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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:24 am
Well, I'm off to my Fortress!
*UP UP AND AWAYS!!!*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:25 am
Salu Digby That's probably the best course of action at this point.
So be it. Lead the way Nick. wink
Though I must say it, headquarting in Superman's Fortress of Solitude sounds so cool...
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:25 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:27 am
I bet he would have let you play with the phantom projector. ninja
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:27 am
*Pops back in*
Everyone is more than welcome to join me, but, Nick would probably be sad... Especially after having just learned he has worked for Hydra his whole life.
NO ONE TOUCHES THE PHANTOM ZONE PROJECTOR!
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:27 am
You want to freeze your a** off in Superman's ice castle, that's your business. My doors are open to anyone I trust enough to let in, but I ain't holding a gun to anyone's head.
*slings his gun over his shoulder and walks towards the front door*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:29 am
::flies after Nick:: Come on, you two.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:30 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:31 am
Hey, I was just saying... wink *follows*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:32 am
*smirks*
Follow closely.
*walks out*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:43 am
*Lex makes his way into the Bistro, and tsks softly.* Well, they certainly seemed to have their fun HERE. It's a real shame that cwertain people can't appreciate the fact that three people share similar goals, though. They're certainly not my pawns.
Ahh well. I notice that my little green friend isn't here. I wonder where he could be.
*Lex wanders out, and flies to eye level with the LXes.* Blue. Orange. Scan around and let me know when you've located Coluan DNA.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:39 am
*After spending the night with Fury and the remaining survivors of last nights attack, Logan had found some suitable new clothing. He made his way back to the ruins of the bistro, and began searching for anything that could give him a lead on Creed. He also knew he had to find his sword. That would put an end to Creed for good.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:48 am
*Kicking a chair out of the way, and hefting a broken table over, Logan was surprised to find his duster had some how survived the chaos last night.* Well I'll be damned... *Picks it up and puts it on again. He checks through the inner pocket and sees the photograph of his wife and kids. A faint smile touches his lips, and he tucks it away again. But it was lost as he looked at the carnage that had become the now ruined bistro* Bastards...
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:25 am
::walks in, stunned::
Damn..
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:39 am
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