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Drezebel-
Suddenly Jennifer felt someone patting her back. "Nice one! I like your style, kiddo!" She saw Drezebel grinning at her, apparently back from wherever she'd went. "Of course, I would have done the same sort of mind trick, except with less rays and more shirtless people, but there's no reason why we can't change things up according to our tastes." She smirked. "That's it! I'm decided! I'm taking you on as my pupil!
Starting today, you are a Stalker!" She grinned. "Oh geeze, there's a ton I'll have to show you! But first I gotta go steal some sorta-cool guy's pants, ok?" She started to walk off.
She had to get into position to snatch the Heterodyne's pants once he got on stage with Jane and Chic! Any minute now....
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David-
...was having a nice time, making small talk, holding hands with a certain someone under the table, and occasionally smacking someone with a chair. We'll let him have his moment.
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Michael-
His eye was twitching spazmodically. Why was it doing that? He'd have to study it later. When he didn't have so much
energy. He looked around. "Protecting people from jaegers? I'm good at that! I think I'm good at anything!" He jittered. "Anyone up for five laps around this building? I think I could do ten..." Suddenly, there was a crackling of a beam of some sort whizzing straight past his face, just a few degrees away from his head. He gasped. "Why, I do believe that I think someone is trying to kill me! How invigorating! Everything is invigorating!" He hit the ground as another shot narrowly missed him. He reached into his pocket and pulled BBC out, setting him on the bar. "BBC, stay here and play. Daddy needs to go eradicate a nemesis. I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine on a strange bar with unidentifiable substances nearby. Who knows, you may even meet a friend!"
This is why Michael shouldn't be trusted with children until he's a few years older. And not on Splot.
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Michael's unseen Aggressor-
Dang dang dang! This was whack! He ducked under a table and started changing his position. He had to mix back in with the crowd and wait until he got his next chance...
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Robin Toboz in the depths of Claire's Mind-She had been amusing herself by messing with Claire's perception to make scribblies in thin air and draw fake mustaches on people that only Claire could see when she felt an eye tracking her.
Was that a Cephlopod sitting on that woman's shoulder? Watching her? Darn it, how was it even able to see her? She only existed as an idea in someone else's head.
She had only herself to blame. She'd never been very good at hiding herself from Cephlopods. She scowled and made funny faces at Mimic from afar just in case it could see her, so that it's day would be that much more confusing.
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Elleb-
She'd been riding on Mr. Kenny's head for quite some time, going on an Interviewing rampage! Eee! It had been really fun, and she'd held a microphone and helped and it was so nice!
Elleb turned and pointed at Mama Gitkas. "
Eee! Let's go there! Let's go there and interview thingies! Pwease?" She pointed at the bar with a metal spoon she'd acquired....somewhere... it was about as long as she was tall.
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Michael Again-
"Hm, it's awfully inconvenient that Demo is busy just as someone tries to kill me." He said, running through the bar. "He should really finish up with those jaegers, it's not like he couldn't take them all on his own. I'm sure he could!" His hands were shaking nearly uncontrollably. It was something they'd been doing on and off for the past few minutes. "I really need some manner of disguise... something I can use to sneak up on my aggressor..."
...all of a sudden he realized he'd run off all on his own, and he couldn't see anyone else nearby he recognized.
And then a raygun was pointed at his head and he saw someone he recognized. Holding the raygun.
It was himself. A bit longer hair, perhaps, and a bit less thin and more burly, and wearing different clothes, but definitely still him. With a raygun pointed at his head. Did he mention that his double had a raygun pointed at his head yet?
"Aite, yo! Nuthin' personal, dude, but'chu gonna bleed ta'day, k?"
Michael's right eye twitched.