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Post by Richard on May 6, 2008 18:21:51 GMT -5
"Oh, right, like-"
He stopped with his arms halfway up.
"Waaaaaaaaaait a minute! You're distracting me!"
And he jabbed Erik back.
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Post by Erik on May 6, 2008 18:23:39 GMT -5
*Erik had actually not planned anything of the sort, and he was rather put out that he'd neglected to take advantage of it at the time. In truth, it felt so good, just having a body again, that he was having trouble focusing on anything else.*
"You're distracting me!" *he cried.* "From the task at hand, which is killing you for daring to sully my Pina."
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Post by Richard on May 6, 2008 18:27:25 GMT -5
"Good luck with that, minger! Oh, yes, I called you minger!" He had an almost crazed, proud expression for a moment before clearing his throat. "But the matter at hand is that I love your daughter." ((By the way, I was referencing this earlier: ))
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Post by Erik on May 6, 2008 18:29:37 GMT -5
*Erik fell silent for a moment, and the sound of his shocked wordlessness rang between them like a bell you can't hear.*
"No you don't."
((LOL, I know.))
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Post by Richard on May 6, 2008 18:32:54 GMT -5
"I don't think that's for you to decide."
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2008 11:17:52 GMT -5
"Of course it is!" *Erik roared.* "She's my daughter! My family! Who are you to take her away from Erik?"
*Erik's deadly hands rose to Richard's throat, strong fingers flexing in anticipation even as he regretted not having his lasso.*
"A dead, crippled, son-of-a--"
*Whatever else he was about to say was lost to Richard, as Erik winked back out of sight as he touched Richard's neck, his fingers passing through in a most unsatisfying manner. He screamed in frustration, his arms waving and passing inconsiderately through Richard's body as he jumped up and down like a demented monkey.*
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Post by Richard on May 7, 2008 11:43:40 GMT -5
"Can't kill the dead!" Richard shouted, his voice taking on an uncharacteristically mad, gleeful edge. "Great bloody lunatic that you are, I still thought you'd know that! And what a pity it is, sir... What a pity that I, the dead man, have a body... and you don't even have that! Oh, you poor bastard!"
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Post by Erik on May 7, 2008 12:23:05 GMT -5
And what a body to claim ownership of!
*Somehow, Erik thought Richard did not actually feel pity for him. Even so, either way, the man was an insufferable twit, and would need to be dealt with. Perhaps he could not be killed, but something else could be done. He could whisk Pina away--or tell Julian to.
Or Erik could take his body. He hadn't thought of that before.
Still... would he really want it?*
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Post by Richard on May 8, 2008 20:19:47 GMT -5
((I now want to draw this scene. Or at the very least replace it with "I'm not your friend, buddy!" "I'm not your buddy, guy!"))
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2008 10:32:28 GMT -5
((I would so draw them imitating each other if they could.))
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Post by Micaela on May 9, 2008 11:23:42 GMT -5
((My friend was making fun of her twin during study hall, his hair in particular, so she was waving her hands around her head saying 'SCRAGGLEBUSH' and then he was waving his hands, imitating her-imitating-his-hair... and I suddenly can't help but come out with "That looks like a 60s dance craze, Xanni."))
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