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!!0ZviLFh59My 04/12/12(Thu)20:55 No.18687075
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 There are half-naked men lying on the ground, somebody's screaming 'rape' and the MPs are about to storm the place.
Which is another way of saying you're back on familiar ground. Without hesitating, you spin about, sling Minna over your shoulder, and go belting down the hall towards the far staircase, the one leading deeper into the bowels of the castle, instead of towards the main lobby. As you approach that end of the dormitory wing, however, you hear more jackboots storming up those steps, as well!
Before you can reverse direction, the MPs swarm out of the staircase, mouths moving with mechanical clicks, gloved hands reaching forth like the limbs of a limber, hateful octodouche. They approach, and nothing but arrest, hefty fines and all sorts of paperwork loom in your future.
So you throw Minna at them.
They have exactly one second to look surprised before the German witch crashes into them, and then they've got their eight hands full trying to catch Minna without touching anything socially sensitive while introducing themselves in a suave fashion at the same time. One of them remembers he's got a job to do, and looks up at you just as you leap at him with your borrowed Fairbain-Skyes blade bared in your hand.
He screams like a little girl and shies away, allowing you to pancake into the floor by his feet with absolutely no grace at all, before scrabbling to your feet and running away.
You flee down the staircase, giggling to yourself madly.
Fuck impulse control. Yours are the best ones ever. |
