RE: Pol
Pol stood there, in his dramatic pose for a good thirty minutes. He chewed upon his straw, one end of the golden strand bouncing around and leaving tiny golden sparkles in it's wake. The sparkles disappeared after a few moments, and did nothing save looking pretty. Pol waved to a few navi's as they passed, then he slid his feet down to the sides of the metool, his feet holding the metool down by pressure on the sides of the helmet.
Pol then leaned down and placed his fingers around the edge of the metool's hat. In one quick motion he tried to pick the metool up by slipping his fingers under the helmet and pressing his palm against the outside. His aim was to pick the met up, and bring it upside down over his head with his arms extended fully and his hands holding firmly.
Around the time that Pol began this attempt, Yamazaru checked his PET. It was his coffee break, and he was sipping a steaming cup of tea as he noticed the signal that Pol is in battle. He calmly checked the timer, then his eyes went wide. He set the tea down and quickly checked in on Pol. "What are you up to!? you've been in battle for thirty minutes, what...why didn't you tell me? you could have been hurt and I wouldn't have...you were hurt! why didn't you tell me?"
Pol sighed and replied, " oh stop worrying and get me a hat already. You know I want to look dark and mysterious with a hat and a cape and stuff. Besides, it only hit me in the shins, I'll fix myself up after I have my fun with this Met."
Yamazaru sighed, " you know that's really irresponsible. What would you have done if you got swarmed by mets? or what if this one screams out and summons a metswarm, or the big bad met of doom? "
Pol chuckled," you know those are just rumors...no one has been hit by a swarm of mets in ages, and the big bad met of doom is just a legend. It's not real, it's like the easter bunny, or pixie fairies."
Yamazaru looked shocked, and leaned back in his chair. He placed a hand on his chest, and leaned back, " How dare you deny the existence of pixie fairies! They surely are real, as sure as santa!"
Pol held back a snicker, his cheeks puffing a bit as he held his lips tightly closed. He then bursts out in laughter and closes his eyes. The piece of straw fell from his mouth, and wafted slowly to the ground as he tried hard to keep from dropping the met. Sadly, he failed. His hands moved to his sides as he held them and doubled over in laughter. The met fell from Pol's grasp and smacked into the back of his head. It would have a prime chance of firing off a blast directly into Pol as it fell.
As he dropped the met on his own head, Yamazaru chuckled and said, " that's what you get for not believing in pixie fairies. If you need a chip, just say so."
This is of course, all contingent on Pol catching the Met. If it scurried away, he would be busy chasing after it while bent over, saying things like "C'mere you."
Actions spent:
1) attempt to grab/capture the met
2) Action spent talking and laughing.
3) Dropping met on own head.
Edited into past tense.
posted in Electown Net •