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Lets have a romantic dinner
please do not inbox me rp requests right now! this is a blog with very spotty activity, one i’m only hanging around a little bit to see if the spark of inspiration might be coming back, but all these new people jumping into my inbox is putting a lot of pressure on me! i don’t want to feel obligated to stick around here by people trying to speak with me out of character and arrange things in detail; please understand that i really need this to be my decision!
that said, though, if you want to help me play around with getting my inspiration back then the #kndleader tag is the place to shove posts! i find i take to interactions better if they’re out of the blue like that, a little less obligatory and more unexpected, so if you really do want to rp with me feel free to stick something in there! i check it regularly, and while i’m in tentative waters with this blog it’s far easier to react to spontaneous situations than trying to figure out how to start them.
xanodite replied to your post: [ barges into the treehouse ] NIGEL
NO. YOU GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE RIGHT NOW YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE!
YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE! I HAVE A BRUSSELS SPROUT IN MY POCKET AND I WILL USE IT!
[ barges into the treehouse ] NIGEL
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS
xanodite replied to your post: All these sudden new followers look suspiciously...
sending my army of teenagers at you
I KNEW NONE OF THEM WERE TO BE TRUSTED
All these sudden new followers look suspiciously teenage.
He’s keeping his hand poised over the button for the Treehouse alert system, the other on the S.P.I.C.E.R. holstered at his hip. Just to be safe. One - literally - can’t be too careful.
There’s something wrong with her game. Very, very wrong. This time she’s prepared and immediately picks up the phone. “DAMN IT NIGEL, I KNOW IT’S YOU!”
Oh she’s coming for you now, Uno.
“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, TEENAGER!”
How quickly he answers gives the game away immediately - but then again, is it really a game at all if it’s already obvious the Kids Next Door are behind it? Still, the point stands that she can’t prove anything.
Better lock down the Treehouse, though. Just in case. Bellwood’s far away, but that doesn’t say for certain that she won’t jet over to beat them up worse than most adult villains regardless.
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“ Wo-ah ! “
Bubbles swung herself over a shot of fusion matter, praying that it wouldn’t end up hitting somebody behind her. It didn’t seem like they could risk anybody else falling, their fighters had already had a good chunk cut down.
Her warning came way too late.
“ Oh ! Watch out ! “
“Watch out for wh--?!”
Those were the only words which escaped from Numbuh 1′s mouth before a good sling of Fusion goop smacked him right in the face, bowling him over backwards, skidding several feet across the Tech Square plaza. A monster which had been rearing to attack completely missed as the space where the operative had been suddenly became thin air, which was a veiled blessing, but Numbuh One still had to cough and spit up the glowing liquid before it had the chance to burn his face and mouth.
There were always a few precious seconds between skin contact and damage; something every fighter had to be quick enough to take advantage of. He’d be needing a new pullover as the green goo swiped off on his sleeve began to eat through the fabric, but better that than his face - and thank goodness his shades had protected his eyes. Some soldiers weren’t so lucky.
“Forget the plaza; we’re--” A pause to jump, springing on his hands to clock a monster in the jaw with his heavy one boot, the jets on the soles blasting to life to propel Numbuh One away and deal significant damage. “--We’re needed closer to DexLabs! The DexBots need salvaging; we can’t let Fuse get his hands on them!”
❛There’s no need to get all riled up OR be on alert anymore , Number O N E , the girls & I handled this ! We just figured that you fellow kids would have liked some assistance! ❜
“The Kids Next Door had it under control!”
There really is no need to get riled up - any movements to defend kids are welcome ones, and more contributors just mean stronger forces - but it’s a matter of pride. Who do the Powerpuff Girls think they are, shooting in with zero regard for Numbuh One’s carefully-formed plan of action and rendering all Sector V’s effort thus far useless?!
The rest of Sector V have already shrugged and dispersed - along with the remaining Powerpuff Girls, by the look of it - pleased not to have to put half as much work in as they’d thought, but Numbuh One isn’t even close to relaxing as they have.
“Blossom, we have mission plans! Charts, blueprints, playlists aligned perfectly to our time frame! I appreciate you want to help, but you can’t just zoom in and do whatever you want...!”
[ Playing Wolfenstein: The Old Blood. ]
You ought to know by now what’s going to go down, Gwen.
He’s already in the system, messing about with everything he can. Old blood. New blood. Many wolves. Critically limited timers on everything. Once again your peaceful gaming experience has been hijacked by the Kids Next Door.
“Do you have a minute to talk about Our Lord and Saviour Numbuh Zero?”
((Agh, it's too bad G;KND was an April Fool's prank. Or was it? The VA for Numbuh 4 said that there SHOULD be one. But still, I have robotic children based upon the KND on my RP Blog "ultimate-robot-zl10", and no they are NOT April Fool's day pranks. If you care to follow them, that is.))
it’s not an april fool’s prank, it’s a call for everyone to drum up interest and back petitions asking cartoon network to pick the show up again because the cast and crew are ready for it, they just need the support from fans.
the numbuhone and numbuh-one blogs were april fool’s jokes (very cruel ones) so there was a lot of misinformation going around about what the new series was going to be and what we should expect (not to mention someone leaked the video way before it was due to be released, causing excess hype which a few unkind people monopolised on), but the actual team behind knd had nothing to do with that getting so messed up.
don’t dismiss the possibility of G:KND getting a series. it wasn’t a joke, it was a call to action. mr warburton is on board, the actors are on board, and cartoon network will be on board too if they see enough hype on social media to convince them that a reboot is worth it.
here’s the petition, which you should definitely sign.
“A marsbar!” He said chuckling at his own joke. “Are your friends staying for dinner? If they are me and your mother could go pick up some dough and we could make pizza tonight. Oh doesn’t like a sauce of a time?”
UUUUUUUUUGH.
“That’s great, Dad. Best joke I’ve ever heard. How do you come up with these.”
He does like pizza, though, which softens the blow of the terrible joke just a little. Reminds him what parents are actually good for. Not that he doesn’t love his family - Nigel truly does - but oh, the inconveniences tend to outweigh the perks.
“--I don’t know; maybe. I’ll go back up to the Treehouse and ask if they want to.” And escape any more jokes, hopefully. Until he runs into Numbuh 2. “What time should we be back from outer space?”
Can you come back tomorrow? We're out of Rainbow Munchies. You know all fights are off until our grocery stocks are replenished, this has ALWAYS been how we do it.
"I heard your toilets calling to me, they need help." Lou replied, placing his hands onto his hips triumphantly.
Initiating Treehouse defense system. Charging nacho cheese cannons. Target locked.
“We told you to come back tomorrow. You’re on our lawn.”
Hello little boy. *Pats your head*
YOU SEEM LIKE THE SORT OF PERSON MY PARENTS WARNED ME ABOUT.
I suppose KNDLeaderCorp is taking over DexCorp.
So long, Dexter. You had a good run, but it just looks like 2x4 technology is what the people want.
“Right right, sorry son. I just thought I saw some kids knocking around the house looking for you. Speaking of space though!” The old man smiled at his son. “What’s an astronauts favorite chocolate?”
Oh, Zero. Here it comes. He should just have stayed quiet up in the treehouse; if they’d locked the outer doors they should have been able to get to Saturn and back without any adults breaking into the sector hub. Nigel really needs to work on his planning.
“...I don’t know, Dad. What is an astronaut’s favourite chocolate.”
