Basbus Brontu

Magic! It is not an exact science. Cower fools, for Merasmus is here! Independent RP Blog for Merasmus of Team Fortress 2 Semi-selective SUPER SUPER INACTIVE AT TIMES I'M SORRY

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idk what ol' nick's talking about... it's obviously halloween....

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[Sorry Merasmus’ theme is kinda a mess. I haven’t touched this account since Christmas.]

[christmasmenace-blog]

You heard me.

It’s Christmas. Now.

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Perhaps you need to check the date.

It’s only the beginnings of July.

[terranatior]

Welcome to hell welcome to hell

doktorherbertwest

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Christmas in July? Is that guy a fan of Ed Edd n' Eddy or something?

“Merasmus does not know what this--abundance of Ed’s IS.”

“But the old fool has taken it upon himself to celebrate his ridiculous holiday in the WRONG HEMISPHERE.”

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IT IS TIME.

Time for Christmas, that is.

In July.

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Excuse me.

[themagicrainbowspy-deactivated2]

part one of the pissmas madness

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He grabbed the stole and put it back on with a grumble. Now, if the wizard had asked - "I don’t. I lied to you, but then again - you stole MY stole and did not think to ask me."

Maybe if he asked nicely he’d share.

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"You oaf--you weren't USING it." Merasmus grumbled again, crossing his arms over his chest. "It was laying over the back of the couch--not even ON you."

[emjell99]

i’ve used to play TF2 all the time! and i was wondering, since soldier+rocket jumps=irl destroyed legs, why not mechanical ones?

[hyenadip]

B̶͙̟͆ͥ̏́̒͡O̺̭̱̎̿̀̈́̏̆N͚̗͕͉̮͈̭̑ͫ̑̂͛̀̐̀͘U̗̜̿̆̒ͧ̕͠S̛̲̦ͮ͂̈͋̒ͦ ͬͮ͂ͯ̽ͯͣͥ͢͢͏̘̣̮̬̖̬ͅͅD̸̢̝͈̭͕͈̬͕̙͒͛͜U̺͉̞̲̯͙͕͙͓ͥ̀ͧͨͯ͘C̱̗̟̺̤̼͇̋̃͊͋̎ͫ͟K̛̝̖̬͇̘̹͔̃̍͝S̴̨̭̭͇̹͕͛̏̉ͫͦ͌

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"Give it back or it will be even colder than before." Merasmus, you should know better than that, come on. Have you forgotten the card game?

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"You've said you don't even GET cold--" He protested with a grumble, hands pulling it off his smaller frame as he held it out towards the Christmas spirit.

He wasn't pouting. No not at all.

He was a dignified Wizard thank you very much.

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"Don’t give me that look." Merasmus mumbles, drawing the stole closer and arching a slender brow at Nick.

Oh Nick please. This isn’t YOUR stole. Certainly not. Never mind the fact that your shoulders are bare.

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"I’ll give you whatever look I want.Give me back my stole." He was cold just the same as the wizard, and unlike him, he had no heating spells at his disposal. He wasn’t some third-rate wizard after all, never mind brash enough to steal other peoples’ things.

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Nope nope nope. He's not giving it back. Maybe if you ask NICELY he'll give you a warming spell or two.

"It's freezing out. It was here. You hardly need it."

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"My you mercenaries look cold—it’s a shame Merasmus doesn’t LIKE any of you.” Said the very warm Wizard who certainly isn’t wearing a certain someone’s stole around his shoulders and making use of several warming spells. 

No not at all.

[christmasmenace-blog]

Now please guess who’s not given him the stole willingly. If he doesn’t apologize, it is going to get a lot colder still.

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"Don't give me that look." Merasmus mumbles, drawing the stole closer and arching a slender brow at Nick.

Oh Nick please. This isn't YOUR stole. Certainly not. Never mind the fact that your shoulders are bare.

[wheatlev]

There’s just too many of them now.

Shoutout to doommate and youjustgotmerasmused for being perfect Scottish wizards and driving Nick up several walls.

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"My you mercenaries look cold--it's a shame Merasmus doesn't LIKE any of you." Said the very warm Wizard who certainly isn't wearing a certain someone's stole around his shoulders and making use of several warming spells. 

No not at all.

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Life’s hard when your lover rival is Australian Santa

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"Hmm..yes well. Merry Smissmas. Even if some of us don't celebrate such a holiday."

"Please keep that eggnog away from me."