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 Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:08 pm
Ms. Karen Starr Maniacal Norman Osborn If you didn't notice, what with the obvious haste in which you entered, Hellboy was drinking in piece. Your attack wasn't intervention, it was retaliatory. Besides, the peaceful solution is rarely the best and never the most efficient. I believe it was fully within Hellboy's rights to drive the condescending little p***k into a wall, and my pumpkin bombs agree with me. You should let loose a hellstorm of pumpkin bombs and glider-gunfire on the fleshy patrons of the Bistro. I see...
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:11 pm
*and now that the injured have cleared the battlefield, and well aimed rocket flies into the bistro heading straight for norman*
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:11 pm
Maniacal Norman Osborn If you didn't notice, what with the obvious haste in which you entered, Hellboy was drinking in piece. Your attack wasn't intervention, it was retaliatory. Besides, the peaceful solution is rarely the best and never the most efficient. I believe it was fully within Hellboy's rights to drive the condescending little p***k into a wall, and my pumpkin bombs agree with me.
If nobody'll get this stuff OUT of me *starts scratching again, the slightly healed skin beginning to ooze red at the renewed attack* I'm going to need some booze to try and ignore this.... this crap. So leave me be, blondie. Go tend to your green twerp. Looks like that 90-pound weakling could use it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:12 pm
Captain Frank Castle *and now that the injured have cleared the battlefield, and well aimed rocket flies into the bistro heading straight for norman* *Punches the rocket, exploding it harmlessly.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:13 pm
*mutters*Goddamn superheroes.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:15 pm
Congratulations, Castle. You're a dead man.
*remotely-accesses glider, which moves silently into place, behind Castle, where it unleashes a barrage of gun-fire. Simultaneously hurls 2 pumpkin bombs and 4 razor bats in the same direction*
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:15 pm
Captain Frank Castle *mutters*Goddamn superheroes. *Flies out and takes his rocket launcher, bending it over her knee.* Hi. I fixed your eye. Don't make me remove it. 4laugh
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:17 pm
Maniacal Norman Osborn Congratulations, Castle. You're a dead man. *remotely-accesses glider, which moves silently into place, behind Castle, where it unleashes a barrage of gun-fire. Simultaneously hurls 2 pumpkin bombs and 4 razor bats in the same direction* *Drops the rocket launcher and catches the bullets.* CHILDREN. ENOUGH.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:19 pm
*while the glider may have been intially silent in it's movements, it's mutliple weapons being discharged was the only noise that frank needed as he hurls himself off the top of the building, in which he grabs a fire escape, which, in turn dislocates his shoulder causing him to fall into a dumpster. he makes his way towards safe cover after relocating his shoulder by slamming it into a brick wall*
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:20 pm
::comes back through the time gate and looks around::...
Uh oh..
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:21 pm
*Watches Frank fall into the dumpster.*
Well played, sir. Well, played.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:21 pm
stare
Not your fight, hero. Go to Legion World and tend to your wounded friend. Me and Castle have business that will be settled, at another, Kryptonian-free moment if need be.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:25 pm
*Karen freezes the glider into stalling and dropping to the roof with her breath, Norman's feet encased in ice.*
Play nice, you sniveling hypocrite.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:25 pm
Geez, all of you guys can't leave well enough alone. *swigs the rum* Gotta tinker with everybody, whether they want it or not.. *goes to take another swig, but finds the bottle empty*
*grabs another three bottles, these of the vodka variety, and resumes his drinking*
Y'know Blondie, for someone who's chief method of negotiation is force, you got one hell of a pair saying violence is never the answer. mad
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