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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:41 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau Patsy Walker *Looks at Bigby.* Whoah! eek Hey, it's not your fight if you don't want it. On the other hand, if you wanna have some fun, be my guest. I'm ok with it. Remy, it's your friend fighting your bouncer.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:41 pm
@Patsy - Just because you say it's copywritten doesn't make it so. I need the documents stating that you have ownership of the smiley in question. cool
@Zoom - My little speed demon looks as though he had to much fun tonight. *leads him over to an empty booth so she can look after him*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:42 pm
Jean-Paul *Jean-Paul has more sense than to try and batter adamantium with his bare hands...though that doesn't change the fact that close-quarters fighting with Wolverine leaves no real advantage to unarmored flesh and bone. He steps back from the feint, then moves in superhumanly fast, one arm free for blocking, the other looking to land several dozen full-strength blows to Wolverine's throat in under a second. Like hell that would actually put the berzerker down, but at least it's enough to be felt* *He coughed, feeling the blows crush his vocal cords collapse. They'd be better in a while. But, for now, he had other things to worry about. With Jean-Paul's speed, he knew he'd have to get lucky. So this time, he feinted again with the right, only to swing foreward with all his weight in his left fist for a good rib-cage shot*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:43 pm
Patsy Walker Mssr Remy LeBeau Patsy Walker *Looks at Bigby.* Whoah! eek Hey, it's not your fight if you don't want it. On the other hand, if you wanna have some fun, be my guest. I'm ok with it. Remy, it's your friend fighting your bouncer.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:43 pm
*passes out on her lap in the booth... the two kitties pretending to pass out as well*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:44 pm
Greer Nelson @Patsy - Just because you say it's copywritten doesn't make it so. I need the documents stating that you have ownership of the smiley in question. cool
@Zoom - My little speed demon looks as though he had to much fun tonight. *leads him over to an empty booth so she can look after him*
*Gestures to Zoom drunkenly swaying acros the floor*
Also, until you show me official, state stamped documentation, I will be using green font in your presence. xp
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:47 pm
*walks in and sees Zoom passed out, drunk, with the "kids" passed out as well....*
"Tsk. A drunk dead beat dad teaching his kids such behavior. Greer, you certainly could do better."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:48 pm
Hunter Zolomon *passes out on her lap in the booth... the two kitties pretending to pass out as well*
@Patsy - Knock yourself out. cool
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:49 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:50 pm
Cpl James Howlett *He coughed, feeling the blows crush his vocal cords collapse. They'd be better in a while. But, for now, he had other things to worry about. With Jean-Paul's speed, he knew he'd have to get lucky. So this time, he feinted again with the right, only to swing foreward with all his weight in his left fist for a good rib-cage shot* *The speedster grunted, cursing through gritted teeth at he felt a rib buckle under the passing blow. Definitely cracked, maybe broken, and his own healing factor wasn't even in the same league with Logan's regen. It was a temptation to simply grab the hairy couchon climb into the stratosphere and let him drop...but if Logan wasn't using claws, then damned if he was going to use flight. He kept moving faster than the eye could see -- 'And wouldn't it be nice if he didn't have five other superhuman senses to rely on? Merde!' -- and aimed a double-handed blow at the base of Logan's skull. He knew he couldn't have broken the man's neck if he'd had all day to try battering at it, but a brain sloshes up against as metal skull as easily as a bone one.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:53 pm
*stands up*
Well, I'm heading over to Durem. I plan on getting in, getting my swag, and getting out before it gets too crowded and anyone notices I can't dance.
Later.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:54 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:54 pm
Jean-Paul *The speedster grunted, cursing through gritted teeth at he felt a rib buckle under the passing blow. Definitely cracked, maybe broken, and his own healing factor wasn't even in the same league with Logan's regen. It was a temptation to simply grab the hairy couchon climb into the stratosphere and let him drop...but if Logan wasn't using claws, then damned if he was going to use flight. He kept moving faster than the eye could see -- 'And wouldn't it be nice if he didn't have five other superhuman senses to rely on? Merde!' -- and aimed a double-handed blow at the base of Logan's skull. He knew he couldn't have broken the man's neck if he'd had all day to try battering at it, but a brain sloshes up against as metal skull as easily as a bone one.* *Grunting, he bowed his head foreward, he growled at JP's battering on the back of his head. His head just snapped up, and he glared back behind him. Hope those knuckles are busted, now, bub, he thought. Of course, at those speeds, the throat would have been ripe to hit. But metal bone and joints didn't snap as easily, or crush as nicely, as cartilage and bone. With that, he snapped his arm back as he turned to face JP again, the back of his hand backhanding across the other's face. Yeah, there was good crunch in that one*
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:58 pm
So, who's volunteering to make a Kapow! thread in the Von Helson Mansion?
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 12:00 am
Cpl James Howlett *Grunting, he bowed his head foreward, he growled at JP's battering on the back of his head. His head just snapped up, and he glared back behind him. Hope those knuckles are busted, now, bub, he thought. Of course, at those speeds, the throat would have been ripe to hit. But metal bone and joints didn't snap as easily, or crush as nicely, as cartilage and bone. With that, he snapped his arm back as he turned to face JP again, the back of his hand backhanding across the other's face. Yeah, there was good crunch in that one* *Jean-Paul's head snaps to one side as his cheekbone gives, but he doesn't stagger. A moment later, he's a flurry of movement, pounding Wolverine from every angle, concentrating on the soft spots when he can get past the more experienced fighter's guard*
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