is ajar. They push the door open and see a large man on the bed. They talk quietly amongst themselves. They invite themselves in quietly. They spot the bag in the corner and go over to it. They see weapons.

[i_vanquish_evil]

They probably also immediately feel the harsh glare of the man who used to be in the bed, but is now standing over them, wondering exactly what they are doing.

He doesn't speak, he just glares. And they probably don't want to mess with the weapons.

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Shock feels glaring on her shoulder. She looks up, her jaw drops, and she pokes her brother Lock on the back of the head.
He hisses as quietly as he can.
"What. I'm trying to get the sword out!"
Shock points up.
Lock's face now looks much like Shock's. He talks in a normal, even tone.
"Barrel. Put. Those. Away. NOW."
"Shut up Lock, you're gonna wake up that- Oh. Um." Barrel hands over a ninja star he had just put in his pocket. He smiles, nodding.
"We'll just go then?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He nods. And he is still rather intimidating, even in faded sweat pants and no shirt.

"Good plan." He takes the ninja star that isn't a ninja star at all, it's actually a blade that fits onto the handle of the Tojo blades themselves. Very nasty, very dangerous, bad for children.

He points. "Don't forget to put the shotgun shells back before you leave."

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"What shells?" Lock is looking around at the room. He doesn't see anything else. The place looks like one of those homes he had visited on past Halloweens.
"This is your room?"

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He just glowers.

"It might be."

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"Why don't you have anymore weapons? We have-" Lock launches into a long list of various weapons that definitely weren't intended for children.

[i_vanquish_evil]

An eyebrow quirks up, then he frowns.

"Why would children need so many weapons? In fact, why would children need weapons at all?"

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"For Halloween." Barrel says quite matter-of-factly.
Shock is cowering a little in the corner still. She knows they shouldn't be here.

[i_vanquish_evil]

"You need weapons for Halloween?"

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"Well yes. So that if they don't give us treats, we can trick them!" The two brothers laugh hysterically.
"Hey, why do you have weapons?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He leans forward just a bit, eyes hard, that glower is back.

"I hunt and kill evil little creatures that taunt and hurt people," he tells them in a deep, harsh whisper.

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"You're like that big-man-behind-the-bar the other day. You guys are weeeeird."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Still glowering.

"Which man behind the bar?"

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"Well, I think the first one was Eddie. But I'm not sure. He's like you. He told us he'd shot us." Lock laughs.
"The second one I met was George. He gave me Yellow-Jacket Juice."

Barrel clasps his hands to his mouth.
"YELLOW-JACKET JUICE?!?!"

Lock suddenly realized what he had said, and who had heard it.

But Shock wasn't listening. Her eyes were stuck on Van Helsing. She had shrunk into the corner.

"Shock, c'mere. It's ok. Eddie's not gonna hurt you, and he sure as isn't going to hurt you."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Don't be so sure."

He presses the trigger on the side of the object he picked up while they weren't paying attention and the silver stake extended to it's full length, just in front of the boys' faces. Close enough to startle, but not wound.

Connor was a very bad influence.

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"WHOA!!! COOL! Is that a crossbow? We have one, but it doesn't have a silver stake in it. We don't want to hurt Hubert." Barrel pokes the tip of the stake.

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"No," he states plainly. "This," he holds up the stake, "is just a silver stake." Probably a really bad move, but he does it anyway, he kicks the crossbow up from the floor into his grasp. It's BIG - weighs about 45lbs and is about 3 feet long and the bow's about 3 feet across. "This is the crossbow." He points it down at the two children addressing him, peering through the sights.

And he's absolutely positive Natalie is going to kill him for doing that.

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Lock's jaw drops.
"THAT IS SO COOL!!!!"

He gets up reeeal close to the wrong end of the crossbow.
"Hubert has one. He said he got it from someone that tried to kill him with it."

[i_vanquish_evil]

He hefts the crossbow up onto his shoulder, still holding the trigger end with his left hand.

"You're not getting this one. And I'd suggest you not try to steal my weapons again. It's been known to be bad for one's health."

He doesn't mention that he is also master to a full-grown Irish wolfhound that has been trained to protect him by any means necessary.

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Barrel rolls his eyes. Lock regards Van Helsing with annoyance. He shrugs.
"We've got some of our own anyway. You don't have anything we don't have."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Oh, but I might. However, unless you return everything you were trying to sneak out of here with, I won't show you the stuff that you might not have."


Hey, it's weaponry - that is ALWAYS cool. And, they're bad kids, not EVIL kids - or, not so evil that he's gonna put them on the Order's 'get rid of these guys next' list.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

A large pile of weaponry and ammo appeared as if by magic at the feet of Van Helsing. These small creatures can hide too much stuff on their persons.

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing just quirks an eyebrow at the pile. He's not stupid. He also knows that they each have at least one piece of ammo on them, but he'll let that slide.

"I should be down in the bar at the end of the week. If you don't steal anything else from me, I'll show you a couple things. Not get out of here before Natalie comes back and does some damage. She's scarier than I am."

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"We'll be outta here quicker than a black cat that got stepped on by Behemoth!"
And with two grins and a wince from the witch, they were gone.

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The beastie has, for reasons known only to its little brain, wandered away from the main bar. It doesn't know what goes on in this adjoining area, but it's apparently seeking the answers.

So far, not much.

But there's an open door, which might lead to food.

No, no food. But there is that human that gave it strange things to try one time. He doesn't look too well. The beastie ambles closer, sniffing. "Pikaaa?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Van Helsing looks at the odd yellow creature. It looks vaguely familiar.

"Hello, again."

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"Pikapika. Kachuu pi?" it asks, moving closer. He definitely looks like he was on the wrong side of a fight with a larger beast.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He *was* the larger beast.

"Haven't seen you in a while. Haven't seen anyone in a while, actually. Are you still eating strange things?"


even tho mun can't remember what Pikachu ate when they spoke before - *meep*

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Pretty much anything, though he gave it some Scotch. Which it did not really take to.

"Pikapi," it replies, nodding. In order to facilitate conversation, it climbs onto the bed.

"Chuuu pika?" It inquires, indicating the bandages.

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Oh, this?" He shrugs. "Bad day. Really bad day. It's much better than before."

And he cannot believe he's talking to a strange yellow creature... aside from the fact that he talked to a faerie yesterday. Hey, it's conversation; it's company; it can't be all bad.

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"Chuu." It nods in sympathy.

Then dashes out.

Then returns, bearing its food bowl filled with candy.

"Kapikapi?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He chuckles at the little yellow whatever-it-is and takes a piece of candy.

"Thanks. That helps." He leans down and whispers, conspiratorially, "I'll save you some of my dinner and leave it on the tray. If you sneak in before Natalie or Gil carts it off, it's all yours."

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Cue the big, shiny eyes. "Pikaaa? PIKAPI!" There is much face licking.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He pets the little creature, mostly as a way to get it to stop licking his face.

"Really. It's okay. You just have to make sure you get up here before they take the tray away."

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"Pikachu." It nods seriously, then nusges the bowl of candy closer. "Kapi pikapi," it comments, then turns for the door, because there's other dinners to stalk!

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Yeah, okay. I'll hold onto the candy bowl. Sure."

He puts the dish on the table by the bed.

"Good luck with that food thing you do."



[ooc: Pikachu is too funny. *g*]