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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:05 am
(ooc: I hasta run for a bit...dammit...so no fight for me right now)
Achilles calmly stands up from where he was seated and uproots the table he was seated at and hurls it at Wally's back*
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:12 am
*SMACK!*
*The table knocks the corpse on top of Larfleeze, ring hand still in Larfleeze's grip*
NO FAIR, DUDE, YOU DIDN'T TAG IN!
*a black referee appears and and forces Achilles to sit back down!*
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:13 am
*flails*
Get away from me! I AM Larfleeze! How do you make light SMELL like that!?
*conjures Orange Lantern Joss Whedon just outside the Bistro door, crowing about the awesomeness of airsex, drawing the attendees away in a fit of fanthing rage*
Wait--
*Notices Wally's hand on his chest*
What are you doing!? You can't have that!
*panics a bit, imminent mortality still not enough to convince him to let go of Wally's ring hand. With a heavy grunt, he firms up his grip and attempts to pull Wally's arm off*
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:18 am
But I want it! You should give it to me! I'll even give you your promotion back in trade!
*a really gross "SSNNNNLLLRRRKKKKKCCCHCHCHCHC" sound tears across the Bistro as Wally's arm separates from the rest of his body in a fully rendered, in-your-face gorefest! Larfleeze is sprayed with the undead contents of Wally's chest cavity*
Ouch!
*None of this keeps the rest of Wally's body, now straddling Larfleeze in a way that fanficcers for years will be speculating on, from starting to claw into Larfleeze's chest...*
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:23 am
HNNNGGGGGHHHAAUUUUUUUU!
*splattered with gore, Larfleeze grasps at the hand attached to the severed arm, trying to pry the black ring free*
Stop... HNGKK... killing... HRFFK... me!
*conjures an orange axe blade to try to slash Wally's other arm off below the elbow*
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:26 am
I'll stop killing you when you stop collecting me!
*SHWUCK!*
*The other arm gets hacked off, spraying Larfleeze in more delightful gore. Somewhere, Geoff Johns gets a hard-on and can't explain why.*
Well this is downright inconvenient!
*the hand with the ring on it suddenly fires it's nails at Larfleeze's eyes!*
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:30 am
I'll never stop collecting you!
*Somewhere, Nora Ephron begins adapting Pokemon as a romantic comedy. An image nearly as painful as getting fingernails in your eyes*
AUUUUUUUUU!
*Struggling to see through slashed and bloodied eyes, Larfleeze winces, inadvertently losing his grip on the ring*
((crapcrap, gotta go to work. Sorry))
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:32 am
Yoink!
*the right arm grabs the left arm, and the left arm grabs the right, and they follow Wally out the front door*
Looks like it's time for me to beat a retreat for a little R&R. See ya later, space alligator!
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:33 am
*Atrocitus watches the fight between Larfleez and Wally.*
This, oh Greedy One? This is the kind of being that can cause you difficulties? That Luthor fellow must have infected your "Corps" with some sort of Patheticness . . . You were relatively competent at one point in time.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:40 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:42 am
*Atrocitus narrows his eyes thoughtfully at Tim.,* It's a shame that we have to endure your presence. The fellow who had your job before you. Now HE had the calling. He had Rage. He could have made something of himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:44 am
You don't know about me and rage. stare
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:53 am
*walks in, brow raised* Rage?
*looks at the splattered gore and sighs* Usual sort of day in here, then? stare
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:54 am
*Atrocitus leers hatefully at Tim.* Oh, really? Now, see. That sounds like a challenge. Like you're wanting to prove yourself to me.
See, now. I could accomodate you. If you truly have Rage, then I'd like to see it. Who knows. *His leer turned into an actual grin for a moment, then became contemptuous once more.* There might just be a place for you in my Corps.
But I doubt it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:58 am
l-lellboy *walks in, brow raised* Rage?
*looks at the splattered gore and sighs* Usual sort of day in here, then? stare
I know the ring went to you, first, before we lost total control of it. Such a shame you didn't keep it longer. You were a perfect fit. Such fury . . .
*He sneeres at Hellboy.* Would you like to try again?
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