Outside of JGoB, Monday Early Evening

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Weird things happened, when Jonothon and Alice got to talking.

Whether this was because Alice was just inherently weird, or because Jono was, at heart, a bit of a crazy enabler, remained to be seen.

Either way, they'd managed to get it into their heads that they were going to make up predictions for themselves, so that they could purposefully set out to taunt destiny. The prediction? That they most certainly wouldn't pick up some snack food for Alice before completely failing retire to a common room or something of the like in order to mock bad horror films.

Which was why they were now standing outside of JGoB.

//Shall we?//

They had a destiny. They fully intended to laugh in its fateful face.

[For the co-conspirator in crazy, but of course, JGoB and the street outside of it are public, and all.]

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"Is there something symbolic we could do, before we enter?" Alice asked, frowning as she considered the matter. "To show how very serious we are about spitting in the face of destiny."

Such things were solemn affairs.

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//I suppose knocking on wood for luck or somesuch wouldn't hurt,// Jono mused, crossing his arms over his chest. //I'd suggest we actually spit, but that would be a bit difficult for at least one of us.//

A touch. A bit.

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"I could spit twice, once for each of us," Alice suggested. "And we shouldn't knock on wood. We don't need luck. We are courting disaster and mocking fate. I spit on you, Fate!"

And she did. At least it was a relatively ladylike spit, on the sidewalk, and not some mucus-y sort of hacking.

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See, Jono would have absolutely gone out of his way to hack up something particularly nasty for fate's face, if he'd been able. He'd just figured it would add something, really.

//And I... Shall kick this wall. Pretending that it is fate in effigy, or some such nonsense, I suppose.// Thump. //Bloody ow.//

Very good, Jono. You show that wall who is boss.

Of course, one must exercise caution when kicking walls on this particular island. One never knows what small, green, toothy things might be dwelling within. And when you interrupt the beauty sleep of a small, green, toothy thing, it generally doesn't take long for them to come investigating what's going on out there.

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"Are your bruised toes part of us mocking destiny?" Alice asked curiously. "Perhaps it was foretold that your toes would be unharmed today. Are you all right?"

Watching Jono, instead of watching the wall, and the shadowy creatures found therein. For shame, Alice.

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//I'm going to have to survive, aren't I?// Jono lifted his foot and gave it a shake as though somehow, this was going to help him get over the fact that he'd just gone and done something as stupid as kick a wall.

Jono only won battles against walls when he was attacking them with the upper, more firey part of his body.

Of course, standing on one foot as he was, he really was easy game for the little green blur that sank its teeth into his calf, dropped off of him, gave a little squeal, and then leapt at Alice, as well.

And now, Jonothon had more to worry about than a couple of stubbed toes.

//Naffin' Hell!//

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"What the devil --" Alice whirled, just in time to see a small green thing leap at her. She flailed with her hands, hoping to knock it away, which only gave it the perfect opportunity to sink its teeth into her arm.

It held on for a few moments before letting go, flying free and scampering off once more.

"That hurt," Alice snapped. Peevish at herself for not reacting faster. She'd killed far more dangerous creatures in the past with little effort, hadn't she? Ugh.

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//Tell me about it? Those are bite-marks in my best trousers, and...//

Okay. Things were kind of spinning, and Jono was going to need a moment, here, while he put a hand to his face.

//... And... Yer know, I...// Couldn't remember quite what he was about to say, actually. //BRUNHILDA.//

Yep.

... Yep.

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"I don't feel very well at all," Alice said, sitting down on the ground and holding her stomach. "I think I'm going to be ill."

When she looked over at Jono again, her voice was markedly different.

"... Olaf?"

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//Brunhilda! Where are oxen, Brunhilda?! Ve are to do battle!//

For Odin! For the motherland!

For the love of...

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"For Valhalla!" Alice insisted. Don't ask where the wig came from. Or the helmet. "To .... waaaaaaaaaaaaar!"

She held the note as if she were a rather obese woman dressed as a valkyrie.

So, you know.

Typical evening.

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//To waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!//

Jono's own note could have been held indefinitely. Fortunately for the world at large, Jono wasn't currently aware of that fact, and he had to pause to take a deep, very nonexistent breath.

... It was perhaps a good idea not to ask where the fake beard came from.

In any case, he was gesturing grandiosely back toward the dorms. And then he was going to thunder away on the back of his mighty steed!

Okay, fine. He was skipping sideways and projecting //Clippity clop, clippity clop,// as he went.