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 Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:56 pm
*Blinks, then looks down at the body and goes pale.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:58 pm
*looks over to Livewire, scowling beneath his mask*
What do you say we have one of them "superhero team-ups" I been hearing so much about, Zatarra? You magic away her fancy little mech-suit and I pump her full of more bullets than an Israeli firing squad.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:58 pm
Okay, Zatanna? Before you....act out...you should be informed, there are a lot of strange things going on lately, and we should probably do a full investigation before we jump to any conclusions...
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:59 pm
*Looks over to Leslie.* Keep mum you. stare
I strangely only have a dog whistle. *Looks over to Piper.* Why you need it miss?
*Hops onto the bar when she sees her face pale.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:00 pm
*Guy seethed for a moment, then created a massive hand, picking Livewire's Nimrod up and hurling it out the door.*
GOD, I hate her!
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:01 pm
*Formless violet energy swirls around her, her fists balled.*
Yes, sure Deadshot. Why not.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:06 pm
*peers over at the body* Christ, that was a terrible explosion. Strange there isn't more of a blast radius. ...ought to have spread to the room I was sleeping in, at least.
Uh. *sidles over to the young woman on the bar counter* Was she... close, with the deceased? sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:06 pm
Alright, alright, I'm goin'! Jeez, you'd think Flloyd would be happier to see the p***k dead . . . .
*Livewire beats a hasty retreat.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:07 pm
*A violet bubble encases Leslie's Nimrod.*
No, no. Do stay.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:09 pm
Guy, didn't you say you answered a phone? Where is it?
::pulls a tiny screwdriver out of one of his pockets and starts messing with the dog whistle::
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:11 pm
*Flies in through the door, placing herself between Zee and Leslie.*
This isn't how you want to deal with the pain, Zatanna. *Glances to Bruce's body and then looks back to Zee.* I can help you.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:13 pm
Aye. As was I, gov'na. Err.. not like her though.... *Looks over at Hellboy with a sad expression. Looks back to everyone in front of her.*
You still have the phone?
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:14 pm
Really. What are you going to do, care bear stare him to life?
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 9:16 pm
*lifts up the bottom half of his mask, miserably lighting himself a cigarette. Turns his attention to Miri Riam*
Get outta the way, lady. I can tell you first hand that this little stress-relieving exercise will make Zee here feel a whole lot better.
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