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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:21 pm
"Hey, now," Chaonis said with a fake serious face as he saw Foramen searching himself. He grinned, though, when it was only a cellphone that was produced.
Man, he rarely used his.
He made to echo Foramen's lead, grinning. This was one of the only contacts in his phone, really, besides Rosalind and maybe some others he had picked up and forgot about. As in fighting, he didn't like taking the indirect route: if he wanted someone, he went out and found them. Also like his fighting style, it wasn't always the most effective way to handle a situation.
"Alright, that's settled. If I come across a Nega that needs an arm removed, I'll give you a buzz. You need something punched in the face, you call me. Or, you know, if you're bored." He'd probably resort to that, seeking some fun to be had rather than job getting done.
But hey, it was often two birds with one stone, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:38 pm
"Sounds like a plan," Foramen said with a devilish grin. There were a lot of people out there who needed a punch in the face, after all. Some of them even worked for the Negaverse.
That done, Foramen tucked the phone away once more, lost somewhere in folds of sparkly material and hidden subspace pockets. The joys of alien magic.
"Same back to you, call me if you want to cause more havoc. I think that might be as much as we cna make today, though." The alleyway was completely trashed. Overturned dumpsters, concrete splintered into jagged chunks, and no doubt more than just a little structural damage to the buildings surrounding them.
Foramen stretched, vertebrae cracking as they moved back into place after the beating they'd taken at the hands of the youma. "I think that's me for the evening. Time to eat and grab a beer and unwind."
He leapt out of the alleyway, up onto the rooftop of a building. He paused after landing, giving a wave of his hand at Chaonis. "Hope your friend has a speedy recovery," he said, proving he hadn't forgotten the conversations that had gotten them into this. Then he was gone, sprinting back across rooftops in search of home, food, and - of course - beer. He deserved one. A dead youma, and a promising ally in battle... Not a bad day's work.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:07 pm
Chaonis nodded, imagining the world had bore witness to their awesomeness enough for one night. It was dark in the alley now, which was worrisome in a way. Someone might notice and come over to take a peek, see why the light wasn't on. Or, more likely, no one was around and no one would care anyway.
At least he hadn't knocked over a building.
He eyed the nearest one just to be sure. Nothing shaking, looking pretty sturdy. Seemed alright, but he didn't want to stick around anyway. That was his general motto anyway. Get in, smash s**t up, and get out of there. Why not?
He watched Foramen bounce away, nodding his head when the other waved. He looked surprised by his parting words, his mind turning back to Tony and making him thoughtful. He looked down at the floor, sighing. They had killed a youma, but those Negas were still out there, hurting humans.
But at least now he had someone he could count on for help, if he needed it. Not that he would admit to it if the time came. He moved away from the alley, taking a different path to get him closer to home, so he could power down and go see if Tony was awake. And ignore him if he was. Gotta keep up appearances.
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