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The Phantom of Kapow Crew
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 Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:19 pm
The only sound from the Boiler Room is the slightest of whispers;
it is probably only a draft.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:20 pm
*Feels Pixie's stare.* What? *Figits.* Do I like mess up on like my make-up?
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:21 pm
Arrrgh.
::grabs at his hair and turns around, black sakura petals floating behind him::
I know what I heard.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:22 pm
Oh you like totally didn't like the plan, huh? *Gives Pixie a sheepish look.*
*Glances over at Querl.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:25 pm
I can't have faith in any of you! None of you have the power to silence the chaos...in my heart.
: surprised pens a gate to Legion world in a broodingly dramatic fashion::
And now it must stand to be reasoned....
...if we meet again...I may have to destroy you.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:30 pm
*Watches Brainy leave and then rolls her eyes.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:39 am
Looks like there's been a hot time in the ol' Nexus lately.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:39 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 11:32 am
*wafts in, giving a double take as he surveys the love-filled contents of the Bistro*
How am I to enjoy this tall, frosty glass of fresh-squeezed despair in such a...
*shudders*
...warm, love infested space!?
*unleashes a swarm of negaspirits, systematically draining the Bistro of all traces of love, feeding the plates of his armor*
Now now, not too much, I'd hate to get full.
*the negaspirits and their creator sound a chorus of ghastly laughter... he will never be full.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 11:37 am
::a gate opens, and black sakura petals pour out as Querl steps out, lost in thought::
This place is cold, much like the spirit in my soul.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:11 pm
*sits in a corner booth, twiddling his thumbs and whistling - trying to look inconspicuous*
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