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Post by Iceman on Jul 13, 2009 23:23:09 GMT
Well, there could have been worse things Bobby could have been doing… today. Today, he opted for harmless activities that involved his powers. Like… building a snowman. It was a benefit to being a human Snow-Day. Any time he wanted he could just sit on down and produce an igloo or some other ridiculous request that his random mind could fathom. Last week, he’d made a bobsled course out of the pool. Today, he was just building a harmless snowman.
… In the Rec Room.
Grinning to himself, he continued to work on his artwork. That just so happened to look like himself. He hummed an oddly wintery tune for the time of year while his backwards Red Sox cap let a few jagged pieces of his icy hair poke through the bottom and into his translucent eyes. Really, one of the perks of being labeled the prankster and not necessarily expected to do anything of real use otherwise was that his mind was allowed to wander and let him think of new ways to play with his powers. Now if only he used that ability for good instead of evil. He padded the cheeks of his snow replica while his jeans sagged just a bit to reveal the back end of his boxers while he sang “Bobby the Snowman, was a freakin’ ahsome guuuuy! In his red sox cap he will kick your ass and maker yer mamma crrryyyyy!” at the top of his lungs to the tune of ‘Frosty the Snowman’. “Cos he nailed ‘er,” he added as a side tune.
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Post by shadowcat on Jul 14, 2009 3:55:16 GMT
Now Kitty had been the type of person to keep her more mischievous side to herself and would keep her powers for the use of good...and only good. That said, as she walked by the rec-room she felt a definite chill, it was unnaturally cold for being indoors, no matter how cold it was outside the mansion was well heated in the winters. Curious, the brunette stuck her head through the door and caught sight of one Robert Drake making, quite the fool of himself. He was singing his own version of Frosty the Snowman. Only it was Bobby the Snowman.
Blinking in silence watching him bounce about making himself in snow form, her eyes caught something. The Bostonian was wearing those stupid baggy pants of his. Rolling her eyes heavenward she'd never understand why he was so insistent on wearing the ugly things. They didn't fit. Made his ass look non-existent, and well, no one wants to see his ratty boxers hanging out. Because of this, she had quite the devious plan. Retribution was at hand. For the many outrages she had suffered because of those pants. Smirking Kitty snuck up on Bobby, staying phased until she reached him. Reaching out she took the offending fabric of his boxers in hand and yanked upwards.
Not missing a beat she phased into the floor and came up behind the SnowBobby. There she laid in wait. She, like all cats, was capable of unspeakable evil. This was one of those times she actually used her capability to its fullest. It was almost all she could do to keep from laughing.
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Post by Iceman on Jul 23, 2009 21:58:49 GMT
Now, had Bobby Drake known that Kitty Pride was intending on an attack on his rather well sculpted (pun) buttocks, he would have taken precaution. Like a belt, perhaps? Yes, most definitely a belt… and a pre-emptive prank at the very least. Some might argue that his slight exposure of boxers was asking for it… but no one in their right mind tried to pull one over on Robert L. Drake. That would just result in all sorts of unpleasant retaliation. It was a silly thing to entertain and Bobby was well aware of this lovely fact. Also, had he known that Kitty had such an objection to his pants… well… he could have happily made this a naked experience.
Unfortunately, Bobby still was a fan of clothes; something that came with being a teenager and still being awkward in his icy body. So as he essentially got the taste of what could only be described as a polar wedgie, There was a slight bulge in his glacial eyes and a twitch within the corner of his lip on the left side. The entire while of the recovery was spent with that sharp intake of a wince and still had yet to make that final exhale that symbolized that he wasn’t tasting is own boxers. When that moment came, his hand instantly came to graciously pick the wedged undergarment from his poor, unsuspecting butt.
Bobby turned around quickly and looked around. His eyes, once done twitching, narrowed while he tried to figure out what was going on. Someone had to have done that. The question was who?
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Post by wolfkitten on Sept 18, 2009 3:49:04 GMT
Kitty stood behind the Ice Bobby as she watched the reactions of the real Bobby as he felt the effects of her wonderful little joke. Goodness she wasn't used to pulling pranks, but by the bubbling feeling she was getting inside her, she figured she was definately having fun. But at the same time, she knew she'd be in big trouble! Then again... She'd likely to be able to get out of it. Well she hoped so anyway. Besides... Bobby wouldn't find out. If he moved toward her, she could simply phase through the floor!
She tried harder to suppress a giggle, rather distracted at this point as she tried to keep herself under control. She would dare to peek around the Ice Bobby to get a better peek at what was going on with the real one. She would duck quickly back behind the statue again, tensing up a bit and hoping that he didn't see her. But she tried hard not to laugh. She couldn't help but snicker a bit as she saw him pull his pants out of his rear.
She gasped and winced as the snicker was a little louder than she meant to. She winced and did the first thing she could think of and phased into his statue.
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Post by Iceman on Oct 7, 2009 14:19:55 GMT
Bobby’s eyes narrowed when he heard a particularly bubbly snicker. At least, that’s what he thought that noise was considerably peppy. His translucent eyes shifted to glance at his snowsculpted brother. He contemplated for a moment just who it could have possibly been but also had no real challenge now in his attacker’s identity. He brought his knuckles into a crisp crunch that sounded usually when freshly fallen snow was stepped on and couldn’t help but smirk.
With a snap movement, Bobby Drake rushed towards the sculpture and disappeared entirely within the mass of snow and absorbed its insides. There, he waited; delaying emerging from the well packed in disguise.
Game on Kitkat. Game on.
[[sorry for taking so long]]
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Post by wolfkitten on Oct 7, 2009 16:24:32 GMT
Kitty watched, quite nervously from the statue. She saw his eyes narrow and winced a little. Alright so maybe pranking the prankster wasn't all that good an idea... At this point she desperately hoped she wasn't caught... Yet who else could have that bubbly of a snicker and phase out of sight in seconds? Did they have an invisible mutant somewhere? Hmm... She didn't think so... Well she continued to watch Bobby, but she began to notice something... It was really cold in here and she couldn't breath... Sure she had taken a huge gasp of air before she phased, but that was starting to run out a bit on her. So as she watched Bobby, she tried to play a strategic way to phase away from here, and yet she was coming up with a blank. She could phase down through the floor, she supposed... Dang it was cold in here! Well finally she glanced up again to see what Bobby was doing, only to see he was rushing right at her! A very Kitty like squeak could be heard as he moved right into the ice statue, phasing right through her as she kept her phased state. Well of course she would leap back, out of the statue, gasping for breath and shivering like none other. She glanced up to see he was still in the statue, and figured now would be a good time to run. So she would. She ran deeper into the rec room and phased through the couch, hiding on the other side of it, grinning from ear to ear. Goodness Bobby could be fun... Though she dreaded the day he would get back at her... If he found out it was her... Which she still wasn't incredibly sure he had. But at this point it was likely... [No problem.  ] |
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Post by Iceman on Oct 21, 2009 14:44:18 GMT
Bobby almost cackled inside the snowman now. Oh Kitty Pryde was freakin’ dead. Only on a figurative level, of course. He was fairly sure that was against the rules here. It was. But there was nothing against pranking retribution. So, Bobby smirked to himself within the snowBobby shell before he felt like that weird feeling leave him. Kitty had cleared from the spot and was running. He snickered before he crouched low in his confines and sprung into an ice slide behind the couch without so much as a sound and crouched on the other side of the couch.
She was gonna geeeet it.
Without much effort, he crouched low; turning into a mass of snow and slowly moved under the couch. He reformed enough to make his hand back into ice and he sprung forward and snatched her leg. “Thought that was funny huh?”
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