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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:17 pm
[Colin, Faust, and Quenton] **Super Upgrade Rp**
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:27 pm
[SOLO] Dat Spitty Starseed A glint of teeth. The clack clack of enamel on gemstone. An all-enveloping aura of Chaos and despair.
Colin jolted awake, hands fisted in coverlet, with a shout caught in his throat.
His first encounter with Umber and the corrupted senshi they'd failed to save had been events separated by spans of time, but for the blond, the two merged into one chained nightmare. Spitty starseeds, being drained, desperate scrambles, terror, and pain.
And all because of Umber.
Some jackoff with bad-hair cosplaying Pocahontas' baby brother. What was even up with that?
Umber had taken Rhys. Nearly taken Lorne. And Colin himself. The sound of teeth clacking threateningly on Rhys' starseed would haunt the danseur for the rest of his days - there could be nothing worse. Except maybe the aura of a General King - that s**t was rank in the worst ways.
And that too was the fault of Poke-a-dumbass. Somehow.
As was the ankle injury he'd suffered from that catastrophic failure of a 'rescue' mission.
Ugh. Umber.
Seriously. <******** that guy. WC: 182
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 1:28 pm
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