(VIDEO) — UN: BANANA HAMA ➤ OMEN'S POV
(can one even make out what's happening? there's just a lot of frantic movement. there's a point it does stop and one will spot some familiar establishments. it seems this is taking place in WILLFUL MACHINE and whoever is the recorder is up high like on a rooftop of some kind. finally the recorder speaks, it's a (ooc: mugman/cuphead goofy accent) voice no one will recognize except fang or vi since he doesn't usually speak unless needed:)
Oh man, oh man! I only looked away for a few seconds. Where did she go now?
(well to answer this omen's question, there's some shots being fired somewhere in the distance. the omen monkey screeches and back to the frantic running. occasionally in his pants, one can hear him say,"We might have an emergency! Someone might be hurt!" there's a maniac crackling, too. it's echoing in the skies and becomes louder the more this omen is getting closer to the scene. and finally now on ground level, there are trenchies running from the opposite direction from where this omen is sitting -- luckily, they are darting out the way so he won't get trampled over.
and there is jinx with her gun aiming down at the citizen lying there on his back. is there blood? yes, there is. the trenchie is definitely wounded on his shoulder in which he grips over.)
Please, I'm sorry!! I-I didn't mean to pull on your hair. It was an accident, I swear!!
(all...this...fuss over a hair tug? it's like jinx has forgotten how ridiculously long her braids are. however though, she doesn't seem to be taking the apology but instead grinning wickedly before crouching down to the stranger. the barrel is press hard underneath his chin; maybe it'll leave an imprint there. she certainly hopes so. chewing on her bottom lip, she finally decides to speak...sorta.)
♪ Ice in my veins
I run in the night
Ready to fight
It's Do or Die ♪
(ooc: lyrics here if you want follow along.)
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(maybe [YOU] are out here in WILLFUL MACHINE and saw the commotion and [YOU] wish to stop this mayhem. well, it's too bad. because the moment jinx starts moving, [YOU] will be her backup dancer to her singing and dancing. hope you have a fun workout!
meanwhile, mr.bananas is just recording this still because he is completely dumbfounded at what the fuck is happening. TOO MUCH IS GOING ON!!! oh as for the bloody trenchie? he ran off during this dance number so. at least, he's got away and is safe somewhere.)

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Ha, you're on!! — Prepare to feed me! But you better write this down 'cuz I'll definitely forget. Just like our other game. What was it again? Somethin' about making out.
(it had something to do she will let her know how making out would feel like but she forgot the full details of the game.)
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Shit, I forgot about that! I think you were supposed to make out with someone and then dish on all the sordid details for me! But I'm not too worried about that. [ it may or may not have something to do with the fact she's quietly dating someone ]
But I won't forget this one. I may feed you more than once a month. I always make too much food when I cook for myself.
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No! Your first kiss is important and special! Don't just give out away like that.
— Shaddup, no one cares. I'll be caught dead if I do the romance stuff. I rather swallow a sack full of gunpowder.
That doesn't count because you've already tasted gunpowder before.
Yyyyeaaah? Happens when you're dealin' with guns and explosives. They fly in your mouth.
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You do know that most people with eyes would want to kiss you, right? I suggest you be... discerning when it comes to your first kiss. [ she's one to talk. her first kiss was with a guy who might've been her cousin and he thought he was going to die for her ]
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(and that someone being is her "brother" mylo who hackles her appearance every given chance he gets. mostly after she fixes herself up and glances in the mirror. speaking of, she'll... need to find another mirror for her bathroom. there's still glass shards all over the floor.)
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