The stairs, from the fifth floor down, Monday after classes

[nadiathesaint]

In a brilliant cascade of colors and bounciness, several hundred rubber balls of varying sizes, from the small superbouncy balls to the large playground balls bounds cheerfully down the stairs in a omg dangerous beautiful display of . . . ballsiness ballness.

Anyone who should happen to be on the stairs was about to get a bit of a surprise if they haven't been warned by omg!traitors!

[ball attack! join the craziness! Craziness over with! Come join the ball-infused cleanupness! no, wait....]

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[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

Loading uup the Tachikoma with superballs, the voice of Togusa could be heard over the clamor.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Rounds of balls came from the Tachikoma and struck out at targets.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter snaps his head up at a sudden barrage of balls coming at him as though shot from a gun.

Those are going to freakin' hurt...

He cuts those out of the air without hesitation, sending a spray of chopped rubber bits flying.

[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

"Holy Hell! The British kid is playing dirty!" Togusa ripped off his thermos and was struck in the back of the head by a ball. The tachikoma had missed. Was it excited about something? Oh well.

"No fair! You have to throw them back at us, not slice them! FIRE!" Togusa dived for the ground.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter took out the next cannon-fired barrage and grinned. "And you're not supposed to be using a tank!"

[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I have to learn some way how to use it to my advantage!" The tachikoma seemed oddly...hyper???

Wait a minute.

"HOW GAVE MY TANK NATUAL OIL???" Not giving up, he kept firing away.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter kept his superball mutilation restricted to those fired by the Tachikoma.

He thought.

But he took the next available opportunity when Togusa yelled to pepper him with superballs and superball bits.

ZOMG! EMO SUPERBALLS

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

If superballs could have feelings, these would be very sad superballs...

Except they wouldn't, because they'd be dead from being blowed up.

Poor little superballs. Never again to bounce merrily around a room.