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sortinghat_logs2012-03-05 08:17 pm
clockspinner) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-03-05 08:17 pm
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This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
WHO: Dave and Tavros, eventually open to all
TONE: lmao what the fffuuu--
RATING: PG-13. They'll probably start swearing.
WHEN: 05-03-12, 1705
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: Gamzee made a shitty jab at Dave. Dave made a shitty jab back, and was promptly dogpiled by Karkat and Tavros. He proceeded to steer the conversations with genitalia, until Tavros grew a pair of stone-cold bollocks and challenged him to throw down sick rhymes. Dave upped the ante and called the battle in front of the entire school, at dinner. Tavros agreed to the terms.
In a peripherally-relevant thread, Dave proceeded to tell Gamzee about the rap battle (kinda), and demonstrate that he has no sense of self-preservation. Luckily, Tavros told Gamzee what was really going on.
tl;dr: Tavros challenged Dave for a rap battle for Gamzee's honor in front of the entire school. This log is open, but if you want to reply please wait until the actual rapping's done.
STATUS: ongoing
[As soon as the evening's announcements are over and the food has appeared on the table, Dave stands up and withdraws his wand from his robes, pointing it at his throat.]
Sonorus.
[He clears his throat and nods as it echoes through the curiously silent Great Hall.]
Yo Hogwarts, sit tight 'cause you're getting dinner and a show tonight.
[He looks over at Tavros, behind his shades.]
This tool decided to challenge the rhyme king to a little duel, so we're gonna have ourselves a battle of sick rhymes. This is between me and hot wheels, so everyone else just sit back and enjoy the show, got it?
Since I'm feeling pretty goddamn magnanimous, I'll even let you start us off.
TONE: lmao what the fffuuu--
RATING: PG-13. They'll probably start swearing.
WHEN: 05-03-12, 1705
WHERE: The Great Hall
WHAT: Gamzee made a shitty jab at Dave. Dave made a shitty jab back, and was promptly dogpiled by Karkat and Tavros. He proceeded to steer the conversations with genitalia, until Tavros grew a pair of stone-cold bollocks and challenged him to throw down sick rhymes. Dave upped the ante and called the battle in front of the entire school, at dinner. Tavros agreed to the terms.
In a peripherally-relevant thread, Dave proceeded to tell Gamzee about the rap battle (kinda), and demonstrate that he has no sense of self-preservation. Luckily, Tavros told Gamzee what was really going on.
tl;dr: Tavros challenged Dave for a rap battle for Gamzee's honor in front of the entire school. This log is open, but if you want to reply please wait until the actual rapping's done.
STATUS: ongoing
[As soon as the evening's announcements are over and the food has appeared on the table, Dave stands up and withdraws his wand from his robes, pointing it at his throat.]
Sonorus.
[He clears his throat and nods as it echoes through the curiously silent Great Hall.]
Yo Hogwarts, sit tight 'cause you're getting dinner and a show tonight.
[He looks over at Tavros, behind his shades.]
This tool decided to challenge the rhyme king to a little duel, so we're gonna have ourselves a battle of sick rhymes. This is between me and hot wheels, so everyone else just sit back and enjoy the show, got it?
Since I'm feeling pretty goddamn magnanimous, I'll even let you start us off.
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[He was just looking at Tavros' fallen wand and considering leaving to return it to him, when there's yet another angry blonde marching up to him.]
[Oh, right, it's the one who also has a Southern twang.]
At the risk of sounding like Charlie Sheen, winning.
Also going back to my table to get my chow on.
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Oh no, y'all ain't gonna be gettin' yer chow on. Y'all are gonna go an' apologize right now, mister, or so help me Ah'm gonna truss ya up like a turkey and make you apologize.
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[Also, hi, his wand is at her chin right back. He's not quite as unruffled as he'd like to be, considering he's still a little winded from Karkat's punch, but whatever.]
Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I'm the last person he wants to see right now. I'll write him a message on the journals or something.