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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:11 am
*With a burst of flames, Dan transforms. The Ghost Rider gets off his bike, and pulls his chain off of his jacket.*
Are you looking for me? You have the stink of suffering and innocent blood on you . . .
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:11 am
*Turns his back at Lucas and replaces his mask with a next one from the bag on the bike and picks it up*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:12 am
*Turns and looks at Ketch.*
Who the ******** are you and why is your head on fire?
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:16 am
*Throws his bag at Lucas and takes out his Bo staff*
Thats it!
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:16 am
*Glares at Trent.* Oh look it's a tall guy in black who picks fights. Right never saw that coming.
*Slips a leg over the bike, glances over her shoulder as she turns the key.* Wanna go for a ride? *Revs the engine.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:17 am
*Catches the bag with his left hand and swings around, launching it right back at Drake.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:17 am
I am the Ghost Rider. I make scum like you pay for the pain you've inflicted on others. The flames are the fires of Hell. You will become very accustomed to them one day.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:17 am
Timothy Jackson Drake *Throws his bag at Lucas and takes out his Bo staff*
Thats it!
:Shock:
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:19 am
*Flips over the bag and brings both boots into the chest of Lucas doing a back flip off him*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:19 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:21 am
*Catches Tim's feet with both hands and flips him backwards and leaps up after him, aiming a spin kick right for his head.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:21 am
*With a flcik, the Rider slings his chain at Lucas. The links separate as they speed toward their target, each becoming something like a shuriken.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:25 am
*Taskmaster stands on the roof on the Bistro, watching these shenanigans unfold.*
I love it when they make it easy.
*raises his shield above his head and leaps down, arms and shield outstretched towards Midnighter*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:27 am
*As he flips backwards he plants his Staff into the ground and pushes off it and goes flying into the air away from the kick and the shurikens.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:27 am
*Folds her arms and arches a brow at the unfolding fight and extra additive.*
stare
*Picks up her backpack and walks into the ally.*
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