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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/10/2016 2:31:01 AM
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[b]Ice Cream and The Cheese Song.[/b]
Around Dojoville rode a bright blue and white ice cream truck which played its repeating tune. It had some Italian words for ICE CREAM on its sides and a holographic menu to show what the truck had in stock. Children from all around gathered around the truck and whoever was driving it was rather generous today, freely giving away ice cream and leaving children satisfied.
In the drivers seat of the truck was...Ghiaccio? Apparently he got out of his coma a bit early and was more...generous now. He was singing a bizarre song with his handsome voice.
"Pizza Mozzarella! Rella Rella Rella Rella! Pizza Gorgonzola! Zola Zola Zola Zola!"
That was literally the entire song. Clearly Ghiaccio must have been high on drugs or something...but hey, free ice cream.
[spoiler]Open. This is to just chill and hang out. I seriously don't want a fight here.[/spoiler]
English
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Ama notices the ice cream truck and becomes curious as she recalls seeing the man unconscious. She approaches it, her eyepatch giving off a faint glow as she nears. "Well I always do enjoy mint. Say weren't you... out cold?"
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Ghiaccio looked down at the lady from his truck, his facial expression going from a smiling happy feeling to something more serious. "I'm afraid I have no clue what you're talking about lady. Can you elaborate?"
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"Had gotten a call about a man who froze to death though when I got there he was still breathing. Never got a good look at the face. To many emergency responders but you do have his build" She finally realizes the look on the man's face and decides she made a mistake. "Ah sorry my bad. I probably just freaked out out for no reason. Could have just been someone similar. Anyways... where did you get the ice cream truck? Haven't seen one around here"
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"I just have one..." Ghiaccio responded, a snow white figure slowly forming behind the Lady. Ghiaccio couldn't risk being found out now..
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 10/11/2016 5:06:20 PM"Yeash I guess I did say you look like a dead body but attack someone in a public area?" She says as her eyepatch indicates her surroundings. A scent of plant life seems to permeate around the area. "Besides the other guy died in the hospital. Think they ended up cremating the body. Unless you are the human torch I'm pretty doubtful you are him"
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[spoiler]CONTINUITY IS BADASS![/spoiler] [u]From around the corner an overly-muscular man walks into the scene, dust and smoke covering his body. A smile sits wide across his face, a small sticker stuck to his chest that says "You're a super STAR!" Next to a cartoonish smiling star. Behind him floats an even more muscular version of him, older and seemingly etherial in appearance. Resting on his shoulders were two large rocket launchers labeled in large but crude writing "Nukem". However, instead of using them it appears as if they've already been spent and he simply is de-summoning them. Sure enough, with a small explosion they disappear into nothingness. Turning his head to the sound of the song, a grin widens across Russel Explosion High-Five Flexington Torgue's face as he breaks into a run towards the ice-cream truck.[/u] "[i]HELLO MY FROZEN FRIEND! HOW DO YOU DO? I SEE YOU HAVE ICE-CREAM, AKD THAT'S PRETTY COOL![/i]" [u]Laughing extremely loudly, it seems the man is quite happy to see a fellow stand-user.[/u] [spoiler]PUNS![/spoiler]
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"Yes Russell, I do own an ice cream truck now. How I got it is...I can't say. But I will tell you this, I was shot in the head which lead to a bad coma. But as you can see, super STAR I'm fine now." Ghiaccio said as White Album came out of the freezer in a almost eerie fashion. As if a vampire exiting his coffin, the ice chest creaked open to reveal the ghostly stand. The freezer then shut as White Album floated towards Ghiaccio.
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[u]Upon hearing the word "star", a deep voice echoes throughout the city yelling "PUN RETURNED!". Russel then proceeds to scream in excitement, waving one of his arms around.[/u] "[i]I HEARD YOU WERE GIVING THIS AWAY FOR FREE! FREE ICE CREAM IS PRETTY BADASS! YOU DID WELL![/i]" [u]While screaming this, Russel plants a star sticker on Ghiacchio's forehead that says "I'm awesome!".[/u] "[i]I HAVEN'T EATEN ICE CREAM IN YEARS! IT'S QUITE THE COMMODITY ON PANDORA, AS MOST OF IT'S JUST RAKK SHIT![/i]"
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Ghiaccio left the sticker on his head, mostly because he didn't want to piss off Russell. "I don't want to know what a Rakk is..." He said, sighing to himself. "Also what in the FÜCK was that voice? And what kind of ice cream do you want?"
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*He suddenly sees a flash of white light out of the corner of his eye. Vorim is there, surrounded by the white aura like before. Before Vorim can even speak, Sapphire punches him hard enough to knock him out, even in that state. Sketch wrote something in his mini notebook and showed it to Sapphire.* [u][b]Was that really necessary? Was that really NECESSARY?! Sketch, this is ice cream we're talking about! I'm not letting anything stand in my way![/b][/u] *Sketch writes something else down and shows it to her.* [u][b]I know it's a good point! Now come on![/b][/u] *She grabs Sketch by the wrist as she happily drags him towards the purveyor of the ice cream.*
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As they approached the ice cream truck, they still heard Ghiaccio singing about Pizza Mozzarella.. For whatever reason, maybe its a big hit in Europe or something? Children all around them delightfully licked their flavorful ice cream, the heat from the clear day melting some of it and dripping it on their clothes as parents dutifully watched. Ghiaccio looked out his window and saw the trio, for the most part it seemed like it didn't bother him. "Free ice cream!" Ghiaccio shouted in his handsome voice, trying to attract more people to his truck.
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*They run up to him. Sketch is wagging his tail and Sapphire's is swishing side-to-side happily.* "Hey, what flavors do you have? Neither of us can read English..."
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"Yet you can speak engli-nevermind. What kind of flavor are you in the mood for? I can probably whip it up." Ghiaccio said, confused by the fact they can speak English yet not read it..
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"Chocolate. I want chocolate. With chocolate chips. And chocolate syrup... And chocolate..." [spoiler]Sketch taught himself English by watching people. But you can't just teach yourself to read by looking at a book and no one else has bothered to try and teach them yet.[/spoiler]
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"Alright then, seems like we have a chocolate lover here today. But one question, aren't cats allergic to chocolate?"
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"It's dogs and wolves, cats are fine. I'm not purely a wolf though so it's fine."
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[spoiler]When you want to reply, but your character has a cat creature and Ghiaccio will try to kill her.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Can't prove that he will. Besides this is a chill post, I'm not going to start shit.[/spoiler]
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Sawyer watched the truck from afar, humored at the prospect, a grunt of amusement escaped his lips. It was a relatively dark time for the Dojo, with slaughter, hostile invaders and people departing over feuds careless and unnecessary. Yet the sky was blue without a stroke of white and the sun beat down on the Dojo. He strode across the grass of the courtyard, vibrantly green and slick with dew from the previous night's perilous rain. Puddles lined the chiseled and cracked pavement, passerby walked about, admiring the day and the brilliant fountain in dedication of Cobalt Phoenix, and the children flocked to the ice cream truck, from which a man joyfully sung. Sawuer did not have any weapons on him today, and simply wore a solid black t-shirt instead of his combat attire. His muscular physique was still displayed even through the loose clothing, strong and powerful calfs jogging through the green in red shorts. It was unusual for him to be without his weapons or armor, but today felt peaceful, and he had a distinct feeling that the imminent danger had subsided for now. He looked at the kids greedily licking their ice cream which dripped in the heat, staining their clothes, and parents sitting away and watching their kids enjoy. He smiled and waited for the kids to subside, and eventually they did. A refreshing breeze picked up, brushing against Sawyer and the cherry blossom trees around him, blowing his curled locks of black hair to the side. He stepped up to the truck slathered with bold and bright paints, to the window. "Strawberry, please," Sawyer stated with impassive tone, still occupied on taking in the beauty of the day.
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"Of course! Anything for such a fine gentleman on this day!" Ghiaccio said, looking out the window with pure enthusiasm, once before he was like the same.. A murderous rat begging for attention, yet unlike the other he had learned his own lesson in the form of a coma. His bright blue hair was somewhat messy, being wrapped around his head in large spirals, his red, thick spectacles looked down at Sawyer with his own black eyes. Then turning around and opening the ice chest he looked around in the neatly organized chest for Strawberry. Pink plastic covered the strawberry flavored ice snack and turned around to hand it to Sawyer. "Strawberry is my favorite flavor you know, not a bad choice at all. Its free of charge." Ghiaccio said, leaning over the window to hand it to Sawyer.
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Sawyer was entrenched in the beauty of the day and his eyes mesmerized in the motion of the wind and majesty of the Dojo. Only the smell of freshly made strawberry ice cream was potent enough to break one out of such a state, and he turned to take the delicious food he was given for free. He grinned and nodded in respect. "Many thanks." He turned, leaning against the truck as he slowly got through his ice cream. He was relaxed, a rare sight, in direct contrast with his thick and jagged scars that riddled the body, striking light blue eyes and tanned leather skin of a soldier and a survivor. He sighed, the smile perspiring to become a tranquil and calmed state that Sawyer could only remember from when he was off duty, a very long time ago. "Beautiful day, is it not? A fine day for ice cream, if anything."
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"Indeed it is sir. Sun is shining...birds are chirping... Children playing in the sun, its almost...storybook." Ghiaccio said, going behind him and reaching into the ice chest for his own ice cream. Yet while Strawberry was indeed his favorite flavor, he decided to get Orange instead. He opened the wrapper and started licking it.
