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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 4:58 pm
Big ain't gotta be tha better. Size dun necessailry mean ya'll 'er gonna win! Sure, she was a big ghoul herself compared to some of the other ghouls she's met thusfar at the school, but in the end, sometimes it was the tricks you knew that would get you the win.
Ain't worried 'bout gettin' roughed up a'bit in tha proccess'a wreckin' up a few pigheaded boils.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 5:21 pm
"I guess that's true." Mot said with a shrug. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Which you would think worked in Mot's favor, but usually only because they were slower as he ran away. He was certainly not letting Levi know he ran from fights.
Mot smirked and gave a thumbs up to the tatzel ghoul. "You sure have grit, I'll give you that. I'd bet on you any day."
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 3:32 pm
Mighty fine 'a ya ta say so, fellar. To say she had grit was like pronouncing she had a chance at a heavyweight championship belt. Returning the thumbs up, Levi got up to her feet just then, dusting off the back of her jeans.
Bout time ta head on in, I reckon. Maybe one day if ya ever get tha fightin' spirit- nodding her chin towards Mot's books, I'll show ya some 'a ma moves ...then you'll show them boils back in tha alley fer me, eh?
Er maybe ya got some moves ya ain't even known 'a yet.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 3:43 pm
Mot tilted his head up to Levi as she stood, leaning back on one hand for leverage. He grinned at her proposal, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Perhaps. That will be the day." Scrawny Mot taking on thugs without the use of his weapon? One could dream.
"See you around, Levi." Mot waved with a free hand. Meeting her had been a fabulous distraction from his reading.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 3:50 pm
Giving Mot one last tap on the bottom of his boot with the tip of her tail, she gave the boil a wide grin before performing a fake tip-of-the-hat.
Yep, be seein' ya, cowboil.
Turning, she scampered off towards monster dorm over the field, book tucked under her arm.
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