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 Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:43 pm
Erica. Was. Pissed. Hell hath no ******** assraping fury like a pissed off pregnant wife with a cast-iron skillet.
"Jonathan Damien Smith-C. ! Get your a** down here now!" See, that whole 'bond' thing, works two ways. And, since Khane was focusing on Nny more, Nny was going to die, because Erica was happy, and is not happy now, so Nny must die.
"You!" Nny yelled as he leapt for Khane, only to be stopped by the full use of his name, well the full name that Erica made up for him, because he really didn't remember his own full name, and the noticement that he was naked, yeah, and wait...naked...what the hell....? Nny started to think as he lunched forward once more, after slowing down to- oh s**t s**t s**t! WAIT! NO!
Nny's screaming was induced by Erica leaping up and over Khane, slithering out the doorway, and taking the cast iron skillet, in all her fury, and kerfwapping Nny over the head. Blood spattered all over the hall, and Nny held the top of his battered skull, which was cracked in many, many places, with blood flowing freely out of it, screaming in pain.
"b***h, get up off the floor. You messed everything up! Everything was perfect and you went and messed it all up! Jonathan! I oughta strangle you by the wall's own tentacles....if you..." Erica was cut short by a spasm in her stomach, which only helped amplify both her and Nny's pain, because some of what Nny felt, Erica felt, and vice versa, so in a matter of seconds, both of the vampiric siblings were on the floor clutching their stomachs and heads, moaning in pain.
Needless to say, Vlad and Khane were left, confuzzled, and Khane still had no explination.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:41 pm
Khane stood there, angry like a bull panda in heat, and armed like a marine... but minus the latent homosexuality. He watched as Erica and Nny took care of each other, and figured while that was going on, he might as well get to know the new one.
Vlad watched as Nny was hurt thoroughly by the other one, who smelled of Nny, Sweat, and Vaginal Fluid. He was about to take the opportunity to shank Nny into a thousand tiny pieces when the big naked one came up and put his large unclad foot squarely on Vlad's chest, pinning him to the ground. It was hard ot breath, the big naked one was heavy and strong. He saw the barrel of the gun being brought between his eyes.
Khane took the safety off and nudged the strange elf thing between the eyes with it."Identify yourself, name, species, gender, and age." Vlad stared up at him, fear crossing ihs eyes, there was no magic to take from this one, nothing at all, except for the most horribly disgustingly bitter magic he had ever seen... Necromancy tasted like rotting garbage, but this made necromancy taste like Hot, fresh baked apple pie. He couldn't even awnser it's questions, he just lay there, looking up at him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 2:19 pm
Nny bit his teeth against the pain, and, like Vlad attempted an attack while the other was down. He grasped one of his knives and crawled over to Vlad. In an attempt to shank the elf-thing in the foot, he ended up scraping the back on one of Khane's feet, and stabbing Ponyboy's leg. Not that Nny cared at the time, he was just happy to have done so.
Erica, on the other hand was sighing in relief as the pain slowly ebbed. The lovely thing about being a vampire, things heal fast. She stood, tugged down Khane's shirt to cover herself better, then looked down at the situation. Ah, the wonder of mood swings.
"Dearest, you're naked, and showing off to the world what should be for my eyes only." She said as she knelt down next to Vlad, close enough to examine him thoroughly, but not close enough to let him see much of anything revealing. "Now you..." She said as she poked the elf thing in the head. "What are you?" She said as the sat there curiously poking him, unknowing about his abilities, and not caring either. She smelled of Khane, blood and cherries, and her magic was strong with the intake of blood she had recently had. "Soo.....spill, or I'll tell my Khane to pull the trigger."
Nny stood as the aftershocks slowly faded away. He had not consumed blood in a while, so the pain faded much slower. He, unlike Erica, was in pain as she poked Ponyboy's head. "H-hey Khane....long time...no shooty..." He panted through the searing throbbing in his head and abdomen.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:45 am
Khane's arm snapped out, placing the barrel of the assault rifle inches from Nny's head. He looked over at him and grinned sadistically, pulling the trigger and unloading the clip at Nny. Vlad in the meantime was slowly siphoning magic from the female, regaining his strength in hopes of being able to move the beast foot from his chest. He carried on a conversation with the female in the meantime, to stall.
"I am Vladamir Christovich Gregoroff, I am of the Illidari"
His eyes glowed deep red, and he started to become opaque, fading from sight. The old tricks were the best tricks, and this was his oldest.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:44 am
This is where Nny thanked the wall for his new ability, he wasn't sure how he got it, but damn did it come in handy for times like...now!
He saw the gun coming before it did, and leapt up, and around, and danced like old times to avoid the gun. At one point, he leapt toward Khane, and attempted to take a bite out of him. Well, he was craving the blood, and Erica was busy, and he didn't even want to know what Ponyboy tasted like, so, well, yeah. Chompy time!
Erica on the other hand, was confused by Greg. Yes, Greg. His name was way to frikkin long, and so, she decided on calling him Greg. Yep, that was a new one alright, but she wins, so all is well.
However, a confused Erica is not a happy Erica, which might have been from the magic being drained from her, but she didn't know that, so she blamed it on her mood swings, ah ********?" She bapped the fading shadowy Greg with the skillet, and, when that didn't work, she tried again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:04 pm
Khane rounded on Johnny and made as much Noize as he possibly could muster. He was having none of Nny's idiocy right now, he had a Class-B Xenos creature, with possible Class-F genetic traits, who was slipping through his fingers. He looked around, not in normal light, but in infra-red, finding the slippery b*****d's heat signature to be 5 feet to the left. He grabbed him and sunk his fang's into Vlad's back, draining a large quantity of blood.
Vlad was almost away, the female who smelt of cherries and man was bapping a forcefield that he had erected, and the big one was just standing there, then the big one reached over and grabbed him. Through whatever means he had, he could see him even when faded. Vlad was about to react, but he felt a pair of sharp things enter his shoulders, and a sudden sense of falling as his blood was grained, he passed out, reappearing in Khane's hand.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:22 pm
Nny hit the floor like a sack of bricks. Now, they were just little featherlight brick crumbs, but still, it was a bag, filled with brick thing.
After a few painful twitchy like 'kibbies', he stopped and threw a knife at Khane, but ended up hitting Ponyboy instead, either way, one of the two was hit, and all was well.
Erica pouted. She wasn't even bapping Vlad when she was bapping. Ah, but Erica was not a creature to be denied. She stepped over to first lick the elf's bloody wounds, including where Nny's knife just sank into the elfy thingie's flesh, then with a bloody smile, bapped him off the head. "And that's for trying to disspear!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:27 pm
Khane pulled his fangs out of Vlad and dropped him in the hallway, licking the blood from his mouth. He turned to Nny, magic racing through his veins. He could feel the torrent of existence around him, and with no soul to hinder him he had such beautiful control over all of it. He filled the hole where his soul should have been with pure mana, arcane energy crackling out of his eyes and mouth."Johnathan Damien Smith-C. ... Try hurting me again, and I will end you. I will make you hurt so much that you would beg to face the moose instead. Do I make myself crystal clear?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:44 pm
Nny's eyes grew to the size of dinnerplates, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinheads as he gulped in fear. "Nooooo! Not the moose! NOT THE MOOSE!!!" Nny screamed and scampered up over the ceiling and dropped down behind Erica to hide.
Odd thoughts began to race though Erica's mind as she looked at her wall who took on the name Khane. Wow...I have to kiss that.....eww...that might hurt, he's all crackly and stuff....hmm...well...maybe I should yell at him now....yeah, no one calls my little Johnny Jonathan without my permission. Okay....but...I really don't wanna yell at him, maybe I'll just whisper it to him...yeah, that works, I'll whisper all angry like and stuff.
And, thats exactly what she did. She put her hands on her large hips, tapped Khane on the shoulder, then whispered very harshly. "No one gets to call Jonathan by his full name except me! Got it zappy mouth?" She whispered boldy in her sudden burst of courage, meanwhile Nny cowered behind Erica, fearing the thought of the moose.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:58 pm
Khane huffed out lightning. He will call whoever he wanted whatever he wanted. He breathed in deep and roared, pure arcane energy coming out of his fingertips and peeling the paint off the walls. Great arcs of power tore gouges in the drywalled hallways. Slowly spreading embers burned the carpeted floors around his feet. His hair, long and dark as the night billowed around him as he bellowed out a might roar. He finished, relaxing and feeling he had made his point, then stormed off into his room, the clothes and weapons organizing themselves in a hurricane of black cloth and weaponry.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 5:20 pm
Erica was not normally one to show fear...normally. At the roar, she flinched visibly. Ah, the wonder that was Erica though, at the flinch, little cuts whipped at both Khane and Vlad's bodies. Nny, who was behind her missed the brunt of the subconscious self-defense, but still got the shock from it. Erica, shaking, looked up at the dissapearing form of Khane, then at the floor.
Nny was close behind her, but didn't do anything, per usual. He never knew what to do when his big sister had a breakdown, so he stood there behind her, just watching gapedly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 6:54 pm
Khane continued to storm about his room, drawing glyphs around the doors, glyphs of warding, glyphs of power, glyphs of destruction. He drew them over and over again, more and more. His room coursed with power, the walls throbbed, the magic seeped into the weapons, into the clothes, into the walls. Great streams of magic flowed around the room, diverting around the Glyphs. He had drawn his room into a circle of power, connecting ten different ley lines into one point, diverting them into his dorm room... he would sleep well.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 7:24 pm
Nny twitched. Leave Erica, go to shiny, kill Khane? Kill Khane for Erica, then poke shiny? Flee to the wall? Add a freezy into the equation?
Nny decided on something, a little improvisistical. He picked up his sister, and threw her into Khane's room.
Erica was thrown
Nny stood at Khane's doorway, not going in, but observing what happened to Erica.
Erica's fate laid in Khane's glyph's glow (because the glyphs don't have hands)
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 5:10 pm
Khane spun around at the sudden intrusion into his domain. The glyphs recognized the child growing in Erica's as that of their master, and gently lifted her, cushioning her on a seat of pure fluffiness while Khane busied himself with trapping Nny within a Logic Cube. The point of a Logic cube was to present the prisoner with an intense logical quandary, to which there is only one right answer that one would have ot either be brilliant, or insane in a very special way, to figure out. The Logic Cube would only dispell from an outside source, or if the prisoner found the correct answer. The Logic Cube whispered Nny it's problem."If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 5:36 pm
Nny blinked a few times. Logic....no. He glared at the boxy thing, then threw a freezy at it. When the freezy bounced back, he threw knives at it, and when those bounced back, he threw himself at the walls.
"You just commited suicide, or got back to square one. Now let me the ******** out."
Erica, on the other hand was confused. She has just torn lots of cuts into Khane, was still shaking from the rather loud, and crackly display of roar, and now she was floating. Yeah...things were...odd.
"K-khane...? What...are these things?" Erica piped up over her shakiness, and began to relaxing into the floaty.
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