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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:01 pm
Then this chaos and destruction. It is a frequent occurance?
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:04 pm
HO-ly crow, fella, you forgot t'put your skin on this morning!
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:07 pm
Yes, yes. It comes off from time to time. I think you'd find me something akin to . . . what was his name again? Oh, yes. Etriggan.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:08 pm
You don't have his wanderin' hands, do you?
*looks Ketch over suspiciously as workers begin filing in, repairing the wall and floor of the Bistro*
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:11 pm
Wouldn't be much point as I am. I lack the proper equipment, being a fiery skeleton.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:16 pm
Poor fella.
*large machinery is heard outside as the downed wall is quickly cleared away. Several men sweep up glass behind the bar as another pair quickly restock everything that was broken*
I'm Zinda Blake; Lady Blackhawk.
*offers her hand for a hearty handshake*
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:26 pm
I am Noble Kale. Better known as the Ghost Rider. The Spirit of vengeance. The human I'm bonded to is Daniel. Ketch. You might run into him, and he might be more your style.
I do not think he has the "wandering hands," however.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:26 pm
*several men start re-grouting the floor and a hazmat team goes into the men's bathroom to clean it up*
*picks up her walkie talkie*
Hey Skipper, it's LB again. Yup, cleanup's going on schedule. Should be done in about another 20 minutes.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:29 pm
*puts the walkie away*
Well it's nice ta meet you, Mister Kale. I'm always happy to meet a zombie who isn't interested in tearin' out my heart. Sorry about you getting such a poor first impression of the Bistro. Usually it's an awful nice place to be. But the repairs have fallen behind since my friend Mister Ayers moved on.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:33 pm
I am not a zombie. I don't exactly know what I am. I suppose for all practical purposes, I might be considered a demon. Certainly, I have weilded Hellfire before. I've ene sat in Hell's throne as its master, before events caused that to end.
Nonetheless, I have heard of these Black Lanterns, and I am interested to know if they can stand up to my Penance Stare.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:39 pm
Gotta say you're the first fella I've met who WANTS to meet one of 'em.
*shivers*
*the workers all signal that they're done and retreat out of the Nexus*
There! Good as new! Now my bachelor's auction can continue. See that there Talent Exhibition stage? When one of the fellas in my auction comes in, he'll go up on that stage and give a demo of what makes him a special lil' snowflake. It's sure to help ramp up the bidding!
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:43 pm
They have caused much suffering, and spilled much innocent blood. I am compelled to avenge their victims.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:47 pm
Well I'm compelled to head on back to my Skipper so she can yell at me proper for abusing her computer powers to get this place repaired so fast.
*grins*
So, best of luck on ya with those Black Lanterns, kay?
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:51 pm
Good luck with your skipper, soldier.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:51 pm
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