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(@Deity: I don't know if you can. .I didn't know this was a contest. .I was bored and just looking lol.

@Everyone: Well PotC was kick a**! And I enjoyed Spider-man 3 very much. .I am also a huge spidy fan though. .lol)

[[ My favorite Spider-Man villain had 10 minutes screen time - and it was a terrible design at that. Venom should be ten feet tall, as bulky as the Hulk, and able to rip people's faces off - just like the Venom we all know and love.

Spider-Man 3 wasn't as good as the first too. However, Pirates 3 was an excellent movie. Saw it just today. ]]

A familiar figure fell through the ground, the elderly frame of Genesis steaming from heat clinging to his form from the Core. Oddly enough, he also had a koala with him, cause those damn things are just cute as hell. Why did he have a koala? Simple, he had fallen through the planet and ended up in Australia. It was one of those souvenier type deals, though he didn't seem to care that it was probably illegal. With a thud the two landed on the ground after returning from an ethereal state, gravity pulling on them once more. Tac was happy as a clam as he played with the koala, "KWALALA!"

Before you could yell kwalala Tac was up from the ground and had dashed up to Hotaru and shoved the koala at her. Still happy as a clam he explaimed again, "Kwalala!" Whereby the koala made a growling koala noise and bit him. He still really didn't seem to care, even as a thick orange and green fluid began to flow from the wound, "Such a cute little guy...or girl...I don't really know."

After Hotaru took kwalala away from him he promptly began staring at his wound, "Thats different. No, not yet...not yet...yy....yeah, there it is." His face twisted up, "It hurts now." His face returned to normal just long enough to glance to Hotaru, "Koala, I just call it kwalala cause its cute." Whereby he promptly went back to staring at his bloodied hand and having a serious distaste for that pain thing he was feeling.

The orange and green fluid began to drip to the floor, evaporating on contact with anything that wasn't Tacitus. He slowly shook his head, "It would have to be one helluva band-aid." He crouched, holding the wounded hand off to one side and leaned forward to whisper to Hotaru, "Though if you don't tell anyone I'll show you a secret."

Tac flashed her a brief smile before thrusting his bloodied hand out to kwalala, whereby it bit him again. His smile remained, "I don't feel it. Not right away." He pulled his hand away, more blood dripping away, "But I can fix it, and if I do it fast enough I never feel it at all." His head twitched to one side and veins of orange light traced down his arm through the wounds and to the tips of his fingers. Tracing back from the end points of the orange veins a similar set in glowing green traced back up his arm. Spots of blood appeared on the ground, red just as if he had bled them normally. Instead of evaporating back up or fading away again they danced up and away from the ground, seeking out his actual veins and flowing back into his body, backwards. As if being torn in reverse the flesh closed up and left his hand looking good as new. Behind his shades his irises were composed of alternating bands of orange and green, slowly spinning counter-clockwise. A brief flash and they returned to their current norm, one wholy green and the other orange, "Now, it never happened. That'll be our little secret."

His hand twitched, and in that brief moment he produced a glass from seemingly nowhere. Over by the bar a bottle toppled over, but did not roll to the ground, though Tacitus had nothing to do with the latter. His clothes seemed to have shifted slightly and his hair was sitting differently. He glanced around and whispered again, "I can move fast. So fast that I can walk faster than the eye can see." His hand moved towards the small koala again, and as it moved to bite him it passed through his hand before he quickly pulled it back. He stood and took a step away, glancing at his hand, "No more secrets, not for today. What I do is not something that can simply be learned or acquired through training. I can do what I can because its a part of my job, because my Lord wishes it so."