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Homestuck inspired troll related b/c

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Green Minuet

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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2018 10:16 pm


	When: After midnight Where: Chittentown Pepelu Stadium Not everyone can play basketball. Especially not nerds.

Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 1:58 pm


	Mercer Entura The ball soared through the air in a perfect arc, and despite the escalating shouts of the court sailed into the face of one (1) redblood, where it landed with a crunch. As it bounced away across the floor, a shrill whistle sounded. All activity in the gymnasium screeched to a halt. “Desaga!” a gruff voice barked. The coach stood in front of the bleachers, hands on his hips, and moustache quivering. “You're still with us, aren't you? Not too hurt? Good. NOW GET OFF THE COURT!! Entura!” He let out another whistle (this time with his lips) and beckoned the blueblood. “Get Desaga to the first aid station before he bleeds out over the floor. I expect to see you both back here in five minutes. Now, GET A MOVE ON!!” Only once his back was turned did Mercer dare to roll his lookstubs. He jogged over to where the Bunsen stood, a stream of bright red blood rushing from his sniffnode. “You okay?” he asked. “That looks like it smarts.” KitsuneAura

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KitsuneAura

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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2018 4:52 pm


	It was a bit questionable, for a moment there, whether the redblood really was still with them. He'd just tipped over backwards the moment he'd been hit, falling flat with a concerning amount of blood spouting out after him. It was entirely possible he hadn't been paying attention before now, but a basketball to the face and a coach yelling his name was a quicker cure than Bropane on a bad day. Bunsen hopped to to attention, slapped his hands over his nose to try and prevent that bleeding out all over the floor thing, and oddly sort of jogged in place, ready to do as told. There was even less of his face visible than usual as he turned towards Mercer, just the red and green lenses of his goggles. He said something in reply but it was too muffled by his hands and distorted by an inability to breathe through his nose to really translate. As his lusus leapt down to join them and immediately began yipping concernedly around their feet, Bunsen moved his hands a little away from his nose, watched the immediate continuation of bloodflow, and tried again. "D'you think it's broken?" Green Minuet