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I gots to go and mow the lawn. >o; GIRLS Should not be subjected to labor. I try to tell my father that but he doesn't understand. So I'll be back in an hour. >< ))

(( Ha ha. Its true. ;~; But I really do hate manual labor. There are much more fun things you could use your energy for. Such as shopping, yoga and such things.

Mowing the lawn, and sweating until the grass sticks to your ankles is not something I want to do. r_r; Sorry for feeling such a way. : P ))

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Looking upward, she would stare into the eyes for a moment, examine the hair and the forehead, and then smile, her bright golden orbs closing. Her hand would grasp his hand, and be helped up. She almost was going to a brat and poke him but decided not too. <_<; She wiped her a** off and then picked up her sword. Flipping it around in one hand for a moment, she would toss it into the sky a straight arrow toss that would soon burst into a small amount of energized loctus pedals. She dusted her hands off and then looked back at Jack.

"Actaully, as much as I am hungry. I can as well tell when someone could whip my a** with a single hand and you are probably one of those people. So in a way I did give in to defeat, only to not waste time but fill my stomach!"

She said with a laugh. : P

"Doesn't matter."

She said with a smile.

In the distance a few quiet popping sounds can be heard as they literally burst from the inside, their blood forcing its way out. For a moment Trei would feel a certain grip upon the entirety of his being, his blood flowing within him at a rate that was not proper. Lightheadedness would come for a moment as then his body began to bulge, flows of blood pressing out and flowing through the spaces between his organs as ther whole tried to leap from his body. With particular force his nose would begin to bleed and he'd start coughing up blood too thick to be his own, even his skin slowly letting blood flow clean through, some getting on his sandwhich, making it DAMNED disgusting. In mere moments he would be covered in the fluid of life itself, a pair of eyes blinking up at him from his own arm, each formed from blood.

Well while its true that people usually don't just ooze blood, when an insane blood magus choses you as the end point for a Bloodwalk, it does get rather nasty. The eyes pull away, along with most of the blood that has pulled itself from Trei, but his nose would not stop bleeding for about a day. The nosebleed wasn't anything significant, just enough to be annoying, and because it wasn't his blood that was leaking from his nose, he wouldn't have to worry about bloodloss.

Up from the blood a man slowly emerged, hunched over and wearing no form of footwear. His black pants, blue shirt, and camo jacket seemed to be largely stained with blood, his hair matted to his head and likewise encrusted into a horrific crown. A badge was pinned not to his shirt, but passing through to be lodged in between two ribs as if he had been stabbed with it. His breath expelled a cloud of sweet lifeblood, the rush filling his ear with the Song of Blood. He looked over Trei with wild eyes, "No....loitering..."

From between his lips a tendrils of blood shot out to grab the sandwhich and disolve it into the stream. Before it sealed back within his lips, the sandwich was gone and a demented grin was upon his lips. His wild eyes and gestures gave clues to his state of less than sanity, his body bulging as he seemed to be trying to explode from his skin. His voice gargled with blood as he cried out, "Homeless! Vagabond! Lawless! C...Craven will arrest you for loitering! They'll see I'm not useless! I'll be GPD again!" And with that, quite simply, his chest exploded. More specifically, his badge shot forth from his chest, a stream of blood pushing it on at extreme speeds, the blood within having formed up significant pressure. By all means it seemed strong and sharp enough to punch through Trei entirely and leave behind the tainted blood. One has to stop and ask themselves why the GPD makes their badges out of strong materials, however...

Trei arches an eyebrow and sidesteps the stream with relative ease... it isn't that big, after all, and since it had exploded from the guy's chest, Trei's eye had managed to catch small precursor signs, such as the small bulge in the flesh before it gave way.

Not willing to stay too close, though, he turns so that he is facing almost perpendicular to the Badge's flight-path and leaps back a ways, his eye watching both opponent and blood so that he won't be caught off-gaurd.

By now, though, the kid is pissed. That ******** ate his sammich!!