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WHO: John, Vriska, and anyone who wants to be their victim!
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: Earlier that day
WARNINGS: Obnoxious teenagers
SUMMARY: John and Vriska pull pranks
FORMAT: Brackets

[ The plan they'd had was simple, even if they'd been plotting it out for awhile. Step one, get up early and find a section of the City were people weren't walking yet. Step two, cover a good section of it with rubber cement. Step three, find a good building to hide on with their balloon launcher. And the final step? Wait.

They'd gotten pretty creative with their balloons as well. Not only did they have a series of pain filled balloons (washable paint, of course, John hadn't budged on that one), but they had balloons filled with Elmers glue and several filled with different colored sands. They'd wanted to go for an old fashion tar and feathering deal, but not wanting to torture and do real hard to anyone they'd opted to use glue instead, and realizing feather filled balloons wouldn't fly too far they'd go with sand instead.

They even had a few balloons filled with glitter glue. They were ready. Now they just needed some people to hit with them. ]

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[ There really wasn't, and honestly he should have been expecting it. Still, he can feel his trickster gambit plummeting down... down... dooooown as the paint drips down his face and coats his glasses. ]

Aw-- Man!

[She smears the paint on her hand across his cheek, grinning at him with the smuggest of airs. So much for being a master prankster. She's going to thoroughly demolish his gambit while hers continues to rise.]

You didn't think I was going to forget about that, did you? Suuuuuuuuch a terrible mistake, John!

[ She might think that now, but while John is taking his glasses off his face and furiously trying to scrub the paint off of them onto a clean part of his shirt he is already plotting his immediate revenge! And then also a smaller revenge after that when she's not expecting it. ]

No way, but you know now that you've done it...

[ Sliding his glasses back on and dramatically pausing for a few seconds before dive bombing for one of the glitter glue balloons and grabbing it ]

This means war!

[ And he hurls it at her. ]

[Wow, grudge much, John? Don't be so bitter just because she's better than you. :::;)

But really, though? Throwing something at a thief with warning is like an invitation to dodge it. And she does, letting the balloon sail into the side of the building ledge.]

Come on, John, that was pathetic! You're going to have to do better than that.

[ The student hasn't surpassed the teacher yet! She's got a ways to go because she can start claiming she is the better prankster here, but he will give her this much she definitely caught him off guard.

She's right though, he definitely will. That is a wicked little grin spreading across his paint smeared face though. ]

Don't say I didn't warn you though.

[ And suddenly the wind picks up. The wind picks up a lot and a good dozen paint filled balloons lift up into the air rapidly spinning around in place for a moment before hurling themselves at Vriska. ]

[WOW OK JOHN, it's not like those balloons were for innocent victims or anything!!

Vriska manages to dodge a few, but there's no way to outmaneuver all of them, so she takes some pretty messy hits there. Her hair is a matted mess of rainbow paint and half her torso is covered. She lunges for the glue and paint filled ones, and then straight up flings herself at him.]

You're gonna pay for that!

[ They can make more! If there was one thing the did for sure, it was buy more than enough balloons for the day.

And John is cracking up at his own masterpiece here. Vriska is a RAINBOW WRECK. Now that's how it's done. He does stop laughing as Vriska launches herself at him though and starts to run backwards across the rooftop, making a grab for a balloon as he goes. It feels heavy. One of the sand ones? Dang! That won't help, they're trying not to throw the sand filled ones at people direction, just around them so they burst in a sandy explosion since actually being hit by one would probably hurt. ]

[Better find some ammo quick, because Vriska's got her wings out and she's gaining on him. She's not going to throw them at him and risk him windy powering them right back at her face. No, she's planning on tackling him as soon as he's close enough so that she can smash them against his chest.]

[ There's nothing near him! Oh no, this is a crisis situation and John's all out of balloons. He could fly off, but that is retreat and retreat is not an option. Okay he's got this balloon here with sand in it, and maybe he can toss it at the ground and it'll spray up and blind her long enough for him to circle and grab some balloons of his own?

Or maybe when he does throw it full force down at the ground it'll burst and pour sand out all over the ground without any of it flying up more than a foot into the air?

Wow, that was disappointing. ]

What a waste of a balloon!

[There is nothing stopping her from careening into John now. She's laughing at the sad attempt at a counterattack, because it was really just kind of embarrassing. What the hell did he think it was? Smoke??

Oh man they should have gotten smoke bombs to throw at people that would have been great.

If she manages to smack into him, he will be graced with a pink paint balloon to the chest and glue to the hair. Take that!]

[ Smoke bombs would be pretty great. Maybe for a future prank. Right now though John is preparing himself for that attack, however he's not going down without taking her with him. Unlike the people on the streets below John has a certain advantage that none of them have...

He can reach out and grab onto Vriska after the attack, and believe me that's what he's attempting to do now, determined to rub off some of that pink paint on her and shaking his head to see if any of the glue flecks will splatter onto her as well. ]

[The only downside to John dragging her down too is that now he's also smearing the paint that was already all over her onto himself as well. So it's pretty much a win-win in Vriska's book, since she's basically covered in the stuff.

She squishes his cheeks in retaliation after he shakes his head.]

Come on! Haven't you destroyed my hair enough for one day?? You're the worst matesprit ever.

[ It's basically more of an attack on himself than an attack on her, but hey! At least he managed to get some glue on her too, so it's not a total loss here. ]

All I did was make it more colorful than it normally is!

[ Grinning and ignoring the cheek smooshing to try to shake his head. ]

I bet you are really glad we didn't use permanent paint now.