Subject: "It was Kaylin!"
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Posted on: 2012-12-04 02:38:00 UTC
Will shouted to the agent that had felt the wrath of Kaylin's cylindrical pillow. He was sure that if Kaylin could see him behind his table and charm, she would be ready to rip his head off for betraying her. She was ready to do that on a normal basis.
Taldaris heaved a sigh of relief as the elleth struck down the pillow. Yet another daily reminder that not having access to his psychic powers was a major hinderance to his life.
"It appears that I am in your debt," he said, looking somewhat flustered. He was going to have words with Fire Flash when the pillow fight was over.
He stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before extending his hand to the Assassin. "Forgive my manners. I am Patrol Officer Taldaris. And you?"
turned to the High Templar with a half-smile. "Eledhwen Elerossiel," she replied, shaking his hand. "Ni veren an gi ngovaned."
((translation: I am happy to meet you))
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhearing that you needed to locate a particularly troublesome mini. Would you mind if I came along? I would do anything to leave this chaos behind," he said, waving a hand at the writing mass behind him. "Besides, I think my partner has this covered, for once."
"And what might be species of the mini in question? Does its bite cause that?" he asked, pointing at Veralyn's arm. "If so, might I suggest heading to Medical to get the injury checked out?"
the five of them had appeared in front of the entry to the Cafeteria.
Eledhwen opened the door only to narrowly miss being hit in the face with a pillow. "Rhiach!" she cursed, slamming the door shut. "The pillow fight has followed us!"
"We'll have to brave it," the teenager figured glumly. "This smells too much like a mini-Discord."
"Wonderful," Veralyn chirped. "Thank you for volunteering."
Grabbing the back of her partner's shirt, the urple blood elf opened the Cafeteria door, tossed Caroline through, and slammed the door shut again with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"Medical, maybe," she guessed. "Uhm... Are there any other spots with lots of people? Or where chaos would be least-expected?"
Veralyn frowned at the mushy thing that had attempted to mug Taldaris. "What was that?" she asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Yes, leave more mess for me; feathers are everywhere and there's sentient food attacking everyone I need the broom where's the broom -"
"No," Christianne growled, restraining her partner. "You are not going cleaner-bot on me."
"THE WORLD'S A MESS, AND I NEED TO CLEAN IT!" sobbed the elleth.
Spy Rooney, who by now had recovered from his knock-out tripping-over-thing session and was a bit red-faced to boot, picked himself up from the mess of feathers around him and beamed at Agent Peregrin. The middle-aged Spy beamed at him, waving a giant body pillow.
"It's the All-HQ Extra-Vicious Pillowfight! Come on, come in!"
"My deepest apologies for disrupting the reunion, but the mini-Discord will not wait for us," she announced, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
"Right!" Caroline chirped, snapping a quick salute before turning to Aur-- Cloudsweeper. "The Canon Library, you said? Funny, I just had someone tell me that was a silly place to look for him."
"Grace is a wonderful thing to possess," Veralyn retorted pointedly. "Shall we be off?"
"Yes, let's. Before that mini escapes and wreaks havoc Upstairs or something." Christianne grimaced at the thought, seized her partner by the wrist, and dragged them away.
...sweeping her partner up in her arms. "I'll let you know if I find the mini there," she added, before heading off in a random direction.
...as the group marched out of the Cafeteria. "We're six people on our way to stop the personnification of chaos itself. It's like what happened in canon, but... whackier."
Kira twitched involuntarily, despite having miraculously thawed, and Scott was on the floor, rocking to and fro with disturbed whimpers.
FicPsych sounded like a blessing at this point.
"Sending these two rookies to FicPsych soon..." he muttered, striding off to fill out the necessary paperwork.
asked Taldaris. "You might as well try to pump the Glitter out of a Sue."
"Actually, didn't you know the DMSE&R are working on a Personality Dialysis procedure to pump Glitter out of a Sue? They did it to this one girl who overdosed on Aura of Smooth; she was normal pretty soon."
...once more to the hallway where her partner and their newfound allies were. "We should be going to the Cafeteria. Come on, then." Smiling, she strode out of the pub at long last and caught up with her partner, who was trailing behind Agents Veralyn and Caroline, waiting for her.
"Who'd you drag along?" Christianne asked. Eledhwen nodded back at Taldaris, shrugging elegantly.
"A DIA Patrol Officer," she replied. "Taldaris, I believe he's called."
Will shouted to the agent that had felt the wrath of Kaylin's cylindrical pillow. He was sure that if Kaylin could see him behind his table and charm, she would be ready to rip his head off for betraying her. She was ready to do that on a normal basis.
She didn't have any idea who Kaylin was, but she had a feeling that it might be the blonde girl who was currently glaring at the source of the voice, a boy hiding behind a Potterverse shield charm. Grinning in a way that would have been described by most as "feral" she whipped the pillow she was holding at the head of the person that she supposed was Kaylin.
This time though, it was in the back of the head, a brutal blow compared to the others. She was conflicted as to whether she should go after Will, for ratting her out and betraying her, or the girl who was currently doing a victory dance after seeing her shot connect. She decided that the girl would probably do more harm, and sent a nearby scented pillow towards her and her partner. She then rolled under the table to where Will was camping out and glared at him. He just grinned back.
Will exclaimed, as the scented pillow somehow managed to find an opening in his shield and hit him on top of the head. Kaylin, meanwhile, had picked up a large body pillow and was charging at the white haired agent who wielded a similar weapon.
"Go Kaylin!" he shouted from his relatively safe spot. The two agents seemed to be using the pillows as swords, whacking each other with them while the other agent's partner somehow fell asleep amidst the chaos.
Spy Rooney emerged from the feathery mess with the dragon Pillow Pet trying to gnaw at his head, having somehow come alive in the process.
"Oi, you! Wizard! This is all your fault!" he shouted, aiming one of those cylindrical pillow-things at the two behind the Shield Charm.
...to the Cafeteria, where he proceeded to dump roughly one hundred pounds of pillows on the unsuspecting agents gathered there. For added chaos, he then made several pillows fly at random agents, resulting in several being knocked sprawling to the floor.
The pillow over Jack's face would have obstructed his vision if he'd had any to begin with, and as it was it made smells a bit blurry, but he could still detect the fire nonetheless. Some partially-buried zombie instinct awakened when it died away to smoke; smoke meant Survivors, Survivors meant KILLKILLKILLKILL
The Hunter promptly launched himself at the source of the fire and barrelled into the one who had started it, judging by the smokey smell on him. He hit facepillow-first and proceeded to pummel at the living body with the pillows strapped to his claws.
The pillow, hurled by a protoss High Templar, had exploded quite neatly in her hair. And as everyone knew, you never messed with a Tolkienverse elf's hair if you valued your life.
Or, in this case, if you valued your own hair.
Eledhwen whirled to see the High Templar, rage etched quite comically across her features, and seized a small plush pillow, throwing it straight at him like a dagger.
...and ended up in the path of Eledhwen's pillow, which exploded magnificently and turned Veralyn into an urple-and-white chicken. Shrieking, she whirled around and slammed a random agent's gut with the body pillow she currently wielded.
and now an extra pillow to the gut. He lashed back at the urple and white walking pile of feathers formerly known as Agent Veralyn, hurling his body pillow straight for her abdomen.
Unfortunately, the time she took to catch her breath left her open to several more pillows to the face and back, and by the time she'd stumbled to safety she was so coated with feathers that all that could be seen of her was one blazing, fel-green eye as she grabbed a throw pillow a charged a woman with dark hair and leaf-shaped ears.
Meanwhile, Caroline had taken dubious cover behind the bar, and was busy hurling small pillows stuffed with scented beads like hand grenades at any agent who came too close.
right when she had emerged from hiding to toss another.
Snarling, she grabbed the offending pillow and flung it back. She didn't recognize the original thrower, but she suspected he was a rookie. She could smell a rookie a mile off.
...and chucked any pillow she could get her hands on after them, shoving other agents out of the way until someone managed to send her tumbling under everyone's feet with a well-placed body pillow to the shoulders.
Sylvia stumbled backwards and tripped over a blonde agent lying on the ground.
"Sorry! You okay?!" she asked the agent.
No, I don't think so. It's kind of hard to see anything right now." Sylvia brushed some feathers off her Duster with her free hand.
"You wouldn't happen to know what the /hell/ is going on here, would you?"
Veralyn let out an irritable little huff - and then talked Sylvia to the ground just as a large bean bag chair went sailing over their heads.
"We should find some short of shelter," the badly-scarred sin'dorei told her temporary companion.
Spy Rooney had overheard the two. "An extra-vicious pillow fight, obviously! Doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out, haha!"
He was quickly silenced by a pillow to the kisser.
She then whirled around and began to beat the nearest agent to her with a rather stiff-looking memory foam pillow.
Sylvia got to her feet and helped the blonde agent off the ground.
"By the way, what's your name?"
Ducking another pillow, she asked, "What about you?"
"Hey, is that the person you were looking for?" Sylvia pointed a bit down the hallway, and got hit again with a pillow.
"Ohshi-!"
Scott was cut short as the pillow blasted into his face, sending him through the air head over heels.
Kira sat up groggily as his partner slammed into another take and broke it. A pillow bounced at his feet, and so he picked it up and hurled it randomly, too dazed to think.
...she was immediately beaned in the face with Kira's pillow, and fell back on top of another agent with a groan as stars began to dance around her head cartoonishly.
Jack wriggled out from under her, only to pounce on her, straddle her in his normal Hunter killing position, and... well, try to claw at her. If it weren't for the pillows over his hands, he would have succeeded.
...and beating her attacker over the head with it until he tumbled off. She then scrambled to her feet and howled, "Bring it, ya limp noodle! I've got a pillow in my hands and it's a good day to very feathered, so come on!"
Christianne saw a bespectacled human teenager in paint-splattered jeans and a black t-shirt tackle the clawing Hunter who was, thankfully, incapacitated with pillows.
Deciding to help a buddy out, she hurled another Pillow Pet at the Hunter.
"You aren't three sweeps old, you know," Narciss called after her. She looked down at the pillows surrounding her. She still didn't understand human military training. The projectiles had minimal risk of injury, and there seemed to be no objective. She shrugged, picked up a pillow, and let it fly.
... and threw the foam pillow he had recently been clobbered with by Agent Fiona at the grey troll Agent.
Jack would have loved very much to start tearing up the squishy missiles, but again, he had a pillow over his face and two more over his claws. And he was wearing shoes. Today was such an awful day to be wearing shoes. He couldn't even shriek properly, with the pillow muffling any noise he made.
He swiped blindly, and caught someone in the... chin? Maybe?
...just as a bean bag chair exploded against the wall directly behind her with a sound not unlike a gun going off.
"Bean bag chairs?" Caroline laughed, during back up and poking at the exploded chair. "Best. Pillow fight. EVER."
...and stuffing them in the remains of the exploded bean bag chair as well as she could manage.
...at Agent Caroline. "Now, tell me, how did all of this happen? I was answering the call of nature when this started, so..."
...Kira crawled over to Scott and grabbed him by his collar.
"Screw this bar, I'm getting out of here," Kira groaned as he began to crawl-drag his partner's limp form to the door, hoping not to be caught in the process.
it just wasn't Kira's day, it seems, because Rookie Agent Jeeves chose that moment to launch a barrage of pretty tassel-covered throw pillows at the retreating Kira and Scott.
Kestrel crowed, and lobbed one last pillow at the two rookies' retreating backs.