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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:01 am
Anonymooo Mooo didn't like yelling across that far of a distance, although his voice would definitely carry. CV's frustrated shriek certainly carried, though, so he might as well return the favor. "What, you dodged it! It's a train--you'd see it coming from a mile away!" Mooo shouted back, cupping his hands around his mouth, still standing on top the train car. "I can throw another one at you if y'want me to--I seriously think you'll just avoid it again! Or you can come on down here and stop pickin' on poor Crim'," Mooo laughed, folding his arms across his broad chest, in a way beckoning CV to bring the fight to him, if things ended up that way.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:01 am
 Celeste Verselles "'Poor Crim'' was asking for it," CV returned, hands moving to her hips now. "And you only want me to come over there because you can't get over here. Give me one good reason why I should, aside from to put a few good bruises on your skull." And she would do it too. She'd done it before. Usually, that in itself was reason enough. But she didn't feel like being easily pacified tonight. Or rather, easily incited.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:03 am
 Katastrophy A train car flew over Kat's head. Shortly followed by very loud and upset voices. This night was getting more interesting by the second. CV's voice was readily noticeable in the night, as was Mooo's returning challenge. This was not a battle to get involved in. The train was evidence enough that getting too close could prove fatal, and judging from CV's earlier attack on Crim, little things like by-standers would not be considered in the battle. Luckily, with the noise the two made, they would be easy enough to avoid.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:04 am
 Dracoya ::It seemed good indeed that she had remained crouched, as large objects flew overhead that were never intended to serve as projectiles. Wry smirk curled on pallid tiers as she shifted back abit, curling saurine appendage about her feet and sitting back on haunches.:: ::Being that Celeste seemed to forget about the near collision, steel colored gaze moved back towards Delve and Crim::
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:05 am
 Se-vens Seven had reached a point in his walk where he could actually make out shapes and figures. Not that anyone was missing the train. There was obviously another fighter entering the arena, and making a specticle of himself. This one he definately new. Seven made his way to the gorilla of a man who had thrown the projectil. He made sure to keep an eye on C.V. in case she got bored of the battle of wits, what with that being a weak area for Mooo, but otherwise wasn't paying much attention. Once he made it to Mooo he simply tapped him on the shoulder and handed him an apple. And at that point continued on past him to find a safe vantage point to watch everything. "Good to see you man. Have fun."
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:06 am
Reverend Sin Of course no one noticed the old man, sitting alone while things were hurtled through the air over head. He was simply reading the paper enjoying his time off hoboing and other things. Now if some one had noticed him, they would have also noticed the not so inconspicuos mockery of a mariachi and a hard metal biker. A helmet enclosing the soft pinky gooness of the man some called Reverend.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:07 am
 Cyringohn Such a flimsy lightpost. It moaned under Tart's weight as he perched upon it, mimicing the various aves of his frequent diet. " KOOOOOOO..." he whispered, amusing his short attention span. A constant trickle of individuals slithered into the train yard; Tart's chains rattled with pleasure, excitement, and more pleasure. He had no desire to interefere, however, content with a scavenger's niche. Moreover, a losing duel would allow Tart to chew on more of his own brain matter, and such a hopeful future forced out another warble. " KOOOOOOO...", indeed!
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:12 am
 DelvennerimIam Delve stood in a neutral stance where he had attacked from before, watching Crim'. A bead of red blood driped down from the edge to the tip of the blade where it fell to the ground. It was hard for Delve to ignore the tipsy feeling he gets after blurring, but he attempts not to allow it to show. Raising his knife to Crim, and taking a similar posture he grins wickedly. "Blooded but unbowed, as always...expect no quarter, Pink-haired...guy." His long white coat moved about slightly in a faint wind. Then that flash, Delve blinked, shook his head and then with a burst of speed, ran at Crim', his knife flashing in the dim light. Delve would slide at the last moment, attempting to scissor kick Crim's legs out from under him. MEANWHILE...Delve's scarf slithers about in the shadows, it seems to hiss and hides inside a rail car when the bright light flashes. Then without warning the car felt as though it was being lifted to the Scarf. Who could lift a rail car? Before the Scarf could look out, it got the distinct feeling it was flying. This was confirmed when he saw a very purturbed looking woman breifly out the window a sthe rail car sailed through the air. The Scarf lept from the rail car, straight at CVs head, tendrils of shadow spreading out like an octupus from Hell.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:13 am
Celeste Verselles What the hell was going on today? First she gets a cigarette butt thrown at her, then a train car and now a sentient scarf was launching itself at her head which, sadly, wasn't noticed until the thing had already latched on.
"WHAT THE HELL?" came the magical girl's muffled shout, and she tore at the fabric, the glittering light that always surrounded her flying everywhere with the struggle. Okay. That was IT. Once she managed to get the fabric loose enough on her face, the hand that gripped the staff shoved the weapon up into the cloth, magic flaring to life at it's tip. If the light didn't disturb it enough to make it let go, then she'd have to try something else, but hopefully that would do it. Of course, Mooo was likely to get a good laugh out of the incident.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:15 am
Katastrophy Kat was getting bored. The scarf with her gun was missing, so attempting to take out Delve was pointless, and the dual between Moo and CV was a little too far beyond her capacities to enter. She absentmindedly toyed with her ring, and started looking around for things to burn. When in doubt, chaos was always a good thing. Meanwhile, PrettyKitty, slightly more suicidal than Kat, had gotten curious about the raised voices between Moo and CV, and was hiding under a nearby car, watching them throw insults (and other things) at each other.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:38 pm
DelvennerimIam The scarf, screaching with an unholy sound somewhere between squealing breaks and some unearthly reptile, dislodges from CVs head. It's shadowy form splits into ribbons as it falls to the ground. The creature, squirming and trying to regain its composure, notices a small cat nearby. Feeling an increadible urge to possess a creature of lesser strength than itself, the scarf slithers straight for MiniKitty. It appears like a disembodied shadow, slithering rapidly on the ground. It leaps, shadowy tendrils reaching for the cat hiding under a car.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:39 pm
Katastrophy Mistaken for MiniKitty and taken by surprise, PrettyKitty was grabbed by the demonic scarf. Possessing none of the fighting capacity of MiniKitty, she let out a terrified shriek that pierced the night, greatly resembling a small animal being killed, rather than simply grabbed. Immediately, the kitten began struggling. Halfway across the field, Kat heard her kitten's cry very clearly. Torn between helping the cat and exposing herself, she decided PrettyKitty could could take care of herself. If the kitten was so eager to hang around, she could deal with her own battles.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:40 pm
 Crim` Skylicker DelvennerimIam Delve stood in a neutral stance where he had attacked from before, watching Crim'. A bead of red blood driped down from the edge to the tip of the blade where it fell to the ground. It was hard for Delve to ignore the tipsy feeling he gets after blurring, but he attempts not to allow it to show. Raising his knife to Crim, and taking a similar posture he grins wickedly. "Blooded but unbowed, as always...expect no quarter, Pink-haired...guy." His long white coat moved about slightly in a faint wind. Then that flash, Delve blinked, shook his head and then with a burst of speed, ran at Crim', his knife flashing in the dim light. Delve would slide at the last moment, attempting to scissor kick Crim's legs out from under him. And in response to this Crim` would simply dive forward over Delve, reaching out with his arms, landing in a roll and correcting himself. He'd quickly turn, drawing a throwing knife from the back of his belt while in motion and flicking it at Delve's back from a half-crouched position.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:42 pm
DragonMan Ren And he had thought he could simply watch the battle and move along unnoticed. Ren should have known it would never happen that way. The scream was too much. He emerged from his hiding place and strode to the train car openly. A punch, which would have simply gone through the metal, instead tore the car in half as his magic dispersed the force as he directed. Exposed beneath it were a kitten and a shadowy being, one struggling helplessly against the other. Ren was fond of kittens. "Go back to your master, beast," Ren muttered, as a golden glow engulfed his right hand. He seized the shadowy thing. Should it react as expected, it would fall away, leaving the kitten and the Magnum in Ren's hand.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:43 pm
Reverend Sin There was a flash of movement from the bench where the two men had been sitting. The old man had apparently flipped his newspaper to read the next page. Rev, simply sat content a very open target. His mind however was interested in the large sounds of panic and devestation. With a sigh he took out a guitar from his helmets visor and began to play, a simple song, if simple songs were the sounds humpback whales make...
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