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[jammingwith]

[Following this exchange, there seems to be a sort of flyer fluttering all over the place on the second level.

Pick one up and you'll see a picture of a hand, badly scarred, and the words "Play With Fire And You'll Get Burned."

It isn't entirely clear whose hand it is, who the flyers are intended for, or why they're even there, but there they are, just the same.

Take that, Mello.]

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[tickingshadows.livejournal.com]

.......

[WHY IS THERE A FLYER ON THE SECOND LEVEL? And it doesn't seem to make much sense, either...or have much of a purpose...

Haseo WTFs in its general direction.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[A mysterious gust of wind causes one to flutter INTO HER FACE!]

[tickingshadows.livejournal.com]

[SFMSDFDFS FLYER IN MAH FACE. Flails internally for a bit and then removes flier.]

What. The hell.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[LOL is a flyer.]

[tickingshadows.livejournal.com]

[...Just stares at it. Yeah, she has no idea what to make of this madness.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Well, no answers here. Sorry.]

[ambitions-are.livejournal.com]

[And Mello's got a flyer, all right, and he's scowling.]

OK, what the hell.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[And the paper flutters a little in his hand... and the text changes.]

"What's Wrong, Mello?"

[ambitions-are.livejournal.com]

[Glances around, gritting his teeth]

Who's the wiseass, huh?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Text changes again.]

"I Don't Know What You're Talking About."

[ambitions-are.livejournal.com]

[GLARING MOAR]

All right, fuck this.

[Crumples up the paper and is about to toss is any old place when whoops, the level drops out from under him. Not as planned.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand, somewhere on the second level, Ed is cackling.]

[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the flyer, then shakes his head.] Petty manipulations are rather unbecoming...

[... oh, hypocrisy. XD]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[The text changes on the flyer to read:]

"Like You're One To Talk."

[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

[Pokes it, impaling it on one finger idly.] What brought this on?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Changes text.]

"Someone Was Mean. Needed A Lesson."

[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

And flyers are the way to go. I see. I'll keep that in mind...

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes, Yes."

[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head and smiles, in that annoying way a parent does when they're regarding a child who has scribbled all over the walls in crayon.] How... quaint.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[The words on the page disappear, and a paper behind him crumples itself up and tosses itself into the back of his head.]

[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

[Rubs the back of his head, but smiles rather cheekily before dropping.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[nice pun. With a lazy motion, Axel plucks one from the air and glances at it.]

Heh. Guess those kinds of people will always be there.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand the text on the flyer changes.]

"Not Something You Have To Worry About, Anyway."

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[changing text too? Whatever next.]

Assuming I can worry, right?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, that's right. 8D The text changes again.]

"...Good Point."

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

I know. But other people's feuds don't really interest me that much unless they're fun to watch.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

"Sorry It Isn't Entertaining Enough."

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

I applaud your efforts, flyer of fliers.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[It crumples up on its own and tosses itself into his face. :D]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[lol what. Axel manages to bring up a hand to catch that before it hits his face.]

Say, your name wouldn't happen to have six parts to it, would it?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Another bunch of fliers start fluttering around him, though there is no breeze. A few of them fold themselves into paper airplanes and start zipping around.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[there's an amused smirk on his lips, though Axel seems a little distracted, not really looking at the paper airplanes themselves, but rather at what's causing their apparent sentience. Because this? is a new and very interesting way of manipulating the second level to him.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, this is the hacker's skills being put to good use. And she's not even doing big stuff.

The paper airplanes start gradually zipping in nearer and nearer to his head...]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[hey now, he's not that lost in the possibilities to not notice that. Steeeep away.]

I can tell you now that trying to get those things stuck in my hair won't work.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[They follow him anyway. And sort of lazily swoop around him...]

[hoenn-maihime.livejournal.com]

[Picks up a flyer]

{She mumbles to herself} Huh? What's this for?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[The flyer flutters a little in her hand, but doesn't do anything else. It's just a flyer, after all.]

[hoenn-maihime.livejournal.com]

Huh. They're everywhere. {She frowns at this} People shouldn't be littering. {She places her flyer in then bin, and begins to pick the others up so she can do the same}

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[There are so many that it would probably take days and days to get them all.

Also, they're only on the second level, so technically it isn't littering.

At least, that's what Ed thinks, but she's not really paying much attention.]