h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hey Mysty, those ballistas are pretty antisocial. Bad cess on you. And, if we're going to get touchy about spelling, I might point out that it's spelt 'Legion'

*Tries to think of way to avoid being hit by ballista bolts (after all, no-one in these threads seems to ever sustain an injury. Odd, isn't it?), fails, shrugs shoulders resignedly and gets hit by bolt. Is whipped through the air, off the battlements and pinned to the ground*

Ho-hum

...Oh great, now I expect I'm supposed to like, bandage you, or some such thing..?

Really now...

*sighs, takes out her bandages and ointment, and begins cleaning Legion up*

*Coughs pathetically, paws weakly at the sky*

*In a hoarse whisper* Mother...cough cough...

Oh, really now. Stop that.

*finishes dressing his wounds and helps him into a sitting position*

Heeey, I was enjoying playing the dying soldier. Oh well. Thanks, I guess.

*Grabs a handhold on the wall and scampers back up onto battlements. Glares at Mysty*

See now, we were all acting perfectly peacefully, and you had to start all aggressive. Now why would you go and do a thing like that? I could have been killed, were it not for the ministrations of my own personal Florence Nightingale!

Sometimes I'm glad that I'm not in the midst of a conversation..and can read the backlog and laugh at you silly people

Bops the nearest person on the nose...

well legion this IS a fight
*holds lightning sword incase anyone attacks her*

*is boped in the nose by friendly*

Ow!

*twists his ear*

Florence Nightengale...?


*, slaps Legion on the back*

Whatever you say, Legionsy. But yeah. Myst, why /are/ you being so mean? And why won't you answer anyone's questions? And why... I dunno what.

ouch! sits on JJ.

*is slightly crushed*

Hey!

You started it, you goon...

*pinches his left leg really really hard*

Ooh! Does this mean we're having a cat-fight? Cover me Florence, I'm going in!

*Rolls across the battlements in a ball of limbs, under PGs defences. Pulls on Poison Girl's hair*



*Offers some bruise lotion to fwt*

Florence?

STOP CALLING ME THAT!

*wrigles out from unfer friendly and leaps at Legion, pinning him to the ground*

Poison! I'll hold him! You paint his toenails pink! Quick! Do it!

laughs. nothing more nothing less.

Friendly, shut it or youuuuu're next!

*continues pinning Legion*

Jeez, don't have an embolism...Florence.

*Rolls on back, pulls up feet and tosses JJ off. Jumps to feet, pulls on shoes and *locks* them with a sturdy padlock*

Okay, I promise that's the last time I call you that. Unless I feel like it

*she crosses her arms definately*

Promise me now or I'll never show you my ankles again, wizard.

DON'T

MAKE


ME



CHOOSE!!

*streches laboriously and then drapes herself over a chair*

I believe that I already have made you choose, darling.

is that a boil on your ankle?

No, and I don't know how you could see one if there were one to speak of, as I'm wearing knee-high boots right now.