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Post by Rojo on Sept 3, 2008 9:46:51 GMT -5
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WAR!
HUGH!
*Drop Kicks random people*
What is it good for?
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Post by Seven on Sept 3, 2008 10:52:59 GMT -5
Absolutely nothing!
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Post by Rojo on Sept 3, 2008 13:03:54 GMT -5
WARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
*Headbangs a tree, knocking himself out*
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Post by Seven on Sept 3, 2008 13:26:16 GMT -5
...*blink. Carefully walks over. Pokes Rojo with a stick* Hey...kid....you ok?
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Post by Rojo on Sept 3, 2008 14:58:23 GMT -5
DON'T PATRONIZE ME!
*Swings Exalibolg, but only so it smashes Seven's hand off about fifty feet into the distance*
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Post by Seven on Sept 3, 2008 16:59:06 GMT -5
*Serena's eyes go wide, and amazingly, no blood goes flying out of her left wrist.*
Serena *panicked* Do you REALIZE what youve DONE!!! *shoves what looks like a cleanly healed stub of her left arm in his face* Now HE'LL BE FREE!!!
*some 50 ft off in the distance, Salzar gets to his fingers, scuttling around for a bit like then Thing, and then slowly but surely, the rest of a body begins to form after him*
Salzar: Haha! At last *he stretches his left arm, especially the hand he expanded from* I'm FREE!
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Post by Rojo on Sept 4, 2008 9:42:16 GMT -5
*Stares blankly at the hand-man, before limply dropping the mace and plonking down*
Woah.
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Post by Seven on Sept 4, 2008 23:02:39 GMT -5
Salzar casually strides over. He looks just like any other male, except his left hand is clearly smaller and more feminine looking than his right. Serena glares. "Hand thief!" She waves her stub at him. "Get back to being my parasitic hand--"
Salzar smiles sweetly. Then he pulls out a giant-oversized hammer and sends Serena into the stratosphere with it. "YIIAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She goes flying off. Salzar stretches his shoulders. "You don't know how LONG I've been wanting to do that for..." he says with a pleased smile.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 5, 2008 9:59:19 GMT -5
The boy looks up, his eyes filled with a cold glare that seemed to infect the scene with a chill.
"You didn't want to do that..." he says quietly, gripping the mace with one hand, his head dropping forward so his eyes are unseen again.
"You really didn't want to do that..." there is a small inkling of satisfaction in his supprisingly low voice for someone his age.
He hefts the mace up, moving it slowly behind him, bringing his other hand to firmly grip the black metal as well. The wind picks up, fluttering both people's clothes.
"You really really didn't want to do that..."
He looks up suddenly, a defiant grin upon his face
"EXCALIBOLG!"
He swings the mace around with all his might, leaving an afterimage of where the mighty weapon used to be. The mace smashed into the strange hand-man with force egnough to knock over a bull-elephant.
((I assumed it hit since we're so close togetheR))
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Post by Seven on Sept 5, 2008 12:03:57 GMT -5
((That's fine.))
Salzar blinks as the kid starts acting all creepy-possessed. He bends slightly to try to hear him better.
"Um...hey..."
And then he suddenly comes the swing. Salzar tries to put up an arm in defense. Exalibolg connects with the left fore arm, and suddenly the left hand goes flying backwards 50 feet. It flails, trying to stop it self and the puppet male body slinks lifelessly to the grown and turns to ash. Somewhere, Serena's Salzar sense tingles and she goes sprinting like all hell towards the flying hand.
The hand signs," NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as Serena leaps up grabbing it like a Frisbee. The two fight it out for a few seconds, Serena eventually sitting on Salzar's fingers so she can use her right hand to sew him back on. She does it in a world-record time of 2.3 seconds, leaving a very disgruntled Salzar back as her left hand. She flexes her wrist contently.
"Ahh...much better..." she grins. It sounds like there's a soft sound of cursing coming from the left hand though.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 5, 2008 12:17:19 GMT -5
The boy smiles, the large instrument of DOOM now gone.
"Better?" He asks.
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Post by Seven on Sept 7, 2008 10:31:01 GMT -5
The hand snaps at him, Serena only manages to pull him back at the last moment.
"Not for me..." the hand mumbles.
Serena blinks, looks at the hand and pats it like a small dog.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 7, 2008 13:25:26 GMT -5
The boy raises an eyebrow and smiles wanly at the hand.
"Well, if it causes you any trouble, let me know; it's what us Spooks are for."
The boy nods politely to the nice young lady before turning and beginning to walk out of the field, his sturdy cloak flapping gaily in the wind.
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Post by Seven on Sept 7, 2008 15:20:17 GMT -5
....?
*thought bubble: He's the one who offed it in the first place....*
"Um...bye...sir..." waves a little.
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Post by Rojo on Sept 7, 2008 15:46:26 GMT -5
The boy casts a two-fingered dismissal salute behind him before he hops the rusty gate at the edge of the field and is gone along the sturdy road to whatever place he came from.
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