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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:42 pm
*whispers*
Are you certain? He just slapped him! This could get good!
*looks around*
No popcorn?? BY SATAN'S BALLS!
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:43 pm
*slaps Loki back with his brick hand* I'm Colonel Addison Broom and I'll THANK you to keep your BLOODY hands off me! scream
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:44 pm
Technically, that IS how Hellboy came to be...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:45 pm
*Stumbles and puts a hand against the bar to steady himself. He pats his nose, coming away with a small amount of blood.*
It's about damn time. Now tell me who you stormed my summer home in Latveria with.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:46 pm
Hartley Rathaway Technically, that IS how Hellboy came to be... *hasta think about it for a moment* *snort*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:48 pm
::Leans way over the side of Mysia and shouts downards::
Hey! Whichever one of you bastards took away my p***s! I want it back!
::Meanwhile, the rats have cornered Stefani, and a trial is about to take place....a trial of treason. The penalty....death::
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:48 pm
*Blinks at Hellboy and then looks to Loki.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:49 pm
*Frowns.*
You still don't know who abducted you, do you Misty?
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:50 pm
Hartley Rathaway
::Leans way over the side of Mysia and shouts downards::
Hey! Whichever one of you bastards took away my p***s! I want it back!*looks back at Piper* That did not sound right, did it?
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:50 pm
"Stormed?" I have no idea what you're talking about. mad I was in hot pursuit of a dangerous criminal when she attempted to escape through some kind of portal in the aether. It's no fault of the bloody HMIR if a bloody Madboy decides to pop into your castle for a quick spot of tea and resisting arrest.
I DON'T HAVE YOUR PHALLUS EITHER, WOMAN, ER... MAN. scream
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:51 pm
::Stefani chooses to act in her own defense, her last act of defiance. Those who she thought stood with her have abandoned her in the face of Aretha II and her generals. The charges are severe, and it seems that Aretha II has convened a kangaroo rat court. As the judge rat, none other than Madonna herself, prepares to lay the verdict that will end Stefani's brief hopes of lying on top of the big rat pile...::
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:53 pm
No, I get an extreme headache whenever I try to figure it out.
*Crosses her arms over her chest and gives the Piper and Achillies an annoyed look.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:53 pm
*Waves his hand.*
Sure, sure in hot pursuit, following the letter of the law. Just tell me who the bloody hell she is so that I can bill her for the repairs and protege abduction.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:55 pm
The Lady Pamela Babbage.
..who's been under my bloody nose all the DAMNABLE time I've been wasting here without my memory! stressed *slams his fist into the bar counter, leaving a sizable dent*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 8:56 pm
::The wall behind the rat tribunal cracks...and Rufus the rat bursts through! The vampire rat shows his fangs to the other rats, who scatter, never having seen him in such a rage before. He scoops up Stefani and skitters up to the rafters.
For...he loves her...more than any other rat has loved another...worships her, even. Her free spirit. The fact that she has vision...style...and a touch of wickedness.
But Rufus knows that she cannot love him...for ants cannot aspire to be eagles. Though Rufus's tiny rat brain is not quite as poetic as that, he knows that Stefani is a free spirit who cannot be caged...not by steel, not by a milk carton cleverly cut to look like a castle, and certainly not by his love...::
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