Post by ZaCloud on Sept 20, 2009 4:26:58 GMT -5
Random fanfic-RP started by myself and Sqiky. Feel free to jump in and add to the crazy. Enjoooooy! 
Claude was grinning away while munching on a watermelon, clad in a rather country-bumpkin outfit consisting of a white t-shirt and blue jean overalls, complete with bare feet and the legs rolled up at the cuffs.
"Hehe, wow, even though I always used to eat outside, this is fun for some reason," the boy remarked. He then crunched and ate the seeds in his mouth rather than spit them out.
Jack brushed a couple of cuts of beef on the grill with some barbecue sauce, then flipped over a charred Pablano pepper which was nearly ready to be skinned and eaten. He glanced over at the Strife teen and noticed him chowing down on the melon, seeds and all.
Thats when his eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
He ran over to Zack if a grenade was coming towards him, and quickly tried to stop him from eating any more seeds. "Crap! I should have told you about those! You were eating the seeds to worlds first Money Tree! Awww man, it was a forty-seven thousandth, three hundred and sixty second generation hybrid, I almost had it..."
Zack's eyes went wide as well, and he stopped eating. "Huh? I thought it was a watermelon. Gil grows on plants? I'm confused..." He gingerly managed to pluck three seeds from the slice and held them out toward Jack. "Uhh... does that mean I'll poop coins?"
"Unfortunately, yes... it'll mean that soon, you'll have money coming out the wazoo..."
Zack blinked, then looked both elated and squeamish. "Oh... Then I can, um, make plenty of money to help Bax get home! But... I dunno if he'd want that through dirty money... I MEAN I'D WASH IT FIRST AND................ Uhh........ This is a good melon." He resumed munching, trying to distract himself.
"...yeah, it is pretty good, isn't it?", Jack said as he sat down and began eating a slice, almost as if they had just forgotten about their previous pickle.
Then, a cloaked figure swooped down from off the roof with a bag of ice in one hand and a 12 pack of beer in the other. He landed in a tumble and as he rolled over, he tossed each item up in mid air in an arc. He then took out two pistols, one with each hand, and fired one shot with each. The first struck the bag of ice and rained down cubes into the perfectly placed open cooler below, and the second shot, grazed the top of the cardboard box housing the cans of beer, allowing them to come open in mid flight and land perfectly single file into the now ice filled cooler.
The cloaked man stood up, twirled his guns in his hands and introduced himself.
Dante: "You guys are havin' a barbecue without me? And it it one of those 'bring something or starve' things? If that's the case, I brought the party!"
Zack waved enthusiastically. "Hiiiii, Dante!"
"Hey, Farmer Joe," Dante answered with a smirk, regarding the Strife's clothes. Zack laughed. Then someone's dog came running among them, a golden retriever, tail wagging as it carried its frisbee over and dropped it in front of the blond, looking up at him expectantly.
"Huh? Awww, hi doggie," Zack said, "Uhhh.... you want to play fetch? This isn't a stick. Unless you fetch this too. Is this a plate? Oh well. Uhhh.." He tried to throw it, but it just flopped hopelessly about eight feet; he had no idea it was supposed to glide.
The dog looked at Zack as if to say, You've GOT to be kidding me... before it audibly sighed and went to retrieve the item. It then brought it to Jack, wondering if this person would do it properly.
Jack took the frisbee and patted the dog on the head a couple times, before throwing it off into the yard. Little had he noticed though, that Jadus had just stepped onto their property. The frisbee collided with his chest, and the dog stopped it's pursuit of it, whimpering away from the new visitor. "Hope I'm not too late... for the taste of seared flesh..."
"Oooohhhh, hell no. Not today..." Jack warned as he reached for Zack's Fjalar, which was adorned with a new, purple materia in place of the old yellow one. Jack held it up to Jadus as he inquired as to what it was.
"And just what is that sissy little materia you have there?"
"Enemy Away, now make like a tree... and get outta here."
Jadus stood with his face slack and dumbfounded, before he open his mouth for an enourmous scream.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU..."
He then walked away a sad panda. He just wanted some steak... But nobody cared cause he was a bunghole.
Claude was grinning away while munching on a watermelon, clad in a rather country-bumpkin outfit consisting of a white t-shirt and blue jean overalls, complete with bare feet and the legs rolled up at the cuffs.
"Hehe, wow, even though I always used to eat outside, this is fun for some reason," the boy remarked. He then crunched and ate the seeds in his mouth rather than spit them out.
Jack brushed a couple of cuts of beef on the grill with some barbecue sauce, then flipped over a charred Pablano pepper which was nearly ready to be skinned and eaten. He glanced over at the Strife teen and noticed him chowing down on the melon, seeds and all.
Thats when his eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
He ran over to Zack if a grenade was coming towards him, and quickly tried to stop him from eating any more seeds. "Crap! I should have told you about those! You were eating the seeds to worlds first Money Tree! Awww man, it was a forty-seven thousandth, three hundred and sixty second generation hybrid, I almost had it..."
Zack's eyes went wide as well, and he stopped eating. "Huh? I thought it was a watermelon. Gil grows on plants? I'm confused..." He gingerly managed to pluck three seeds from the slice and held them out toward Jack. "Uhh... does that mean I'll poop coins?"
"Unfortunately, yes... it'll mean that soon, you'll have money coming out the wazoo..."
Zack blinked, then looked both elated and squeamish. "Oh... Then I can, um, make plenty of money to help Bax get home! But... I dunno if he'd want that through dirty money... I MEAN I'D WASH IT FIRST AND................ Uhh........ This is a good melon." He resumed munching, trying to distract himself.
"...yeah, it is pretty good, isn't it?", Jack said as he sat down and began eating a slice, almost as if they had just forgotten about their previous pickle.
Then, a cloaked figure swooped down from off the roof with a bag of ice in one hand and a 12 pack of beer in the other. He landed in a tumble and as he rolled over, he tossed each item up in mid air in an arc. He then took out two pistols, one with each hand, and fired one shot with each. The first struck the bag of ice and rained down cubes into the perfectly placed open cooler below, and the second shot, grazed the top of the cardboard box housing the cans of beer, allowing them to come open in mid flight and land perfectly single file into the now ice filled cooler.
The cloaked man stood up, twirled his guns in his hands and introduced himself.
Dante: "You guys are havin' a barbecue without me? And it it one of those 'bring something or starve' things? If that's the case, I brought the party!"
Zack waved enthusiastically. "Hiiiii, Dante!"
"Hey, Farmer Joe," Dante answered with a smirk, regarding the Strife's clothes. Zack laughed. Then someone's dog came running among them, a golden retriever, tail wagging as it carried its frisbee over and dropped it in front of the blond, looking up at him expectantly.
"Huh? Awww, hi doggie," Zack said, "Uhhh.... you want to play fetch? This isn't a stick. Unless you fetch this too. Is this a plate? Oh well. Uhhh.." He tried to throw it, but it just flopped hopelessly about eight feet; he had no idea it was supposed to glide.
The dog looked at Zack as if to say, You've GOT to be kidding me... before it audibly sighed and went to retrieve the item. It then brought it to Jack, wondering if this person would do it properly.
Jack took the frisbee and patted the dog on the head a couple times, before throwing it off into the yard. Little had he noticed though, that Jadus had just stepped onto their property. The frisbee collided with his chest, and the dog stopped it's pursuit of it, whimpering away from the new visitor. "Hope I'm not too late... for the taste of seared flesh..."
"Oooohhhh, hell no. Not today..." Jack warned as he reached for Zack's Fjalar, which was adorned with a new, purple materia in place of the old yellow one. Jack held it up to Jadus as he inquired as to what it was.
"And just what is that sissy little materia you have there?"
"Enemy Away, now make like a tree... and get outta here."
Jadus stood with his face slack and dumbfounded, before he open his mouth for an enourmous scream.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU..."
He then walked away a sad panda. He just wanted some steak... But nobody cared cause he was a bunghole.
