[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Dojoville [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 1435 hours [i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Joshua Pendragon, Violet Acciaroli [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] "Dumbass!" [i]The birds whistled in the calm breeze as the bright, afternoon sun shined on Dojoville, with clear skies and cool temperatures. Leaves rustled in the wind, and it was mostly a quiet day. Sitting on a bench underneath the shade of a tree was a man, mid-twenties, who appeared to be sketching a picture of the family squirrels right in front of him. The squirrels payed no attention to the man as he sketched, as they continued to go about their business. They seemed to sense that the man was drawing them, and did not run away. The man himself had long, golden blond hair, and golden eyes, with tan skin. He was decently muscular, although it was clear that the man was built for a hundred-yard dash. He had a square jaw, and his lips were pursed in concentration. He wore a clean, white t-shirt, with faded, blue jeans, a worn, brown, leather belt around his waist. On his right, a rapier about two feet long was sheathed, and on his back were multiple things; a black longsword sheathe, with a pale, golden grip sticking out above his right shoulder. A quiver woven out of golden silk, tied shut by a thin, black rope. And finally a four foot long, golden longbow, stowed perpendicularly to the black longsword sheathe. The HB pencil in the man's hand traveled along his sketchbook silently and gracefully, the squirrels in his sketchbook looking quite accurate. However, the peacefulness was not to be undisturbed. From a building emerged a woman, about five foot four. She had a pale complexion, and deep, purple, artificial eyes. There was no hair anywhere on her body, including her head; she was completely bald. Her pale skin was smooth, and even though she was thirty-two she appeared to be a lot younger than she really was. The woman wore a loose, purple t-shirt, and black skinny jeans, her brown combat boots worn and old. On her back was a massive, seven foot long chainsaw, which was shiny and appeared to have been very recently washed. The woman's right arm was a prosthetic, and on its side was a small battery pack. A wire was hooked from the engine of the chainsaw to this battery pack. As the bald woman exited the building, she breathed in the calm air, sighing. She noticed the man drawing the squirrels, and decided to approach. Meeting new people was always a thing she liked to do. When she was close enough to see what he was sketching, she smiled.[/i] "Ooh, squirrels!" [i]She said, enthusiastically. However, the sudden noise made the squirrels run off, and the man sighed with exasperation.[/i] "Really?" [i]He said, looking at the woman.[/i] "How dense can you get?" [i]He muttered, setting his unfinished drawing down on the bench as he closed the notebook, pocketing the HB pencil. He got up, grabbing the notebook as he shook his head.[/i] "Well, sorry," [i]The woman mumbled an apology, not sure why the man acted the way he did. They were just squirrels, after all.[/i] "Didn't mean to scare your stupid [i]squirrels[/i] away," [i]She finished sarcastically as the man turned to the woman, slight annoyance in his golden eyes.[/i] "They aren't [i]stupid,[/i]" [i]He said, obviously not liking how the woman was acting.[/i] "They just aren't as developed as humans are. Would [i]you[/i] like to he called stupid be some greater being?" [i]The man inquired rhetorically as he struggled not to burst out in anger. After all, all life mattered, be it a squirrel or a human. Meanwhile, the woman laughed.[/i] "Uh, what?" [i]She managed in between laughs.[/i] "Squirrels are squirrels. They're not all that smart," [i]She said condescendingly to the strange man who said that squirrels weren't stupid.[/i] "Unless you've been beaten by a squirrel before?" [i]This sentence sent the woman into a fit of laughter that was hard to be stopped. The man frowned.[/i] "There's no point in talking to people like you," [i]He muttered under his breath, turning away from the woman as he shook his head sadly.[/i] "Hey, what did you say?" [i]The woman called after the man. She obviously heard what the man uttered, and now she was getting a little annoyed, as well.[/i] "I said," [i]The man replied, raising his voice as he turned back to the woman.[/i] "That there's no point in talking to people like you." [i]The woman grit her teeth, clenching her fists.[/i] "You should shut up," [i]She growled.[/i] "I wish you'd—" [i]The woman didn't finish her sentence as the man interrupted her angrily.[/i] "Be careful with your wishes, idiot," [i]The man only barely resisted punching the woman right in her nose.[/i] "You never know if they could come true." "[i]You're[/i] calling [i]me[/i] an idiot?" [i]The woman forced a fake laugh, staring at the man with her artificial eyes.[/i] "What, is there some magical wish-granting machine, now?" [i]At that, she actually laughed.[/i] "Ridiculous." [i]The man couldn't stop himself. His right arm moved with blinding speed, and he quickly drew his rapier, and with a gold flash a cut suddenly appeared on the woman's left cheek. She grit her teeth in anger as she pulled the seven foot chainsaw from her back, revving it.[/i] "You've gone and done it now," [i]She growled, anger clear in her purple eyes.[/i][spoiler]OOOOOPPPEEENNN.[/spoiler]