Oh, really now?
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Thread Topic: Oh, really now?
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Crowley: *and looks back down*
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Siren: *little laugh* *moves to kiss him*
*bbuuuuut there's the sound of glass shattering*
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Cadmon: To me, you're just bluffing. So shut up. -
Battle: *stares at Bennett with a pokerface* *to Darryl* Hm. Well, I'll see someone else. Maybe Twain? Or Broken? Artie.. Verse... Thunder?
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Yestin: What do you mean by that? Are you encouraging me? -
Darryl: You'll 'see' them? *raises an eyebrow* What do you mean by that?
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Porter: *ears flick* Hnnn. *whirls around, darting towards the sound*
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Adric: WHY DON'T YOU SHUT UP!? *starts to struggle again, hissing* Let me show you what it'll feel like when my claws line your insides and rip them out. Let me show you what it feels like to have your eyes ripped out from your head, to be blind.. LET ME KILL YOU! *he's mad bro* I'm sure you can figure out what it means. -
Crowley: Wait.. I think I might know why you're here.. Erm.. Koharu?
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Siren: *follows*
*and it came from the bathroom*
*btw it's a mess and the small window is shattered*
Pitch: *in front of the broken mirror, leaning over the sink* *still wet from shower because he didn't bother drying self up soooo his clothes is somewhat wet too :I* *and you can tell he punched the mirror because his fist is bleeding a lot*
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Cadmon: *holds up a hand and moves fingers like a mouth* Blah, blah, blah. -
Battle: Don't you think that's a bit too personal? *and now nods towards Crowley* How'd you know?
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Yestin: Well, I take it that you want me to get near Pitch. And if I do? What if I manage? I'll give him a little present. -
Darryl: *opens mouth, then falls silent, staring at his father*
Bennett: *angrily eating food*
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Porter: Dad! *grabs a towel, grabbing his hand and wrapping it up* Siren, help me get him out of here. We need Broken, or someone..
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Adric: Present? *rAgE* *rips hands free from the bedpost, yanking the wood out with him* *quickly removes rope from wrists and slices it off of his ankles* *then tackles Cadmon, driving claws into his stomach* *pulls them out, then stabs them back in, over and over* TELL ME I'M BLUFFING NOW! TELL ME HOW IT FEELS! *then looks over at Yestin, eyes a dark red* You're next. e.e -
Crowley: Well, you named the healers and.. *shakes head* *frowns* I can't take you to many of them.. *turns to Darryl* Can you take her? I think Thunder is available..
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Siren: *moves to help*
Pitch: *backs up, head down and hair in face*
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Cadmon: *coughs out blood* Y-you son of a b----..! -
Battle: *turns to Darryl* It's for Jak, to be exact. Not me.
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Yestin: *steps back* You're going to kill him! -
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Not many) -
Daryl: Well, I can still take you to anyone, or your friend Jak.. *stands, holding out a hand* *softly* Please do excuse my brother. He doesn't understand.
Bennett: 'Course I do! She's a woman, and-- Oh, nevermind. *pouuuut*
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Porter: Dad, please. You're hurt. We need to get you to someone, before you faint or get worse.
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Adric: *pauses* *slowly pulls off of him, getting underwear and pants on* *then picks Cadmon up, glancing at Yestin* I'm not going to. But I wanted to prove I can kill either of you. Don't ever touch my Pitchy.. Or say I'm boring. Just because I don't moan for you doesn't mean I'm not fantastic in bed. *turns away* *then turns back, eyes going back to normal* Uhhhh, do you know any healer close by? -
Crowley: *silent* *tilts head at Bennett*
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Pitch: ..*pulls free, darting out*
Siren: H-HEY!
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Cadmon: ..H-heh.. You... proved me.. wrong.. *slowly closes eyes* Oh, Franco... I-I failed you... S-sorry.. *suddenly goes limp* *body glows for a second* *then turns into dust* -
Battle: It's fine. *stares at his hand* *takes it* Oh, your hand is soft. o3o
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Yestin: ...Oh f---. -
Darryl: Lotion. *grins* *to Thunder!*
Bennett: *looks up at his father* *blushes, looking down* *mutters* Sorry..
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Porter: Dad! *runs after, tail behind him*
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Adric: *hands up* *stares* *then looks over at him* Is someone going to kill me now!? ;^; What do I do? -
Thunder: *in bed, sleeping lel*
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Crowley: Don't be. *takes a sip from drink*
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Pitch: *dashes down the hall, knocking a vase* -
Battle: THUNDER!
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Yestin: Don't bring me into this if they do! I'm not helping you!
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