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fandomtownies2007-03-10 11:31 am
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Preserve, Saturday Morning
Tyler woke up and decided, in spite of the rain, he felt like going for a walk. The walk became a slog, then wading, then a splashing swim past schools of fish.
He made his dampened way to the preserve where, as he treaded water and held onto the very top of a bush that was once taller than him, he saw a scene that seeme somehow familiar.
"You are not how many clams you have in your bucket," a burly crew-cut merman told assembled followers, most of whom were bruised and seemed to be missing scales. "You are not how long your tail is, or the mermaid you take to bed. You are not your Starbucks order. Got that?"
He swam up to one timid-looking merman, waiting for an answer. The merman puffed his chest out. "Sir, yes, sir."
"Good," the leader said, backing off and turning to address the whole group. "Now, two to a fight. No tritons, no crowns, and NO pulling out earrings like a bunch of water pixies. Fight is over when somoene says stop or goes under and stays there." He beckoned to the timid merman and one who was much larger, muscle buried under fat. "You guys are first."
Tyler ducked further behind the bush and watched as the mermen began to beat the crap out of each other. His fists itched as he contemplated joining them.
[OOC: Open to anyone else who wants to see merman fight club.]
He made his dampened way to the preserve where, as he treaded water and held onto the very top of a bush that was once taller than him, he saw a scene that seeme somehow familiar.
"You are not how many clams you have in your bucket," a burly crew-cut merman told assembled followers, most of whom were bruised and seemed to be missing scales. "You are not how long your tail is, or the mermaid you take to bed. You are not your Starbucks order. Got that?"
He swam up to one timid-looking merman, waiting for an answer. The merman puffed his chest out. "Sir, yes, sir."
"Good," the leader said, backing off and turning to address the whole group. "Now, two to a fight. No tritons, no crowns, and NO pulling out earrings like a bunch of water pixies. Fight is over when somoene says stop or goes under and stays there." He beckoned to the timid merman and one who was much larger, muscle buried under fat. "You guys are first."
Tyler ducked further behind the bush and watched as the mermen began to beat the crap out of each other. His fists itched as he contemplated joining them.
[OOC: Open to anyone else who wants to see merman fight club.]