13 ♐ Video ♐ B100B100ds Gone Wild

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[The video flickers on in someone's lap, and that someone happens to be sitting somewhere high- perhaps a fence? The fence isn't important. What's being filmed is important. Kind of.]

[If you are into two intensely muscular alien men wrestling. Then it is important.]

[To anyone who can recognize the two trolls, it's obviously Equius and Darkleer with the latter keeping the other pinned down to the ground. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it looks like a pair of near identical twins with only Equius' broken horn and slightly less muscular frame being the only differences.]

[Both of them have obviously been at this for a while, if the sweat slicked over their bare torsos is any indication. They're both breathing heavily, breaking apart briefly and just staring at one another. Then Darkleer ducks in, there's a scuffle, and Equius is slammed to the ground with the two of them locked together- muscles flexing, long hair tossed everywhere, skin rubbing against skin. There are gouges in the earth from too much STRENGTH.]

[Whoever is holding the SFC makes a very soft honking noise.]

[Darkleer starts to speak as he struggles to keep Equius down.]

Come on- you can do better- [A grunt.] -don't give up so easily-

[There's a buck, and Darkleer gives a breathless chuckle but doesn't let go. Another soft honk from the camera holder.]

That's it- [A pause as he finally notices the SFC.] Gamzee are you filming this?


[ooc: Replies might come from Darkleer, Equius, Gamzee, and every mix of the three!]

Comments

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[rebull]

Heh, yes, sure. [A small smile, still kinda getting back into the groove of this stuff.]

Unfilter it, and say it.

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[Gosh, you could be a little more forceful here, Summoner.]

[...Then again, it's Darkleer, so not much more force is needed.]

[Hesitantly, he unfilters the conversation and takes a deep breath, tongue darting out to wet his lips.]

Ah- Nn... Nook.

[Flushed, he rushes to filter the conversation again while shredding his poor bottom lip.]

[rebull]

Oh yeah, you're right! Heh, I could definitely see if I can get my hands on a hoofbeast for jousting in the Nostalgia Nook. Good thinking, Tink.

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[Just. covering. his. face.]

[Anyone could see that now. Gosh.]

Udderly horribull to me.

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[rebull]

You really do have some of the best ideas.

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...Stop that.

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[rebull]

Stop what.

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The filter! You're removing it.

[rebull]

What filter?

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The filter I keep replacing.

[rebull]

Why do we uh, why do we need a filter? Did you want to talk about nasty things?

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NO but- nnnngh.

[His palms are never leaving his face.]

[rebull]

But what?

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[Just shaking his head.]

You are wretched to me. I have half a mind to hang up.

[rebull]

Don't hang up.

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[A horsey snort.]

[But of course he doesn't hang up.]

[rebull]

[Of course he doesn't.]

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[He's a glutton for punishment.]

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[He really is. But it's good to know what you like.]

So?

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Pardon?

[rebull]

[Ahem, cough cough.]

So?

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[Confused!]

So... what? What are we discussing?

[rebull]

Uh, what were you discussing?

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How wretched you are. To me, specifically.

[rebull]

I'm not.