(( I just wanna see how many of us there are. ))
{{The cathedral was much more spooky than Peacock imagined, which was mildly surprising, though she didn’t jump at the appearance of the seemingly calm nun in front of her. Peacock reached out a gloved hand and tapped twice on Double’s shoulder.}}
“Er. ‘Scuse me, but could a sister get some directions to a Skullgirl over here?”
- springboardpanic started following you
sup there
whatever the fuck you are
{{She could already tell that by his latter comment the two would get along quite well.}}
{{…Not really. It might’ve been just an offside comment, but Peacock took it personally—she wouldn’t have none a’this “whatever the fuck you are” baloney.}}
“Aw, shucks,” {{Peacock guffawed, shrugging bashfully as if complimented,}} “Jeez, I’m flattered.”
{{Then as soon as that act was over, the toon kept the ferocious bear-trap grin to Dave, giving him an experimental poke on his torso with a thickly gloved hand. Fixing all her Argus eyes on him, she prodded him with each forceful syllable as if to make a point.}}
“Whaddya mean by, ‘whatever the muck y’are’? What about you, hm, kid?”
{{She leaned back over to stand properly before him, but looked down on Dave with an expression mocking authoritative disapproval, or at least the best she could do to mimic disapproval.}}
“What are you? A man, or a mouse?”
(via turntablehero-deactivated201205)
{{If I’ve missed a reply, please like this post. I may be not replying to you because I’ve either been unable to come up with a good response, or just for the fact that I’ve missed one. Either way, liking this post would be appreciated! Thanks for all your patience.}}
((i’ve gotta admit that it is quite a lot of fun, haha! can’t wait for their response.))
“Hey! Don’t shoot yourself— I mean… Me!”
Peacock jumped back at the bullets shot at her, taking her gun and swiftly aiming towards her face… No… She couldn’t shoot… herself in the face…? This was confusing, what was going on? After shaking her head in a comical way to rid her confusion, she aimed a bit higher, planning to knock her hat off with a well placed shot.
“Reach for the sky! I hope your bird knows how to duck!”
She really did, to be honest. If there really was another Avery under that impostor’s hat, she didn’t really want to hurt the thing.
“Quack!” Peacock jeered as the other fired.
{{Ohhh, no. Playing a game of Duck Hunt would be great any other time but now. Instead of making Avery dodge the bullet, Peacock ducked instead, shoving her head into her hat. Doing so forced Avery to burst out of the top of her hat, the bullet whizzing just below the bird and above Peacock’s hat.}}
{{Fortunately, Avery was already prepared; aiming a loaded shotgun at the hand of the other Peacock that held the gun. Maybe this Peacock wasn’t quite able to aim and shoot the other, and vice-versa, but Avery didn’t have any qualms about incapacitating a mirror image. Avery fired, then let gravity settle himself back into the hat, Peacock’s face righteously back and uncovered.}}
“Sheesh!” Peacock exclaimed. “It ain’t duck season. You’re desthpicable!”
{{She was still grinning as she put her hat back to the top of her head, despite not knowing whether Avery had made their target.}}
(via murder-go-round-deactivated2012)
