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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:17 pm
"I plan to stick it in her, at least in way that doesn't end with her dead." Castor's arm was out, as if it would ask like a shield to the sword that Obsidian had lifted casually. A casual sense of killing. Great. "God you're batshit."
As if the world didn't already know this?
"Let me take a guess, What is..." His hand reached back, venturing for her's. "Stinging Storm!" Castor hadn't wanting to hang out for the end of the song.
Castor also sucked at Jeopardy. So grabbing at his companions arm, cue the part of running the ******** away.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:31 pm
Jenny was seven shades of red by the time the two were done talking, her eyes wide enough that the china blue irises floated without touching either lid. She was glancing back and forth, Castor to Obsidian, her face screwed up in an expression that danced between disgust and embarrassment. He was going to do what? To who? Jenny was just about to protest when Castor attacked, and suddenly it dawned on her.
He was protecting her. Jenny barely had time to swoon before he grabbed her hand, all but dragging her behind him. He short legs could barely keep up, a problem which wasn't helped by the fact that her senshi uniform came complete with a pair of pumps. However stylish, they weren't so great for running. Nevertheless, run she did, trailing behind Castor with all the speed she could muster.
The whole way she chanted in a horribly out of place sing-song voice, "Oh god, oh god, we're going to die. Oh god, oh god, we're going to die."
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 1:18 pm
It seemed as though Stinging Storm had received an upgrade along with Castor's shorts, but this was less funny. His eyes tracked their movements, but the hail was coming down too hard, too fast. Armored forearms lifted to cover his head, but the ice still smashed against his skull, cold, biting fragments that had him reeling. Annoying a** s**t, that hail, but so long as he kept it from clocking him smartly, he should still be able to function.
Barreling through the stuff, he watched the girl cast a frightened glance over her shoulder as Castor pulled her along. She said something that was lost on him, but suddenly, his legs suddenly jerked to a halt underneath him.
His will to fight was gone.
It perplexed him more than anything else, stunned into a temporary state of shock as he tried to figure out what the hell happened. He didn't want to chase after the duo any longer; all his determination had been replaced by an unsettling sort of apathy. The feel of them grew fainter and fainter as they escaped outside of the range he could sense them, and after roughly a minute, the man gave his head a shake.
He was unsettled, agitated, anxious and riled up. The girl must have done something, one of her attacks, but he still didn't like it. With nothing else to do, he slipped back into the shadows where he'd come from, fuming.
There was another new, young face to add to his blacklist.
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