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Post by Assassin on Aug 24, 2009 1:14:33 GMT -5
Assassin laughed quietly, tightening his grip on her somewhat when she started to kiss his neck. "...you know to build any skill requires a lot of practice." He said as he came to a halt in front of her doorway.
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 24, 2009 1:17:16 GMT -5
<well good thing hawk got to da kitchen after da makeout bandits left otherwise she really would've felt bad and stuff but omg yay water!!>
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Aug 24, 2009 1:24:33 GMT -5
Kat nodded, lifting her head so she could kiss him properly again, "Oh, I agree, lots of practice." She grinned mischeviously, shifting so she could press a kiss along his jawline, "Lots and lots." Baha.
YAY WATER. Nick was going to go be dreary in his room and try and think of a way to make Hawk not mad at him/upset but it was hard because he was pretty sure she hadn't been this mad at him before >.> eesh. BACK UP HE NEEDS BACK UP.
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Post by Assassin on Aug 24, 2009 1:27:53 GMT -5
Assassin struggled for a moment to get the door open so he could walk them both in and shut it with his foot, a task that Kat was easily distracting him from. He somehow managed and turned his head so he could kiss her cheek again. "Better get started then."
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 24, 2009 1:30:53 GMT -5
<hawk got her water and went back down to da pool 'cause da light and stuff with da water was all reflective and cool and she wanted to lay down in one of da chairs and chill....<.< she'll probably fall asleep there BUT SO WHAT!?>
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Aug 24, 2009 1:46:15 GMT -5
Kat laughed, wiggling her way out of his arms as soon as he shut the door behind them, but keeping her own arms locked tightly around his neck, "Yes please."
WELL FINE SHE COULD DO THAT. Eris may or may not move her later, depending on how angry she thinks Hawk would be >.> WE SHALL SEE.
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 19:45:59 GMT -5
-A dark storm brews over Darkmoor, lightning dancing to the tune of the ominous thunder- ... -Three men stand on the crest of a hill, gazing to the black horizon. The ground trembles beneath their boots, but none of the men so much as flinch. Not far above them, a crow circles the men lazily, with eyes far too intelligent-
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 19:47:23 GMT -5
<hawk was out chilling by the lake in the forest 'cause if she stayed by the pool then nick might be able to find her and she was still pissed and stuff but then there's lighteninggggg>
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 19:51:09 GMT -5
-Strange howls tear through the night, sharper than the roaring thunder and whips of lightning- ... -One of the three men smiles beneath his hood, a glowing blue hand resting on the hilt of a blade. In the distance, lightning tears into the ground, and the earth erupts in flame and debris. The crow shrieks and wings to the north, towards the horizon and lightning strikes. One of the three men, smaller than the other two, sprints after the crow, keeping to the underbrush and shadows-
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 19:52:31 GMT -5
<well now there's something freaky going on 'cause hawk's hearing some sort of cracking noise and when she gets up to go look there's fire and a hole in the ground> da hell??
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 19:58:31 GMT -5
-An orb of fire drops from the sky like a huge raindrop, exploding on impact with the sundered earth. From the smoldering debris, several creatures stagger to their feet, then start running towards a small town. The man with the blue arm salutes the last of the men, then starts running towards those creatures- Drink deep, Sanctus. -Armok chuckled, watching more of the orbs of fire drop from the sky. The holes in the clouds revealed a hellish nightscape, and even more fire- When it rains... it pours. -A slight smirk tweaked the corners of his lips beneath his shoufa, then Armok reached behind his back. When his hand closed around his sword, a crimson eye opened wide, then narrowed in hatred- Blood, blood, bones, guts. Feed, feed. Muscle, sinew, so so good. Blood, souls, yes? -Armok looked at his sword... and thew his head back, howling with laughter- So it is battle you want, demons? Here I am!
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 20:00:52 GMT -5
<hawk was like O.o oh what the hell they just kicked evil ass and it's raining trouble buuuuut she just kinda hid behind the tree and covered her ears>
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 20:08:28 GMT -5
-Kukrix twirled his staff, gaining momentum so that he could slam the ironshod tip into the back of a demon's head. The erupting brains and moist choking was satisfactory- It looks like you chose the wrong party to crash, friend. -He leapt from the underbrush, in the path of several men-sized demons. The first laughed, raising a spear to impale Kukrix, but the crow dove, pecking at the demon's eyes. As it roared and swatted at the crow, Kukrix crushed the creature's powerful throat with a quick jab-
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-The town was within a stone's shot, and the demons were closing fast. Sanctus pulled a pistol from a holster, and fired several blessed slugs into the lead creatures' heads and chests. Snarls and roars of agony split the night asunder, and a dozen demons turned from their charge to kill the fool who interrupted their plundering- I don't think we've met, gentlemen. -Sanctus ducked an overhead cleave, then slammed his silver-blue fist into the demon's chest... and laughed as the fist burst through flesh, bone, and hell-forged steel. He grabbed the creature's spine, and pulled it close to his face- I'm Sanctus Diaboli, and you are all trespassing on the wrong plane of existence.
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 20:12:13 GMT -5
<hawk's just kinda hoping the lighting stops so she can stop covering her ears>
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 20:17:42 GMT -5
-Several of the creatures notice Armok's maniacal laughing and snarl, barking to one another about him. Within seconds, twenty or so are rushing up the hill towards the lone man, rotten fangs glistening with acrid saliva- Strategy is not a strong suit of the demons... -Armok stepped forward, and unsheathed the one-eyed sword. As he did, a sound like a dozen, high-pitched screams howled for an instant, then even the storm was silent. He stood rigid, staring past the demons- I can smell you, Nozdormu... You insult me with this fodder- -Armok emphasizes fodder by cutting the first demon in half vertically, one half falling to either side of him. He steps forward, untouched by the blood and gore, then tucks a shoulder. He rams into the chest of yet another demon, flipping it off of him and through the air. It bounced to a shattering stop against a tree, blood seeping from its mouth-
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 20:19:25 GMT -5
<hawk peeked around the tree again to watch and well it kinda looked like the good guys were winning so YAY!!>
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 20:24:16 GMT -5
-Sanctus grabs another demon by the throat as it leaps at him, chuckling as claws crack and break against his gleaming armor- Back to Hell, foul beast. -He squeezes his demonic hand, beheading the demon. He chuckles and kicks the corpse away, into another demon's legs. It trips, rolling to a stop just before his boots... and he plants his sword in the side of the demon's head- Watch where you walk, beast.
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-Kukrix rolls under a lumbering demon's legs, then rises gracefully, planting the ironshod staff into the base of it's skull, killing it instantly. He grins, then hears the howls of rage and agony coming from Armok's direction- Bloody Hells, I'm coming. -He starts running towards Armok-
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 20:26:30 GMT -5
<hawk wasn't exactly sure how much trouble she could get into if she left her hiding spot to go and watch the fight but figured <.< hey might as well and she's stumbling up da hill 'cause she's not stepping on any bodies no sir to get a closer look>
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 25, 2009 20:29:36 GMT -5
-Armok kicks a demon in the head before it can tackle him, then loses his balance as yet another barrels into his side. They roll on the ground, grappling. The thing snarls and bites at his face, inches from his throat as Armok's muscles bulge, barely keeping it at bay. Armok lets out a snarl, then slams the hilt of his blade into the demon's temple... and blood and brain splatter his face and chest. Before Armok can regain his balance, however, three more of the demons leap on him, one holding down the sword- No, no NO! Stupid, stupid beasts, they do not deserve us! Fight harder, fight them! Bite them, claw them, gnash their bones! Kind of... -Armok snarls, bashing his head against one of the demons- Kind of busy, if you didn't notice.
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 25, 2009 20:32:50 GMT -5
<hawk to the rescue....uh sorta....she just pelts a couple of the demons with some hard rocks 'cause let's face it even without her bow hawk's got great aim> hey!! leave him alone!! <please?? what if she said please??>
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