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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2016 7:39:47 PM
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*In the Dojo Courtyard, Mortar and Cyan can be seen walking with each other. Mortar, rather than his normal attire, he is wearing a black suit, a backpack, and a horse head mask. Cyan occasionally flashes him a slight odd glance as Mortar follows her*
Cyan: Hey, uh, Mortar, why are you wearing that?
Mortar: It's Holloween, and you know that I only went once, and got my gut bashed in with a hockey stick. Please let me do this, okay?
Cyan: Okay. But I get ten percent of your candy, okay?
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 11/1/2016 7:59:10 PMGerald walks by wearing a long red tail coat and a pair of white rabbit ears instead of a top hat while carrying a comically large broken pocket watch. he stops and stares with a look of uncertainty. "Sorry but.... wh... what am I looking at? A... horse... in a suit...?"
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Yeah, what about you? Dammit, I always forget the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland's name.
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"Well I assumed people would find it amusing to see me dressed up as my nickname." His hand glows and a silver platter with several glasses appear on top on his hand which the then proceeds to pour a punch from the fake pocket watch. "I was wondering how this strange mix of knights and space marines celebrated."
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Eh, you hang out a little, get drunk as hell, then munch on some candy till you fall asleep in a blanket of wrappers
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"And wear... the head of a horse...?"
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Nah, that was my own special touch. It is halloween after all
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"Ah well then" He says attaching his pocket watch jug to his side. "A drunken festival of candy. This could be quite... entertaining" He says while chuckling. He then produces a chocolate bottle of wine and proceeds to hand it over.
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Ah, thanks but no thanks. I'm kinda the "Designated member" around here, plus I can't get drunk if I tried. *He chuckles as he hands it back*
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"Oh well" He says looking at the bottle. "Would hate to see it go to waste" And then bites into the top and takes a swig of it. "Any who in 1 hour, 4 minutes, and twenty two seconds you may want to visit town center. It should be pretty interesting what happens"
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Wait, that's very specific, what's going on?
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"Oh something in particular" He says laughing as he wanders off.
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*Mortar follows close behind, Cyan following as well because she has nothing better to do*
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Gerald heads to town center, finds a bench and sits down waiting patiently. Eventually the time he had previously mentioned arrives and a massive grin forms on his face. "Now this ladies and gentlemen, is a trick" Almost on cue a pig with a pumpkin on its head squeals running about wildly while farmers chase it down. The pig then proceeds through a coffee shop, knocking over chairs before running off with framers close by. One of them try to tackle it only to face plant and the other worn out, takes a moment to catch it's breath. The pumpkin finally falls off its head an the pig stops to begin gnawing on the pumpkin before ultimately being caught an carried away. "Right on time" He says while laughing and clapping as if this was the end of a performance.
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*Mortar can't help when he sees the pig running around.* Gotta admit Jerry, you have a sense of humor. I gotta clean up the Coffee shop now, but you have a good sense of humor
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After a little more laughter he settles down. The chairs seem to move in a rewinding motion through the air. "Ah let me handle that. Oh how the guards must love me.. Any who, happy Halloween" He gets up and wanders off leaving a pair or chocolate pocket watches on the bench he was sitting on.
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You too! *He picks up the watches and puts them in his pack*
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*a semi-drunk Quincy can be seen stumbling around in just orange running shorts, holding a can of orange soda*
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*Mortar holds out his backpack towards Quincy* Trick or treat bro!
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*his ears turn toward them before his head does* Oh, -hic- trick or treaters.. sorry... i dont have any candy..
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oh, sorry... *Mortar places his backpack on his back again, watching the buzzed Quincy*
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naw, youre good -hic- *he loses his balance and stumbles into a lamppost to his left* Gyah! ow... that hurts... *he clutches his head*
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*Mortar sighs as he helps him on a bench* You okay man?
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Yeah... just a tad... well... dizzy... orange soda is a bad idea for canines...
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So long as it wasn't mixed with Chocolate you should be fine.
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eeww... chocolate soda... blech..
