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Post by Xavier on Dec 9, 2007 18:48:28 GMT -5
"Women can stay out of my bed, thanks. I don't have to take advantage of a defenseless woman to make myself feel like a man--can you say the same?" *He taunted, knocking the man down again and roughly kicking him in the stomach.*
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Post by Loki on Dec 9, 2007 18:54:45 GMT -5
"I could, until I met that whore. She practically threw herself at me." *Loke hissed. He went back up on his feet once more, swaying a little from the pain in his stomach. He gave the man a right hook."
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 10:28:38 GMT -5
*Cry-baby had been prowling Paris looking for trouble when the things he'd heard about the Opera House made him curious. And no sooner had he started stalking the corridors than he heard sounds of a struggle coming from a practice room. He darted in, his street smarts taking instinctual hold. He sized up the confrontation--the winner seemed clear, so Cry-Baby chose the other side.
The underdog.
He jumped forward, punching Loke square in the face and reveling in the surge of power he felt.*
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Post by Loki on Dec 10, 2007 10:31:24 GMT -5
*Loke whirled around, giving the new intruder a left hook. Then he tried to get closer to the unconscious Malefica on the floor to give her a kick in her tiny body.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 11:24:47 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby ducked and then slid in between Loke and Malefica. He couldn't believe anyone would be so cruel as to kick a woman when she was down. Or any time, for that matter. He felt more alive than ever, his reflexes sharper, his blows harder. He reveled in the sense of power, pummeling Loke like a prizefighter.*
"Ain't you got manners?" *he shouted.*
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Post by Loki on Dec 10, 2007 13:22:03 GMT -5
*Loke tried to avoid the blows, but this man was a much harder fighter than the first one. Loke thought about how he once had attacked Thor, the warlord of Valhall. He quickly draws his pocket-knife and flashes it.*
"Stay back!" *he shouted.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 13:40:19 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby sniffed.*
"Oh. That where you wanna take this?"
*He drew his own switchblade, making sure it wasn't his comb, and flicked it in front of Loke.*
"I ain't afraid of you."
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Post by Loki on Dec 10, 2007 13:58:16 GMT -5
*Loke circled around the man, looking for a place to stab. He ran quickly forward, stabbing Cry Baby in the shoulder.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:04:11 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby cried out in pain--usually the JD's he fought backed down. But fueled with the fire of righteous anger and the indefinable kick he got from the bike, Cry-Baby darted forward and rammed his knife home in Loke's upper thigh. The knife slid in easily and Cry-Baby was half-elated, half-sick.*
"Get out," *he growled.*
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Post by Loki on Dec 10, 2007 14:07:15 GMT -5
*Loke found it best to run away. This man was serious. Loke limped out of the operahouse and disappeared in the night.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:11:10 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby curbed his impulse to run after the man in favor of bending next to Malefica. There was some weird green fire around her that didn't burn; but she was hurt and the fire was dying down. He touched her shoulder.*
"Hey. Wake up."
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 14:14:29 GMT -5
*Malefica laid unconscious on the floor. Her dress was torn, her hair had fallen down, reaching her to her ankles. Her face was white, and her forehead was bleeding. The flames usually surrounding her had almost disappeared.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:17:18 GMT -5
*Cry-baby ripped off his undershirt--already stained red with his own blood--and pressed it to Malefica's wound. He felt the roiling heat of battle subside under his need to keep it together for now. His wound could wait.*
"Yo. Wake up now, alright?"
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Post by Malefica on Dec 10, 2007 14:20:51 GMT -5
*Malefica doesn't respond. She just lies there, pale, not breething.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Dec 10, 2007 14:25:26 GMT -5
*Damn. What was he supposed to do? She wasn't waking up. She wasn't... human, either. He was out of his depth.*
"Someone help me!"
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