[OOM: In dreams.]
Dec. 3rd, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphINT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
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Date: 2007-06-19 08:55 pm (UTC)Oh he did. This is not going to go well.
"That's it."
Says a dangerously cool Raph as the Cheese Man not only backs into him, but steps on his toes in the process.
Raph grabs the man's shoulder, whipping him around before punching him square in the face. Imagine, if you will, the sound an apple would make if one threw it against a brick wall. Yeah, it's something like that.
And yet, in spite of his efforts, the Cheese man seems to remain unharmed. He continues to smile calmly. He even goes so far as to reach into his jacket pockets, retrieving the cheese he had stored there, and waves two slices at Raph while intoning:
"Behold, the power of cheese."
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Date: 2007-06-19 10:02 pm (UTC)No matter how you slice it, *cough* that sounds ominous. She's studied enough magic to know that some mages use a focus to channel their power, and while she's never heard of anyone using cheese, it might not be outside the realm of possibility. Somewhere. It's time to get rid of the cheese.
Plus, that punch would've knocked out an average person. The little man is clearly up to no good.
Face expressionless, she grabs one arm and lands a punch just under his ribs, then throws the cheese man over her leg. He hits the ground with a dull thump. One slice of cheese flops to the dirt beside his feet; the other is dangling between Alanna's thumb and forefinger. She examines it with a disgusted look and says, "Ew."