THE RAP BATTLE BOOTH | spring gala event

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    [fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][center][size=15]RAP BATTTLEEEEEEE

    [size=8]Far past the dining and main party tent was a strange set up beneath a massive royal blue canopy. There seemed to be... a stage? Yes, that was definitely it. There was a stage set up with several miscellaneous cushions, logs, and bean bags arranged to view the provided aforementioned set up. Standing before all of this was overly cheerful terrier with a well-kept leather collar that read Property of C on its tag. As you approached a broad grin spread on his white and tan maw and he sprung forward to greet you. "Aye wassup chap! Nice to meet ya' I'm Samuel, a local Gravedigger of ShadowClan here to host this lovely booth!" In the wake of his small body his little tail was wagging enthusiastically, "This here is a rap battle. So you know, feel free to hop up on the stage and start spitting some mad rhymes. Who knows, someone might even spit a rhyme so sick that they get something for it." With a wink the little terrier returned his post, allowing you to pass into the canopy now.


    A rap battle eh?


    WORKERS: Samuel (NPC)
    This booth is no longer taking workers.

    [center]FINCH HARBRINGER GRIMM
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    "the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
    .....
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    [color=#85aff2]Finch stumbled in drunkenly, her blue eyes glazed over. Her words were slurred as she grabbed one of the microphones, looking at the literally nonexistent crowd before raising her paw.


    [color=white]"I WAS RAISED IN THE 6."[color=#85aff2] she said, closing her eyes and giving a sentimental spoken word introduction.


    [color=white]"I was raised on the streets... my mom was the concrete jungle... LEMME HEAR YOU SAY AYE-O"[color=#85aff2] she said, bobbing up and down before breaking out into spontaneous rap, Challenging two people who she knew could hear her...


    [color=white]"Chardonnay, you're half gay, and I mean that's okay but I'm sayin' it anyway - I ain't gonna roast yah, cause I've already toasted yah - I don't need to twice-bake your ass to make you get this rap...."[color=#85aff2] she began, before speaking to Sango. [color=white]"Sango, you got so many notches on your belt you aint even got a belt anymore - there's a word for that, it's called being a - ... nevermind."[color=#85aff2] Finch swayed on her feet and and got so close that she was basically kissing the mic. [color=white]"Please don't demote me."[color=#85aff2] then fell off the stage.


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    tags 4/09

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]The demoness was slipping from booth to booth having a good time and stumbling more than a little via the many drinks she'd had that fine night when the tone of one of her closest friends found her through their bond. "Chardonnay, you're half gay, and I mean that's okay but I'm sayin' it anyway - I ain't gonna roast yah, cause I've already toasted yah - I don't need to twice-bake your ass to make you get this rap...." Rap battle eh? She remembered a time before this life when she openly participated in such things... fuck it. She totally had this shit leggo bitches. Leaping up onto the stage beside Finch the grey-furred canine used her long, ivory tufted tail to steady the mic before hooking it closer with a clawed forepaw. "Aye' bitch so you think you're the shit? Try a pint-sized half wit. Sure I'm half gay and that's okay but what do you have to say for when our three way went five way? AYEOOO." In the same motion the demon whirled on her leader, a sly grin on her drunken maw. "You're turn mon cheri." She teased in a challenging tone as if she didn't think the leader could dish out.
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    TAGS — Little did everyone know (or what everyone did know), Sango could not fucking rap. She had no flow what so ever, and even less considering she'd been bartending and sneaking drinks while the customers chatted. She was one amazing leader, definitely responsible as hell. "Kayy..." The hellhound began as she approached after Chardonnay furrowing her fictional brows together. "I'll 420 blaze in on your grave, I'll... rave." Fucking brilliant. "I'm decades older than you, birdie, I'll fuck you up. Wordie."


    "And Finch, you're demoted, deputy spot's open yell 'blaze it' to claim."


    //shout ouT TO SHADOWFAM WTF ARE WE DOIN YA'LL ARE HYPE AF WHY AM I TYPING THIS AT 1:00 AM AND SHOUT OUT TO OUR DANK ASS ALLIES WTFFFF


    it took me a half hour to make this up i want the sweet release of death


    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"Blaze it!" Gray said jokingly as he walked over, watching the ladies battle with an entertained smile. "Do I need to be a ShadowClanner though?"


    //couldn't resist


    Tags | Updated 4/9/17

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    TAGS — In addition, she also couldn't make decisions. Alcohol, excellent shit. Whirling to look at Grayarea the leader grinned widely before shrugging, "Fuck it." She slurred briefly, "You're a deputy for like 24 hours." What could possibly could wrong? "Well, you can't really do anything actually but feel free to be an honorary one day deputy."

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Warrior | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Well, shit. Finch is gonna be feeling that in the morning." Sieg wandered into the booth, sober after her drunk roasting session that turned out pretty damn well. She stayed on the sidelines for the time being, but could jump in with a rap or two at a later time.


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    maybe it was just the festivity of the gala that spurred marie on to participate in this rap battle, for anyone who knew her was well aware of her shittiness in dishing out some rhymes. oh well, for any lame rhyme, she'd have some sort of good insult, right? approaching the scene, the female had a smug smile on her face, watching the banter continue before jumping straight in. her first victim? sango, of course! "decades older? explains something. at least now i know why you're like, half-dead and so much colder." decent, but let's see what a few more flames towards sango could do to her sick rhymes yo. "but, at least you know what 420 is, but what happened to wordie? did you pick that up from your 42 thousand grandsonnies?" don't kill me.
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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    With a snort, Sieg began to rap her own verse. "So, you've got Sango down for the count, but don't leave the rest of us out. I've been doing this shit since I was a kit and I could mangle any high top high strung piece of shit." Sieg took a breath and continued. Rhyming was hard, but this was enjoyable.


    "Now, there's a few of us, true, but why don't you shapeshift into a toilet so I can shit all over you. I've been called old, I've been called senile, but never in my life have I seen anything quite so vile. You pretend you've got what it takes to match me, hm? So babe, what'll it be? Will you rise up, or let this old badger beat you down so hard that'll you be crying like a pup?"

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    i think i tried too hard
    ***
    It was Elena's turn.


    Swaggering up to the stage, she snorted loudly. "You may be old and senile but I won't worry; At least my vision isn't half as blurry. You think you're so cool? Fool! Don't make me knock you upside the head. You'll be stuck sick in bed! Now, I don't mean to pry, small fry, but don't you think you're getting a little too high? Come down out of the sky, hermano! It's making your voice go soprano. I'm sorry, what was that? Did I hear a squeak? I don't mean to be rude, but I'm at my peak! Victory's what you seek? Ha!" The pup sucked in a breath. "Don't try me, freak, but gee whiz, you reek! Take a step down, why don't ya? Elena's in the house, hear? Foreva!" And with that she stepped back, flicking her head and tail, shooting a snide look at the tabby.
    ***
    ATTACK IN BOLD #310000 - TAGS - TWO MOONS OLD



    reducedemotions

    Reducedemotions stumbled into this event and had no idea what was going on because he missed the intro and didn't know what these "microphones" or "raps" or "roasts" were and nobody seemed the slightest bit concerned that Finch was passed out on the ground. So he just sat there and for the first time in his life, wished the demon was awake so she could explain what the hell was going on.


    //10/10 thread, would read these amazing raps again


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;]What on earth was going on? He felt as if he had just stumbled into some sort of ridiculous alternate universe. But then again, he knew that the trio could often act in such a manner. Especially considering the fact that alcohol had been unfortunately dragged into the situation. Who's bright idea had that been? Probably Sango's. "Seriously?" he muttered, ears twitching slightly as he observed the chaotic scene unfolding before his very eyes. They were initially roasting each other but now Sango was saying that she was 'demoting' Finch and that this random ally was going to be some kind of honorary twenty-four hour deputy?


    He was honestly quite lost. However, he swiftly came to the conclusion that if you can't beat them, join them. He was not going to actively join in but he decided to observe anyway, sitting himself down besides Reducedemotions. Ignacio watched the 'rap battles' go back and forth with a flicker of amusement held within his eyes. He had no skill with things like this and was therefore not willing to participate.


    However, it seemed that the youth's sibling had some other ideas about that. His amber gaze widened slightly as he watched the pup speaking. If he was more in tune with the younger generation he would have probably thought that she was spitting bars but alas, he was still reserved in a sense despite being able to talk to others. "Nice one, hermana" he hummed with a flick of his ear, a small grin curling up at the corners of his lips as he spoke up.

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "You've got nerve, I'll give you that. But it won't be long until things go splat. You really think you scare me? I'm a lean, mean killing machine and I sure as hell won't hesitate to snap your neck clean. I think you're a bit in over your head, dear; why don't you stand clear and let the grown ups show you how to instill fear. I'll turn your own words around on you. Don't make me knock you upside the head for getting too cocky and ending up dead." Sieg finished, shooting a smirk in Elena's direction.
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    i just woke up this is a disaster
    ***
    Elena burst into a fit of giggles. "How cute! What a hoot! Don't make me give you the boot. Lean and mean, you say? Try scrawny and gay! Don't go jumping into the fray. I'll shatter you like clay! You don't scare me. Bitch, I'm on a killing spree! Why can't you see that the fee for fighting me is getting too high for yee? Maybe you should get down- Elena's in town! Knock me upside the head? Way to reuse words, hon! Come on, now. I'm just having fun. Can't handle the heat? I think you're beat! Take a seat, grandma!"
    ***
    ATTACK IN [color=#310000]BOLD #310000     - TAGS - TWO MOONS OLD

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Duskreacher | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Take a seat? You truly think you've got me beat? I thought I was senile and old, but nothing beats the arrogance of young pieces of mold. Perhaps you'll get your chance another day, since you seem intent on losing this match in the most spectacular way. Are we done yet? Far from it, but it seems you're already caught in a net. I can break in you a million ways, but it doesn't matter at this point. If you want me to stomp you, break you and laugh over your shattered bones, I'll start by cracking your joints. So, bitch. You want to try me on for size? I guarantee, one of us won't be leaving alive. But don't let me threats frighten you, no, not at all. Just let your guard down and we'll see who ends up getting mauled."


    //this is so bad I'm so sorry
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