Turtle & Canary; Sunday [1/20]

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Doom was prepared for the NFL's Championship Sunday. That is, he was ignoring it completely and might shoot anyone who talked to him about sports with magic fire. Apu, meanwhile, made sure there was a nice display with chips and dip and drinks.

Doom considered knocking it down. Meanie.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Cherry Doom, Pigskin (not made with real pig)

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Talk to Doom

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

He's mean!

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[withoutverona]

Though Rikku's theft had spoiled some of his fun, Frank found one last check he thought he might be able to float for an extra couple hundred. "Hey," he greeted the ... entirely disconcerting costumed guy behind the counter. "Can you cash checks here? I'm in a bind."

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"There's a bank on the island if you wish to cash a check. If you wish to use a check here, you must purchase something," Doom said. Doom didn't know if this was the actual policy. He also didn't care if it was the actual policy. He gained nothing from being helpful.

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[withoutverona]

"The bank's open on Sunday here?" Frank asked, caught off-guard. "All the ones in New Y- back home would be closed."

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"No, it's not," Doom said. "So you'll have to wait until tomorrow or sign the check over to the store to purchase something."

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[withoutverona]

"Works for me," Frank said. He went off into the shelves of the store, then returned with a candy bar and a check doctored to look like a Pan Am paycheck for $300. "I just need a little extra cash to get back to LAX. They have me flying to Hawaii tomorrow."

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Doom glared at the supposed pilot with distrust. "You truly expect to pay for a candy bar with a three hundred dollar check? Show your identification to Doom!"

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[withoutverona]

"Sure thing," Frank said easily, pulling out Romeo's driver's license.

If Doom were inclined to notice such things, he might do the math and realize it belonged to a 17-year-old.

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"Doom demands to know your age," Doom said.

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[withoutverona]

And behind Frank's bland smile, there were some very fast calculations. If this was 1966 (and it had been the last time he checked) someone born in the 1940 he had "corrected" Romeo's license to reflect would be ... "Twenty-six," he answered. "I know, I still got the baby face."

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

There was a bright flash of light and... well it was like a horrible Siamese twin that was pulling itself apart there.

"Oooo! Cheetos!" Wade snagged some for the next time he had a moment to actually eat."

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

War ripped himself away from Deadpool yet again, skin slamming back together as it tore. "This is getting tedious," he snarled, knocking back at Deadpool.

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Doom's math had just been questioned. He was not in the mood for foolishness.

Then again, he never was. "What is it you want? Either of you, Doom doesn't care which."

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

...

Wade stared. "QUICK! Use your crazy powers to distract him while I save the robo-pup!"

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

War growled. "I am here to crush the weak underneath my boot, as is the duty of the strong!"

And twisted in the confusion, moving for a walloping punch at Wade's face.

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"You wish to destroy the security dog?" Doom asked. "Destroy the Squishy machine if you must. The dog, however, may still prove useful in the future."

Doom was a good employee.

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Doom was a great employee.

Wade landed in a pile of canned goods. "Why are there cans here?! Why not twinkies or chips?!" He shook his head, looking over at Doom. "War here said that he's better at RULING OVER ALL than you."

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Must you talk and talk and talk?" War asked, "That was rhetorical."

He may have been fighting Deadpool for too long, now. He stood triumphant above the fallen canned goods (and Deadpool) "None of your talk can throw War! I will snap your neck and go on to CRUSH this island underneath my FIST!"

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

After the fight had ended and the store looked... well, Wexler was fortunate that Madrox was working tomorrow and could clean up the mess with several of himself if Apu didn't get it taken care of tonight... Doom took a seat behind the counter. He needed rest. "Apu. Put my gauntlets back behind the counter. If they remain on Doom's hands, the next person through that door will die."

Apu took the gauntlets and hid them under the counter. That way it would take Doom a few extra seconds to find them if he wanted to kill someone. Extra seconds for Apu to escape.

Of course, when the delivery guy showed up at the end of the day with Doom's order from last week, the excitement of that combined with the frustrations of earlier in the day caused him to completely forget about the gauntlets.

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[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Sometime after the fight, a small grey, smelly dog picked through the wreckage of the store and attempted to abscond with a large amount of beef jerky.

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"Dog!" Doom yelled. "DROP THE JERKY AND LEAVE NOW."

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[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

The dog froze, and there was a muffled mumble that sounded exactly like someone attempting to say "Don't be silly, dogs don't understand Human" while holding something in their mouth.

And then the dog ran for the door as fast as he could.

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Doom didn't feel like giving chase, so he merely fired a mystical blast the dog's way. If he got lucky the infernal thing would die and he'd be able to retrieve the jerky.

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[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Gaspode was well-acquainted with things flying at him while he was "appropriating" things -- usually rocks, shoes, or some sort of rotten vegetable, but mystic blasts weren't entirely unknown to him. So while he would have dodged perfectly well, fank you very much, his bum leg let him down and the blast singed his tail. He let out a yelp -- dropping the jerky, wouldn't you know -- and kept running out the door.

"Bloody wizards!"

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[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

"Apu. Retrieve the food. And clean it," Doom ordered. "And make sure our damned security robot is working."