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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:26 pm
Captain Kt This is getting interesting. *eats popcorn* *steals some* MUHAHAHAHAHA twisted
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:27 pm
O_O NUU! My popcorn! How could you?! ;o; *runs away sobbing*
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:28 pm
Telor Kurokitsume ... And Targeting Data suggests to run instead. D: *stalks toward* Yes, start now. twisted Still. Cover fire is a good plan. MIKV's, fire. *Runs as the missiles from the Wing get launched.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:28 pm
Telor Xeno.Inquisitor.Eisenhorn Telor Xeno.Inquisitor.Eisenhorn Telor Captain Kt O_O That's a bad thing, right? *runs to the bomb shelter* You'd better run, I'm cold as ice and willing to sacrifice your love. MUAHAHAHAHAHAAH~ And there's no Mynxine to stop me THIS time. twisted HALT! INQUISITION! I don't play by your rules. talk2hand This is MY domain. twisted "CHERUBAEL!!!" Screamed Eisenhorn. Not long after screaming such, a purple-ish light started to illuminate the room from apparently the center. Soon, a purple-black, opal-shaped portal opened in the center of the room. Out of the portal came a human body with talons and horns. Silently, it turned towards Eisenhorn. " Yesss Master?" The Demonhost asked, its voice both natural and un-natural at the same time. "Detain him." Too girly to fight your own battles, I see. *bans Cherubael* As the Heretic was distracted with stealing the food and stopping Cherubael by some unknown mean, Eisenhorn drew his blade the Barbarista and was upon Telor in a blur. His movements were lightning fast, keeping on the offensive with the humming force weapon in an attempt to disable Telor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:32 pm
*allows the Inquisitor to close in just enough, and then backflips out of the way as Wing's missiles close in* Silly b***h, your weapons cannot harm me. twisted
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:37 pm
Telor *allows the Inquisitor to close in just enough, and then backflips out of the way as Wing's missiles close in* Silly b***h, your weapons cannot harm me. twisted *Mere seconds before impact, The Missiles Split into six independant missiles, and manage to spread about three meters from their original, still lethal parent.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:40 pm
Kay, scared now. D: *hides under a blanket*
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:45 pm
Kurokitsume Telor *allows the Inquisitor to close in just enough, and then backflips out of the way as Wing's missiles close in* Silly b***h, your weapons cannot harm me. twisted *Mere seconds before impact, The Missiles Split into six independant missiles, and manage to spread about three meters from their original, still lethal parent.*"Holy Throne..." Muttered Eisenhorn. Quickly changing the grip on the Barbarista, Eisenhorn grabbed his Runestaff from his back. Pointing the staff toward the Missiles homing in his direction, Eisenhorna ttempted to raise a Psychic wall to preserve his life, the Lith-infused end of the staff glowing as he projected as much power as he could.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:38 pm
O_____o *comforts Kt* There, there. Let the boys fight it ******** that. *sneaks up behind Telor and whacks him over the head with her Ivory Staff, and keeps hitting him, waiting for him to go down*
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:46 pm
Ranty Naru O_____o *comforts Kt* There, there. Let the boys fight it ******** that. *sneaks up behind Telor and whacks him over the head with her Ivory Staff, and keeps hitting him, waiting for him to go down* Don't hurt him! gonk
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 2:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 2:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 3:05 pm
He stole my s'more... crying
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