Kenzi [005] Video

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, it's Kenzi! She appears to be sitting on a bench... outside... with the sun setting and snow falling softly. Is she crazy?! At least she's bundled up and in layers, even if her bunny hat looks really stupid. There's some statue or something behind her, looks like a lady. She's definitely sitting in the cemetery, just chillin']

Hey biatches! So... not that I'm being totally nostalgic or homesick or anything, because that shit is for pussies, but-- [She winces, adjusting her position so she's supporting her right arm with her left. It tilts the video a bit.]

Which of you crazy freaks has never seen snow before? Anyone? Just remember that in a pinch, socks CAN be used as mittens. I'm willing to field any basic questions about this poor, misguided imitation of Canadian weather.



((ooc: She's literally just sitting around in the cemetery thinking about dark junk. Feel free to go up and bug her.))

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[gleans]

[ He grins and starts backing up to the next headstone, spreading his hands out to his side, and in his best stage-slash-radio voice: ] Aaaand in this corner, the blight of the boneyard, the monster of the morgue aaaaand this year's surprise up-and-comer --

[ He reaches to clear away the snow, and cackles as he reads the name: ] Inga -- Inga Ragnvaldsson! Sheesh.

[onteamdyson]

Ouch. Inga, he didn't mean it, really. You're no monster. I'm sure you were a very nice viking lady. Galen, apologize to the dead chick! Bóže moj!

[Her face is starting to hurt from smiling so much, and that voice of his was pretty impressive.] Do I still get a song even though the notebook retrieval mission was a bust? Could always use a few lullabies when we get home.

[gleans]

Sorry, Inga. My bad.

[ He laughs a little and swivels on one foot. ] Promise not to pass out and drool on me and it's a deal. Assuming I can remember the lyrics without the notebook... [ HE'S TEASING. ]

[onteamdyson]

[GAAAAAAAAAAAAASP] I don't drool, you jerk! Unless there is a pile of pancakes all warm and fluffy and covered in syrup... or an extra-cheesy pizza lying around. Too much delicious foodstuff out there to waste drool on sleep! Also I can always just jog your memory!

[Via a QUICKLY FORMED SNOWBALL TO THE HEAD!]

[gleans]

Aaaah! [ DUCKS! It whacks across the side of his head. >:( ] Hey, not fair, I don't wanna hit your gangrenous arm.

[onteamdyson]

[She just beams at him, nice and bright. Snowball fight in the graveyard. Galen, where have you been all her life? Bo would never do this with her in a million years!]

Good thing I got two of 'em, huh!? Prepare your butt for a moderate to severe whooping. Creepy arm or not, I can still totally own you!

[gleans]

[ He looks conflicted. God dammit! But she's not backing down. Also god dammit. He leans over and starts packing up some snow. ] Okay, but if I end up knocking it off, it's totally not my fault.

[onteamdyson]

[Damn right she's not backing down. Actually, she's ducking behind a tombstone to make more snowballs.]

If it falls off, you're carrying me to Bruce so he can sew it back on and then I win the snowbattle by default!

[gleans]

Ha, then we'll match! [ Wait, she doesn't know about that?He'll just use this chance to get close enough to throw this snowball at her back. 8) ]

[onteamdyson]

[Her head pops up from behind the the tombstone.] Match? What the hell do you mean match? Have I been living with the undead this entire time? You gotta tell people that kind of stuff in advance, man! Just common courtesy. I knew there had to be something wrong with you, you're too cool.

[gleans]

[ What -- pffff. Oh, right, she hasn't seen the ink. Oops. He grins, nudges his glasses up. ] I'll explain when we get back to the house. [ For now, PAF. SNOWBALL COMING YOUR WAY. ]

[onteamdyson]

OH MY GOD-- [You cheating piece of junk. It totally nails her right in the bunny hat. That's it. This is war.]

Son of a dick! You're finished!

[And now she's just throwing them blindly with her good arm. She's got about four already made.]

[gleans]

Shit! [ THAT WAS HIS ONLY SNOWBALL. HE IS NOT PREPARED. Galen ducks his head behind his arm but totally gets pelted by two of them, then, uh... trips over a headstone. Oops. FOOMP. At least he's laughing. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Aha! Sweet, sweet victory. Except, Kenzi can't even enjoy it because she's literally doubled over, holding her stomach, laughing at that dorktacular move. Oh my god. She can't even breathe for a few seconds there.]

If-- If I go over there to help you up, are you going to cheat like a bitch again!?

[gleans]

[ Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. He'll just groan a little and make sure his arms still work. ]

Nah, promise, you win. Ow. I can get up! [ He can! Slowly. Whee, spinny head. ]

[onteamdyson]

Yesssssssssss. [She loves winning. Galen actually lets her win. This is good.]

... Wanna head home? I think I'm sufficiently cheered up and definitely done with thinking.

[gleans]

[ With the help of a headstone, he's back on his feet soon and rubbing idly at his back. He nods and sniffs, feeling even more cold now. ]

Yeah, I think I'm gonna need dry jeans and some of that shitty coffee.

[onteamdyson]

Sounds good! I'll even make the coffee since I dragged out outta the warm.

[Come here, dorkfriend. She's just gonna wrap an arm around your waist there and transfer some of her warm.]

[gleans]

[ He's just gonna put an arm around your TINY SHOULDERS and start heading to the cemetery gates. ] You're a hero. ... And I mean seriously, I'd probably be losing my fucking mind right now if I hadn't met someone so cool right away.

[onteamdyson]

[Yes good. Perfect fit.] Awwwwh, makin' with the sweet talk! You're just lucky you were awesome from day one or I would have left your ass in the snow. Stick with me, kid. We'll survive this massively failtacular science experiment.

[gleans]

Hey, not if you start calling me kid, kid. I could throw you.

[onteamdyson]

Okay, first of all, Kobra Kid and Kid Blue. So just deal with that. Secondly, you could not! Your noodle arms? You can't even lift me! And I'm waaaay more matur--

[She can't even finish that sentence. It's so not true.]

[gleans]

[ No, it's not true. And neither is the statement before it! He'll prove it by using his arm over her shoulder as leverage to scoop her up, BRIDAL STYLE. ... And keep walking. ] Uh huh? Jesus, you weigh like, nothing.

[onteamdyson]

... I hate you so much right now. [She doesn't. This is actually hilarious. The guy doesn't even have super-human fae strength! What is happening.]

Remind me to keep the spinach away from you from now on.

[Notice how she's not asking him to put her down. Walking is for chumps. She's just gonna hang on and see how long he keeps this up.]

[gleans]

[ No super human fae strength, but despite his noodliness, this guy has lots of experience lugging gear. He's stronger than he looks! Not that Kenzi is any heavier than one of Brad's amps. ]

Huh, I don't see you complaining.