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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:22 pm
The creature was gross living, and it was gross dying -- as Castor's hail pelted into its exposed weak spot it wailed terribly, thrashing as much as it could under the force of its own doubled weight, flinging around more reeking globs of saliva until its head finally hit the ground with a finalizing thud. Its limbs gave one final twitch until it stopped moving entirely, the massive, broken and hail-perforated body beginning its rapid decomposition into dust.
It was dead. They could all breathe a sigh of relief, and Atlas did just that, lowering his arms and his posture winding down to its typical slouch.
That had been enough excitement for one night. He hoped that Castor would let them get back to Hillworth now, before they happened across another youma, or worse, a Negaverse officer. Atlas had never pulled off his attack more than once in a fight, and wasn't exactly willing to find out whether or not he could. Looking silently over to Castor, he tried to find some sign that they were done patrolling for the day.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 2:20 pm
"Oh god this is nasty. Ew, it's even on you. Ugh, nasty man, just nasty." Castor was busy being a neat freak. Well, neat in his opinion was messy so, perhaps Castor was more aiming for goop-less. The way he was batting at the slime certainly seemed so. Looking at the now dusty remained, Castor glared at Atlas. Glared. He was trying to glare hole into Atlas's skin.
"Why did you not tell me you were such a badass?" Pulling him into a man hug, there was much back patting and manhandling in store for Atlas.
"You freaks!" Or so it would have been, should the saved hooker not tossed the kitten at the duo and ran off, probably scared for life. The kitten was also scared. It had landed on Castor's chest and dug its kitten claws into his skin.
"OWOWOWOW. ATLAS REMOVE THE KITTEN NOW. OW." Moving made the tiny cat dig it's claws deeper.
"After this thing is off we are going to celebrate." Castor was ignoring the puppy looks towards Hillworth. Atlas was a badass, it was a cause to celebrate!
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:16 am
Atlas meekly opened his mouth to try and stammer out an answer, but what could have been shakily-formed words instead became a strangled noise of distress as Castor invaded his personal space once again. He dealt with it the way only Simon Ferris could: by drawing his face into a strained expression and hoping that it would be over soon. And it was, thanks to the sudden intrusion of kitten-on-chest.
The night really should have been over by now, but gently pulling the feline's claws out of Castor's shirt was like some sort of lock-and-key mechanism that redoubled the hail senshi's enthusiasm. And so, in the spirit of the newly-declared Sailor Atlas Is Secretly A Badass Day, Castor's arm slung itself bromantically around Atlas's slouching shoulder and dragged him further into the red light district for a night of extreme discomfort and unwanted booze.
[FIN]
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