[Whatever you were doing, you were most likely interrupted most rudely as a suspiciously young looking doctor is being pushed in your lap by a harried receptionist.
Squirming to get back up and ignoring any concept of personal space completely by pushing himself up against your chest, Vector gives a wide-eyed look as he calls after the nurse.]
Hey! Wait! I'm supposed to do what?! I'm not even-
[Nope, cthulhu doesn't care. Staring after the NPC for a moment longer, Vector sighs.]
Uhm, you aren't really in labor, right?
[There's a suspicious lot of hope in his words.]
2. Playing villain – it all went so well...
Vector can't help laughing at the constant repeated mumbling. "It was you, you did it, you killed them, you're the murderer." Giving the fake kid – because he knows it is fake, it isn't him, it could never be him because the real him is RIGHT HERE and he'd never say something pathetic like that – an amused look, he smirks.
"Damn right, I did. It was fu~n! It's just like I always claimed. I'm sad I can’t do it again~ !"
He'll keep playing like this until he reaches the door that leads him back up and the apparition vanishes. At this point Vector is just going to snicker as he forms a gun with his fingers and pretends to shoot the now empty air where his younger self was.
"...and you know what? I killed you too! Poof!" Laughing lightly, he spins once on the spot before he chirps "Level cleared~! I can do it! Hey look, I can really do it on my own~!"
3. ...until nothing was well anymore
[Leather straps. Cackling doctor. The noise of a bone saw being prepared. Vector puts on his best scared face and tugs on his restraints.]
Hello? Uhm. I'm pretty sure that I'm the wrong patient. Look, I'm even still wearing that doctor coat. I'm definitely the wrong one! Really! I- uhm. HELP!!!
4. Pardon the dropkick-greeting (Truth!)
Running, running, dodging... Vector vaults over another haphazardly placed rolling tray full of nasty looking instruments and skids around the corner as if he is playing an against-the-time game. His eye keep dashing left and right, picking out details that decide whether he is just going to keep up his top speed parkour or not. If this is another one of CERES games like the last grand tour, he is going to need the head start.
But as long as he can manage to keep going without picking up any unwanted witnesses everything should be go-
"oooooh fuck! WATCH OUT!!"
Where the hell did that person just come from and why did they just run into his landing place when he is leaping off a filing cabinet?!
5. Wildcard
((OOC: Prose and action are both fine, pick one and I'll match!))
oldbie, OTA
[Whatever you were doing, you were most likely interrupted most rudely as a suspiciously young looking doctor is being pushed in your lap by a harried receptionist.
Squirming to get back up and ignoring any concept of personal space completely by pushing himself up against your chest, Vector gives a wide-eyed look as he calls after the nurse.]
Hey! Wait! I'm supposed to do what?! I'm not even-
[Nope, cthulhu doesn't care. Staring after the NPC for a moment longer, Vector sighs.]
Uhm, you aren't really in labor, right?
[There's a suspicious lot of hope in his words.]
2. Playing villain – it all went so well...
Vector can't help laughing at the constant repeated mumbling. "It was you, you did it, you killed them, you're the murderer." Giving the fake kid – because he knows it is fake, it isn't him, it could never be him because the real him is RIGHT HERE and he'd never say something pathetic like that – an amused look, he smirks.
"Damn right, I did. It was fu~n! It's just like I always claimed. I'm sad I can’t do it again~ !"
He'll keep playing like this until he reaches the door that leads him back up and the apparition vanishes. At this point Vector is just going to snicker as he forms a gun with his fingers and pretends to shoot the now empty air where his younger self was.
"...and you know what? I killed you too! Poof!" Laughing lightly, he spins once on the spot before he chirps "Level cleared~! I can do it! Hey look, I can really do it on my own~!"
3. ...until nothing was well anymore
[Leather straps. Cackling doctor. The noise of a bone saw being prepared. Vector puts on his best scared face and tugs on his restraints.]
Hello? Uhm. I'm pretty sure that I'm the wrong patient. Look, I'm even still wearing that doctor coat. I'm definitely the wrong one! Really! I- uhm. HELP!!!
4. Pardon the dropkick-greeting (Truth!)
Running, running, dodging... Vector vaults over another haphazardly placed rolling tray full of nasty looking instruments and skids around the corner as if he is playing an against-the-time game. His eye keep dashing left and right, picking out details that decide whether he is just going to keep up his top speed parkour or not. If this is another one of CERES games like the last grand tour, he is going to need the head start.
But as long as he can manage to keep going without picking up any unwanted witnesses everything should be go-
"oooooh fuck! WATCH OUT!!"
Where the hell did that person just come from and why did they just run into his landing place when he is leaping off a filing cabinet?!
5. Wildcard
((OOC: Prose and action are both fine, pick one and I'll match!))