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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:38 pm
Well. ********. He was gonna get hell for this later. His good mood now properly gouged, the lieutenant irritably glanced over his shoulder, as though just waiting for that kid to come back--but that Sailor Castor was long gone. He'd remember that name, for sure... but now he had other things to deal with. Shaking his hand idly, knuckles faintly stinging, Obsidian strapped his sword on his back once more before he stooped to slowly gather up Nealite in his arms. He needed to take care of her first, at least.
Dying at the hands of a wrathful woman really wasn't on the top of his to-do list.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:43 pm
Once inside the dorms, Castor did what any sensible person would have done.
He shoved a nearby broom in the door handles. Maybe it would stop them. Not bothering to wait around to see, he bolt to where he knew he was safe. His dorm room. Rommie was dead asleep, (as usual), so de-henshining and hiding under his covers...it was the best idea Elzo had had all night. Ball aching, and pride throbbing, (or was it the other way around?), Elzo sighed and got cozy. Didn't look like they'd be coming for him. So...might as well let his balls heal a bit before going back out.
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