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 Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:24 pm
[[Ooh, character theme songs! Wadsworth's is probably This. WARNING! THIS IS MERZBOW! NOT SAFE FOR HUMAN LISTENING]] Wadsworth grew a tongue, and stuck it out. " Fisticuffs? Seriously?" With this parting shot, he turned and abruptly fell to the floor, writhing in pain. [[Wadsworth senses things by vibrations, and the way I see it, a being as powerful as 'The Master' (do I really have to call him that? D: ) would use so much energy simply existing that it be be so 'loud' to Wadsworth that it would physically hurt him.]] A twitching, half-grimace/half-smile grew on his face. "Oh. I have to see this." The grimile [[Yay! New word!]] grew as Wadsworth began to crawl towards the force. Interesting indeed.He stopped trembling as the power left the area, but now he could sense a new competitor. He stood (legs shaking) and went to go meet the new enemy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:28 pm
William nodded. She had him figured out pretty well.
"I'm here now. I assume your father didn't punch out a monument just so I could talk about your bedding arrangements. What's on your mind?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:32 pm
He stood in contemplation, tending to his wounds.
"NeXt tiMe, iT Is My wILl tHAt coMmAnDs yOU."
He walked out of the room in and into the next in search of a dark place to rest, but first a stairway.
(c'mon, you need to know where the stairs are)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:33 pm
Mocha looked hurt.
"Please, just... it's nothing. What I said earlier, disregard it... I know you just hugged me back to cheer me up..."
[[D:]]
~*~
[[You can call him 'The Owner'.]]
The Master was walking through one of the hallways. He was certain that nobody was near him, but then smelled a certain toxin in the air.
Hmm?
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:39 pm
[[Master: What? An angel?! *suddenly very, very pissed off*
Mocha/Ann's mom: Calm down, dear.
Master: D< They're why I lost my powers! thank the Lady they were all incinerated by the torch of Muspel during Ragnarok...]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:49 pm
Wadsworth fell again, twitching violently. The force was back again, and it was much closer to him this time. He fell down the stairway he had been walking down and landed in a pile at the foot of the stairs. The door in front of him opened and an incredibly tall (sort of)man bent down to enter the room. The pressure inside of him tripled, and it took all of his strength to even stand. He began sweating.
[[this is a BAD THING. Wadsworth, like humans, sweat because of undue stress on the body's facilities. Unlike humans, who sweat salted water, Wadsworth sweats chlorine gas, which smells like bleach, is an eye irritant, and is fatal in dosages of under 1000ppm (not a lot.)]]
"Hello. You're the boss, here ... I ..."
This was all Wadsworth could say. He collapsed to the ground, spreading out into a puddle. [[He's lost control of his shape (and other bodily functions)]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:55 pm
A voice came from behind the master.
"I am not even an Angel. I am Nephilim."
An image of Verrioth Thead, full winged stepped and incorpral steped out of the darkness, electricity striking off of his feathers. He pointed at the Master.
"You are not even the reason I am here . . . "
The vision faded.
[[Not a power of mine, its technology of my home world. = P ]]
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Verrioth crashed through the ceiling and smashed the reception table. Opening his wings he looked through the hole. It was a new weapon, an interdeminsional cannon built into the city wall. Whatever it was it worked. He was now inside. As he looked away, reality healed itself, fixing the hole in the ceiling, but not the reception desk.
He walked from the entrance to the cafeteria, begining his search for his real mark.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:59 pm
Miss Lovely Rita "Man! Not those plated-headband-wearing--" "No, Guinness, that's a kid's show." ((LOL.)) Kogi took the scroll back then vanished. He reappeared on the second floor outside a door. He opened it and found he had stopped at the right place, it was the room farthest from the stairway. He walked in and set his staf, now folded, on the table then took out a small black box. From it he took out a large cloth and unfolded it then set it on the table then took his staff and set it on the cloth. Next he extracted a small spray bottle and sprayed it on the blades, then took out a dark red cloth and cleaned the blades. How could someone be sabbed through the neck and live...He thought. A blade through the neck could kill anyone, it didn't make sense. And the wound began too heal almost right after he pulled it out of his neck...so he can rapidly heal...and it's rapid enough that he won't die...but what if their was no wound too be healed, no mark, just stopping... He begun too think.((The attack Kogi's thinking about is an actual Ninja manuvuer and is physically possable and has been proven too work)) Dimitri returned from the front findind nothing but a small smoldering crater. He went back too the cafeteria and sat down, He took out his knife and placed his hand plam down on the table and started playing the knife game. He stabbed the knife down and struck between his thumb and pointer finger, raised it and stabbed the table between his pointer and middle, he kept doing this, speeding up slowly until he was moving at a steedy pace.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:00 pm
The Master inhaled the gas, not afflicted; he had ignored Verrioth, as he simply did not care for anyone who stupidly deemed him inferior. After all, he was the most powerful being in creation, besides the Lady herself.
[[Uh, OOC conversations aren't canon.]]
"What a lovely smell."
He looked down at Wadsworth, and then scooped him up into a small canister.
The Master threw him into one of the nearby rooms, , but the lid fell off.
He went back home for the meanwhile, wishing to talk to his wife.
[[Yeah, sure.]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:04 pm
[[Guinness' veins is deep into his skin, and his blood resembles/tastes like milk.]]
Guinness and Parapaleejo went towards the cafeteria to their new target. Guinness jumped down at Verrioth from above, trying to slash at him with his mutated arms, and Parapaleejo took out her small razors, which she threw at him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:05 pm
Rufus walked on the narrow soles of his boots to escape the grapple. "I do not 'ink so!" The boots left the ground as he lunged, his right fist extended, while his left hand held onto his top hat to keep it from falling off.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:11 pm
Heratik stumbled (not really) into the general coffin holding area.
"ThIS WilL dO nICeLY..."
He looked around in case of any others that wished to challenge him. After a quick search, he tore a small strip of cloth from his pants (there is plenty more where that came from) and wrapped it around his wounded leg. He changed into the Demon, seeing as how it had a much faster regeneration speed than a human, and went to lay down in a space between two coffins.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:12 pm
[[The coffins arre actually held underneath a floor of glass. Only the Master can penetrate the glass.]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:13 pm
[[Can I call him Cap'n A?]]
Wadsworth came abruptly back to his senses. "What the hell?" He foggily remembered pain and a Tall Man, but he appeared to have blocked it from has memory. He grew into a standing position, legs shaking, and new eyes popped out of his head. They blinked blearily and he stretched. The pain and Man were gone - he no longer cared. Lets go see Guinness. He could feel him downstairs with two other beings, both even less human than Wadsworth's new bud.
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