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 Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:08 pm
Yuriko practically snarled at Blindside, "I am called Lady Deathstrike, annoying one. As for my story.... That is my business, as you will not survive the telling. Leave me alone, and you will live. If you continue to annoy me, you die. It is that simple."
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 6:42 pm
"Hm..."John said as he stood there about a good second.
""How about a little deal?"HE said keeping his senses alert.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 7:04 pm
A still fuming Yuriko raised her clawed hands in front of her close together as if she was about to strangle something in mid air, then she teleported directly behind Blindside with her claws around the blind hero's throat. Whispering in his ear, Deathstrike growled, "Now, what part of 'Leave me alone' do you not comprehend?"
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 7:10 pm
((OOC: Don't mean to spam, here, but... yee-ikes!! Even Paragon's not that dumb, TK... and he's the greenest hero yet in this guild!))
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 8:29 pm
Noting the accent,he had one shot and one shot only.
He had to make this guess count.
"I don't know who you are lady, or what you going to do. I offer you my service as an offering of forgiveness." He said hoping this women was what she sound like.
He hope she heard that he meant it.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 8:35 pm
Yuriko narrowed her gaze at Blindside, pausing for a long moment before responding, "You better do as I say, or your life is forfeit."
Deathstrike waited for his response, before she would retract her claws.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 8:56 pm
"I swear on my life that I submit."Blindside said gulping .
He really needed to get some weapons, next time he did something like this.
Now he had to work with her.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:05 pm
Deathstrike smiled cruely, "You would do well to remember that. Who are you anyway?"
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:18 pm
He paused and gulp before answering,"My name is John Doe."
John knew the custom of Japan pretty well, if he refuse to do anything she ask. She could kill him.
He had to until he was release from her service.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:26 pm
"John.....," Yuriko allowed the name to roll off her tongue as she retracted her claws, "I will have a number of assignments for you. I can use your skills."
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:40 pm
Great, how I'm going explain this one.
Taking orders from a crazy woman, what was next killing someone.
At least she didn't know his secret.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 10:02 pm
Hitgirl crouched on a ledge across from the penthouse apartment that was Frank D'amico's home, a pair of expensive binoculars pressed against her eyes as she observed the place's windows. She didn't want to make any assumptions; it had been less than twenty four hours for her, but D'amico could have been here for months as far as she knew. Of course, if that were the case, she'd be starting over from scratch, and without the benefit of an extremely gullible front lobby manager. Even assuming that the crime lord hadn't had time to replace his staff, he had been ready to kill her when she'd somehow found herself in Arkahm Asylum; he'd beaten her. If she was going to go in again, she needed to be better.
If he was even here. His building certainly was, but that didn't necessarily mean that the man himself had followed it. And what about Kickass? She hated to admit it, but she sort of liked that idiot.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 9:05 pm
Logan camed out the store drinking
-Hope no one ruins my drink-
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 8:12 am
Yuriko pulled out a file and thrust it in front of Blindside, "Now, there are a few people I need to locate. Look at these. The files are on an 'Alex' and a 'Steel Spider'. You will find them and report back to me."
Deathstrike also hands over an unmarked cellphone, "You will contact me when you find them. No one but I has this number; therefore, if it rings -- it is I. You will answer it. Do you understand?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 3:04 pm
Arcane Viollca. Arcane Aishe
”Alright…now how would you handle issue 37?” Aishe asked. The young alien stood with her arms crossed under her dark cloak, staring at the line of even younger aliens in front of her. They were all seated on the top of yet another building. This time, one much higher up so they’d be harder to see and be disturbed by the natives. The Empire State Building seemed to work just fine.
The younger girls all paused a moment and thought. Then they began to answer the older woman one by one about the next problem this earth was facing, and what they would do to solve it. IF they had the ability and authority to do so.
The darker colored woman, Viollca, half listened to the group as she stood away from them. Her attention was on keeping watch…elsewhere. Part of her attention was on Keystone City….The witches house in New York…the Sanctum Sanctorum, as it was called…a surprising bit going on. So much they could be doing to help…but so much they weren’t ALLOWED to do to help. Not with the areas she was focused on anyway. She was starting to think that switching places with the other Arcanes just so they could come here was a bad idea. At least a waste of their time. What was the point in being here if they were forbidden to do anything about it. Other Arcanes were more than welcome to of course…and there was one currently taking care of something on an allied planet…which was mixed up in this whole mess.
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