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Post by Emily on Jun 7, 2007 14:04:34 GMT -5
"I don't doubt that. He's a difficult man. He's done some horrible things. Hey--step off!"
*She reached back and grabbed a pitcher of water and flung it at him. It wasn't holy, but it could damn well be annoying. She tugged the cross on a chain off her neck and held it out before her.*
What did Anthony Hopkins say?
"I am strong in the Lord, and the power of His might! I am strong in the Lord, and the power of His might!"
*She reached behind her and groped for the bulb of garlic in her pile of herbs. She tossed it idly in one hand like a baseball.*
"Any closer and I'll ram this down your fugdamn throat, you undead sack of sh*t!"
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Post by Parisa on Jun 7, 2007 14:09:13 GMT -5
((*pops popcorn and offers it around*))
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Post by Dr. Fell on Jun 7, 2007 14:09:43 GMT -5
*Hannibal looks up from his book he's been reading.*
"I did? Hmm...doesn't sound like me."
*Pulls out script to check.*
"Oh...I'll be buggered."
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Post by Dracula on Jun 7, 2007 14:12:56 GMT -5
*Dracula raised an eyebrow as the water dripped off of him, the cross and garlic he could understand, but water?*
"The cross does nothing but burn my flesh a little and is of no use to you when you are not holding."
*Dracula jumped forward and twisted Emily's hand so she would have to let go off the cross.*
"And the garlic isn't used against vampires but against witches. That's what you get if you let a drunk Irishman write about East European folklore."
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Post by Emily on Jun 7, 2007 14:23:16 GMT -5
"Let GO of me, blood-for-brains!"
*She lobbed the garlic at him, but it only thumped off his shoulder and fell to the floor.*
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Post by Dracula on Jun 8, 2007 4:32:07 GMT -5
*Dracula only tightened his grip.*
"Now, there is no need for name calling. Emily, - that is your name right? - do you know why I am here."
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Post by Emily on Jun 8, 2007 10:44:48 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, could you rephrase that? It sounds like it's supposed to be a question, but you said it like a statement."
*She sneered at him and tried to yank her hand out of his grip.*
"And I suggest you get out before I'm forced to summon Nadir, all the Amesha Spentas this time, and maybe a swarm of blackflies--they've a lot in common with you. You'll like them."
*She narrowed her gaze.*
"I've the power to warp the universe at my fingertips, so I'd suggest you skeddaddle back up whichever cosmic a**hole shat you out in my direction. Buh-bye!"
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Post by Marijke on Jun 9, 2007 12:15:19 GMT -5
*I is totally not Sue!Me but Dracula. REALLY*
But that's because my writer is a ditz!
She sounds just like that annoying servant girl.
"I am the undead, you can't kill me. Sure it will hurt a bit, but I know ways to hurt you too."
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Post by Emily on Jun 9, 2007 12:16:16 GMT -5
*Emily snorted.*
"I'd like to see you try when I've got you trussed up like a Christmas goose."
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Post by Satan on Jun 9, 2007 12:24:47 GMT -5
((Trying to add more pictures to your avi? ))
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Post by Emily on Jun 9, 2007 14:51:01 GMT -5
((Hm? I changed it, yeah.))
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Post by Dracula on Jun 10, 2007 15:11:17 GMT -5
*Dracula jerked at the girls arm and spinner her around so that he faced her back. He pressed his body against hers and at the same time placed his hand against her throat, softly choking her.*
"I'd like to see you try."
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Post by Emily on Jun 10, 2007 17:37:26 GMT -5
"Oh, now it's ON!" *she spat, closing her eyes and blithely focusing on bringing in Dr. Van Helsing into the kitchen in search of a snack in a NPC capacity.
It might have worked. If it had worked.*
"...what the hell?" *she muttered to herself with soft wonderment.* Okay, maybe I'm not allowed to create canon NPCs out of thin air. Let's try...a bunch of priests. Come oooon bunch of priests...raid the den of sin, save the innocent...
*She focused as hard as she could, even with Dracula's fingers pressing against her windpipe, almost ignoring him.*
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Post by Dracula on Jun 11, 2007 5:07:35 GMT -5
"It seems like it isn't working, my dear."
*Dracula grinned.*
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Post by Emily on Jun 11, 2007 9:15:23 GMT -5
"No shit!" *she snapped, but there was a note of hysteria in her tone that had previously been absent.* "What do you want with me, anyway? My blood is nasty--I had a lot of transfusions when I was little. Pre-1989, too. So...like, the blood I got wasn't screened, really. I could have hepatitis. Or AIDS. Yeah--you don't wanna mess with that."
Okay so I got checked out when I was seven and now I'm fine. So what?
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