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[sears]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Azula's door.]

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[beejfu]

[This is voice, right? This is probably voice. BJ mimes a 'blah blah blah' motion to himself while on the phone, then starts making a jerk-off motion with the same hand, tired of this princess' talk.]

Kid, what do you want? Your laundry done? Meals brought to you? Fucking name it.

[sears]

You really are aiming low, but that's no surprise. It's not like you have any resources at your disposal, either. Now, if you'll excuse me--

[Bye! She's off to message Hange and inform her that her smelly, criminal inmate is being the worst neighbor. What a shame it would be if someone were to interrupt her as she walks down this hallway, on her way to the gym.]

[beejfu]

[NOPE nope nope nope. Before Azula can make it down the hallway, BJ is up and scrambling to his cabin door.

He opens it in front of her and without hesitation scoops her up in his arms to carry her back into his cabin]

[sears]

[Azula is very strong and fit, but she's no match for this ghost! Probably. Her player doesn't actually know much about how strong this ghost is, but he has the supernatural at his disposal and Azula does not, so let's just say he's able to manage this. She's going to struggle like hell, though, and will absolutely be attempting to set his hair on fire.]

[beejfu]

[This ghost has lifted 200 pounds of dead Hange weight over one shoulder and regularly dance-lifts girls around Azula's size. He is weirdly fit underneath that tummy fat.

He has healing powers, a thing for pain, and a fervent desire not to let Azula leave.

The front door is kicked shut during the struggle. He flinches in pain from the fire starting to eat at his scalp and starts to drag her over to a closet to put her in temporarily.

Said closet has like. a lot of fertilizer stuffed in it]

I wanted to do this the easy way!

[sears]

I don't plan to let you get away with this.

[She seethes, aiming a sharp elbow at his stomach.]

[beejfu]

[Oof! He doubles over, but is taking some kind of weird enjoyment out of being hit??]

You don't even know what 'this' is!

[He snatches up a chair and uses it to fend Azula back like she's an angry tiger. The chair has spikes all over it]

[sears]

I mean this. Grabbing me is unacceptable--

[She dodges easily, but unfortunately, those spikes make it pretty hard for her to advance. She's not going to stop trying to get around it, though; she moves to arc around him, trying to get behind both him and the chair.]

[beejfu]

Oh shit. Well, that's just gonna make what I do next even more upsetting.

Lights!

[All the lights in his cabin go out. He uses the chair to try driving Azula into a closet inexplicably filled with two ten-pound bags of fertilizer]

[sears]

[Fire works as a decent light source under some circumstances, but fighting fire really doesn't; she's too busy whipping it around, not trying to hold it steady enough to see by. She almost makes it around him, but then the side of one of those spikes catches her in the ribs (at least she avoids a full-on puncture!) and she falls back into the closet. Better slam that door quick, BJ, because she recovers quickly and will be up and raring to go in just a second.]

[beejfu]

[BJ barrels into the door a half second later, shoving himself up against the door with a victorious yell]