Seeing the can drop to the ground. *Phew* Joe put away the rocket launcher he got from the Mercs warehouse. "We're all safe now! No need to thank me everyone!"
WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Joel instinctively knew what to do. He grabbed Joe by the throat and slammed him into the ground. "Pre-emptive shut-up!"
Artie groaned, rubbed his forehead and introduced himself. "Artimus Crowley. And you?"
Artie groaned, rubbed his forehead and introduced himself. "Artimus Crowley. And you?"
Will ignored the commotion around him and focused on Joel. "I am not a man who can be manipulated, by anyone. I suggest you remember that." Trying to make the situation a little more cordial he said, "Now that all that unpleasantness is behind us, I look forward to working together."
OoC: Just wondering, is Joel's rage towards Joe just his or do you not like how Joe acts in most situations?
Being pinned to the wall was rather unexpected. Why would I be pinned?! That guy had the metal death trap. "Ok ok..."
Being pinned to the wall was rather unexpected. Why would I be pinned?! That guy had the metal death trap. "Ok ok..."
"I'M MAKING HIM QUIET! I know what he's like. Talking with his words." Joel growled.
OOC: you act too nice, and, to quote Joel, "affection, it burns". So Joel wouldn't like you talking. It's an on-going theme. I like you. *hug with ass-grab*
OOC: you act too nice, and, to quote Joel, "affection, it burns". So Joel wouldn't like you talking. It's an on-going theme. I like you. *hug with ass-grab*
"That, my friend, is an effort in futility. Your better off just learning to live with it." he did his best to reason with him.
OoC: ARGH!! WHY!? I don't want to have this conversation again Twilby, refer back to the last time you tried that...
"But I don't have a nose, technically, so I need my mouth open..." Joe shouted back at Joel.
Joe saw all the cans of pop. "It's a trap! Let me go! I need to protect everyone!!" Joe screamed trying to wiggle out of Joel's pin.
"But I don't have a nose, technically, so I need my mouth open..." Joe shouted back at Joel.
Joe saw all the cans of pop. "It's a trap! Let me go! I need to protect everyone!!" Joe screamed trying to wiggle out of Joel's pin.
Joel growled and smacked Joe's face into the ground repeatedly. "I. DON'T. LIKE. YOU. TALKING! I will get naked again! Artimus! Hand me a TAB!"
Artie mumbled, but handed Joel the drink. "Thank you Artie."
Artie mumbled, but handed Joel the drink. "Thank you Artie."
Mat was uncertain whether or not to intervene in the fight between Joe and Joel. On one hand, Joe was likely to accidentally kill someone, on the other hand Joel was likely to deliberately kill one of them. Both, however, were insane. "Don't bother with that," Mat said, "We have other things to deal with." The creature from earlier came back with metal cans. It handed one to Mat and began distributing them to the others. "Thank you." Mat said, trying to figure out what exactly he had just gotten.
"Settle down Joe. What is it that's making you so agitated." he asked. Finally noticing the strange creature that had caused all this commotion, he warily took the metal can he was handed. "Yes, thank you." he said.
Joe pulled his head out of the ground high enough to see the TAB can. "Are you MAD?! What if that can had crazy glue on it. And the giant magnet with the crane!? And the spinning around until all your body parts fly off piece by bloody piece!?"
"What in god's name are you talking about Joe? And what is this?" he asked as he studied the can.
"It's a drink. You pull this, and put the hole up to your mouth." Artie demonstrated.
"We were JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS!" Joel roared, lifting Joe up and throwing him through the shop window. "Hey. Guy. You're cute." he said to the terrified assistant.
"We were JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS!" Joel roared, lifting Joe up and throwing him through the shop window. "Hey. Guy. You're cute." he said to the terrified assistant.
"One day, I was walking down the street, whistling a tune, when all of a sudden I was run over a steamroller! Then I got up, confused as to what happened, but then there was a guy selling cans of that accursed pop. When I bought one, I couldn't let go! A crane with a giant magnet pulled me up and started spinning until the G's from the spinning started ripping limbs off of me piece by piece! I'm just trying to help! Why are you doing this!?" Joe was tearing up a bit.
Doing as he was instructed, Will found the strange drink rather bad. "Joel...I'm trying to ignore your gratuitous use of violence against my friend Joe, for no real reason mind you, but your making it quite difficult."
Looking at how Joe seemed to be getting steadily worse Will decided it was better if they all just moved on. "Perhaps we should move away from these cans."
Looking at how Joe seemed to be getting steadily worse Will decided it was better if they all just moved on. "Perhaps we should move away from these cans."