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*Suddenly, Nataro falls in through the ceiling*
Oof... *stands up* well that was fun. So, hi all! |
Well lady all I can tell you is that he's dangerous when he hunts in packs. Packs of himself. Don't ask, it's somehow possible to have a pack of one harbl.
*spins yo-yo a few more times then gets bored and throws it at FD to see what'll happen* |
*Fd opens a small portal in front of him. the yoyo is swallowed up, and spit out of another portal which happens to be behind nemesis' head*
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KADINO HAS DECLARED
A STATE OF -MARTIAL PANTS- IN TRI-LINKS CAFE I am in complete control of this machine. SUBMIT! |
wow. this place has died and gone to stupidland. somebody post!
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Sarith walks in and looks around "is anyone here?..."
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Only myself and an extreme lack of pants!
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Sweet I'm not wearing any pants either!
Skips around pantless. |
Tarsis walks in and follows the body of Silver Rogue as she runs in front of him in the course of her prancing around pantless.
"Ah, so I'm here at happy hour." |
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Sarith just stares. "but... your a moogle, you never wear pants..." he lookes to Rouge. "woah..." |
Tarsis walks over to Kadino and Sarith to make an attempt to join their coversation. "So, I suppose we're having a pantless night at the pub, eh?"
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Sarith shakes his head. "I just came in... i dont know whats going on..."
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"Well, I guess I'm in the same boat as you are." He looks down at Kadino, the short little Moogle. "I guess you know what's going on, you seem to be the master of ceremonies here."
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Does a cartwheel but crashes into a whole load of glass bottles
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Sarith runs over to help her up. "are you okay?..."
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Muttering to herself, Riki slams the door to the cafe shut behind her. Today, her attire was in slightly better shape than last time she frequented the cafe. A dark green tshirt runs smoothly with the dark khaki pants, which are belted with a nondescript black belt. Plain brown boots finish up her attire. On her wrist, a couple braclets glitter weakly in the light and a watch ticks steadily. Around her neck, a pewter dragon claw clutches a small orb. The orb was the most interesting of Riki's possessions, as the colors inside the orb ever shift and change, pushing against the sides as though trying to find a way out.
Distracted by her own thoughts, she coldly ignores the rest of the occupants. She glances around quickly before settling on a spot. Near the one window, three armchairs form a circle around a small table. Apperciating the quiet and privacy of the spot, Riki chooses the chair that faces away from the door, and thus the main distractions of the cafe. Lost in her own thoughts, she gazes out the window without seeing. |
((Serious posting ahead, sorry to infringe after the whole zaniness vs seriousness debate, but there wasn't any need to make a new thread for this or use the arena. Ignore if you like, it won't take long. KayladyIloveyoubuhbye.))
Moments later the front door to Tri-Links is slowly opened for something that rushes into the cafe in an obvious hurry, stopping near the chairs by the window. Quickly glancing at the open doorway and the chair before him, he lunges for the arms of the chair. He lifts it, Riki and all, into the air and hurls it out the door of Tri-Links, before bolting after them and slamming the door shut on his way out. "Aren't I lucky to have found you just when I needed your help!" |
Riki lands hard, rolling in an oddly summersault fashion. The chair lands partially on top her, bringing a sharp curse. Pushing the chair away, Riki stands back up, ignoring the various brusies and scratches that sting her body. Her right hand gingerly touches her back where the chair smacked into. Riki's brown hair falls free from the elastic band holding it back and falls into her eyes that blaze with anger. "What the fuck do you want, you foul excuse for a demon?"
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Legion seems amused by the insult, "And what manner of Demon are you, besides disgraceful? I'm here for information. You meant something to Hayate in the Megiddo incident, he must of told you something about him. You're going to tell me everything he told you."
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Riki seems surprised. "I'm not a demon, asshole. And why should I tell you anything about Hayate?"
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Legion snickers and throws off his poncho, revealing his hands, which are glowing a very bright red, "Because then I'll find out anyway, after biting off an arm or two like I did to your kid."
Legion smirks, "Though besides finding out what's in that fragile little skull of yours, you'd be a waste to add to us." |
If looks could kill, Legion would be dead a few times over. Glaring at him in utter loathing, Riki lowers her voice to a menacing level. "If you ever touch Rose again, I'll murder you." The rage look pasts and Riki resumes a more calm state. Her necklace orb changes to a deep red. "But I disgress. You want information about Hayate, do you? And why is that?" Her voice is light and casual, even friendly.
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Legion giggles to himself, "If everyone who said they'd kill me followed through on it, I'd be dead a thousand times over by now, sweetie."
The Demon takes on a feminine, Southern accent, "I'd just ever so much like to learn about Mister Hayate's past, as I find the whole thing ever so fascinating." Legion clasps his hands together dreamily, and looks skyward. |
She carefully ignores his sarcasm. "To what end, Legion? Don't give me any of your shit, either."
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"I do declare, Miss Rikali! There's no need to be so rude to me," Legion clears his throat, taking on his regular tone. "Know thy enemy, now, I'm getting bored with this."
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Riki seems unfazed by his threats. "It's a shame that you've come to the wrong place. There's no information to part to you about Hayate. As in, I know nothing." The orb pulses a mix of blues and purples.
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Legion giggles again, covering his face with his hand, dragging it down, "Now now, there's no reason to lie."
Snarling Legion ducks low and rushes Riki as he thrusts his hand forward to rip into her leg. |
I demand a reparations for your obscene display of pants.
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Riki lifts her leg and kicks Legion in the face as he charges for her. Smiling quietly, she turns and lets his momentum carry him past her. She doesn't attack him again, but stands and waits quietly for him. "You're wasting your time."
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Legion throws himself forward and crashes into the ground claws first. He digs into the earth and throws himself backwards, twisting in the to face Riki again. He grins, his eyes resembling that of a shark's, and slashes at her again as he passes.
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She smoothly steps back, catching only the tip of the claws. The orb at her neck now pulsates with reds and yellows, violently trying to find their way out. "You'd be better off leaving Hayate alone."
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I demand that all pants be removed or destroyed before further action from either party.
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A figure stands several thousand feet away, atop a lone cliff top, his gaze watching the two fighters, the wind picking up slghtly as he does, then whifting away. his arms crossed and cloak covering his body, there is no doubt that he holds a sence of power to him, not by the look on his face, or in his eyes or any sort of armor he was wearing... but it was as if he glowed with power...
The wind took another light turn, breazing through the trees towards the battle. It really was interesting... |
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Legion lands on his hands and flips forward to his feet, turning around to face Riki. He dusts himself off and tilts his head, "I think you're worrying about the wrong person, Riki-girl." Fists clenched, the red glow subsides as slivers of green light move down his arms and into his hands. |
*Kara shows up, pulls out some kettle korn, and munches on it*
Woohoo... this is going to get really interesting, methinks... |
She shrugs, resigned and accepting. "You can't win. I'm not guided by emotion anymore, Legion. I can think and act clearly, without emotional barriers in my way. I can't feel pain. I don't know exhaustion. All of those emotions," Riki pulls up her necklace "Are trapped in this orb. You won't win." She wasn't boasting, just flatly stating the fact.
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Legion looks at Riki, then the orb, and back at the girl again, "You're taking all the fun out of this. Fine."
Legion flicks his left wrist forward to put a spin of the orb, which fans out into a long blade rotating like a propeller. Smashing the second orb into it sends a flurry of smaller beams at Riki, followed by the spinning blade. The Demon crouches and leaps above the attack, plummiting toward Riki. |
Riki takes a risk in ignorning the orbs and fan, concentrating on fending off the Demon. The energy attacks smack into her, bringing a grunt but not too much else. She leaps up, meeting Legion's attack head on. Slamming her knees into his stomach, she shoves on his shoulders, so he falls back with her landing on top.
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Dust scatters as Legion hits the ground, and the fan fades away. He sneers at Riki, grimacing at the blow to the stomach. "N-now that was a cheap shot!" The Demon's face reshapes into something more snout-like and turns to leftRiki's arm, bitting at her wrist.
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Riki punches him in the side of the face as his teeth sink into her wrist. From far away, she can feel her life blood beat under his fangs and she can feel the excrutiating pain. She punches him again, suddenly realizing the foolishness of not being armed with a sharp blade. Groping about, she finds a stick, and starts to pound it into Legion's head. "Let go, you flea bitten vermin."
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Yanking his head to the side Legion rips himself away, his face returning to it's human-esque form. Blood covering his face, he grins despite being battered with a stick, "Hee, your brat tasted better."
Legion slams his elbows into the earth, making the ground split and collapse enough for him and Riki to fall. He slithers away and tries to put some distance between them before continuing the fight. |
Riki stumbles and starts to fall. Her eyes narrow in anger at the mention of Legion's attack on her daughter, and she throws the stick much like a spear, hoping to nail him in the back of his head. Loosing her balance, she falls backwards. Her ankle gets jammed between two dislodged rocks, trapping her. The earth's quakes pelt her with smaller rocks, leaving welts and brusies dotting her body. The orb pulses white and red, and Riki doesn't flinch. When the shaking stops, she concentrates on trying to wrench her ankle free before Legion takes notice of it.
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Twisting to the side he avoids the stick, which still creates a gash in his cheek. Crawling out of the crater, he dust himself of rocks and dirt, looking down at Riki, "Oh did I hit a nerve? You shouldn't care. Two Abbis and a Siren did more parenting of that child than you, afterall."
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Riki wrenches her ankle free, ignoring the swollen purple bruises that immeditatly spring up. A small ball of lightning forms in her palm. A flare of it lashes out at Legion, increasing in its volciety ((sp, I know, screw you.)) as it gets closer. She snarls a curse at him and throws the ball into the air.
The ball explodes, raining down thousands of shards of lightning that all seem to be magentically attracted to Legion. |
Rubbling beneath Legion's feet is followed by the ground bellow him rising up, shielding him from all but the first volley of shards. Sneering, he kicks the block of earth at Riki and follows behind it.
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Riki sends a blast of lightning through the rock, shattering it. She follows behind hers, meeting Legion head-on again. Dodging under a peice of rock falling down, she moves to ram her head into Legion's stomach.
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The Demon snarls at coughs as Riki's head smashes into his stomach. With a roar he holds his fists together and brings it down on her back as he falls backwards.
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She drops without a sound. Stars burst in front of her eyes and her vision dims. A wave of dizziness strikes Riki as she fights to stay concious. "Damn you." Fighting it back, she unsteadily climbs to her feet, steadfastedly ignoring the stars and blackening images. With a grunt, she falls back to her knees.
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Clutching his stomach, Legion knees Riki in the face to throw her to the ground, "That's about enough of that, wouldn't you say?" Legion moves his hand from his stomach, taking in a deep breath, "It's about time you told me what I want to know, Rikali."
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The figure, still nwatching the fight shakes his head. "he didnt like this..." within moments, he had materialized several feat away, watching the fight ensue, not speaking or caring to have his presence known.
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Pax mutely meanders into the building, digits hidden in his tawny robes. With amber eyes averted from that which struggles 'round the building, he situates himself in a seat situated astride to the counter and, trying to render himself as nondescript as possible, takes to idly fidgeting with a crystalline glass 'tween his fingertips.
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Continuing his drink at the bar, Tarsis slowly scans the room. Yup, he thinks to himself, this is the place. For good ol' times. I'll have to come back by here often.
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Fear rises bitterly in Rikali's throat. This was a fear that her orb had no power over controlling. Memories, dark and terrifying, make themselves known when she thought she had them long buried. Riki shudders and moves into a seated crouch. The terror-filled image was worse than the physical blow. For right now, Riki was exposed to emotion. She looks up at Legion and blanches, fear clearly sketched on her face.
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Normally Legion would use his new found advantage to capitalize on Riki's fear, whatever it was, and drag this on for a little bit. However, considering that the cafe was known to occasionally possess patrons of notable fighting talent that weren't entirely apathetic, this wasn't really the best place to have a little fun. Besides, it seemed that the Demon had abandoned his typical personality after the fight began. Gone was the smug look of superiority, the obnoxious shark-grin, and the sadistic childish sense of humor. For one reason or another, Legion was taking this matter seriously.
Grabbing a handfull of her hair, he rips Riki up from her seat and holds her heard to the side. With his right hand he holds her throat, fingernails closer to claws positioned uncomfortably close to Riki's left carotid artery, "Don't think by cutting this I'm not going to get that information out of you. What's that orb for? Keeping your feelings nice and safe? Yeah, that won't do shit for you in here. Care to know what being a part of me is like? Naked in a blinding light with thousands of eyes locked on your pitiful form. You will never be alone, you will never be able to keep your thoughts to yourself. I will know everything, we will know everything. So, one way or another, you're going to tell me everything Hayate told you." Legion flicks his head back, removing the hair that was previously hiding his face. Closing his eyes for a moment, his lips curl into a smile as his eyes flutter open with a new found sense of joy, "You have five seconds to start talking, Riki-girl." |
A sigh comes from the stranger. "leave the girl alone..." he walks out slowly, his grean eyes giving off a sort of eaire glow. "please... "
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Riki's soul shudders and recoils. The orbs rather simple enchantment is faced with a plauge of emotions that it couldn't begin to entrap. It pulses a blinding blue for a second, then shatters.
Tears run down Riki's face. She chokes them back and looks Legion in the eye. "Hayate's real name is Aesir Vanas. He was born a really long time ago - even before you existed, fuckface. When he was a kid, his home got invaded...they killed everyone. He sw...swore to get revenge. His best friend at the time...wanted to stop him. He cut him down where he stood. In short, he failed and died. A god of Chaos made turned him into a tool. He became a messanger...one wing light, one wing dark. He killed a lot of people...thousands. He became known as Hayate-Gale. After a while...he...regained humanity. And he seeks to end the existence of the being that turned Aesir into Hayate. Across his back..."I am Hermes. I become tamed by devouring my own wings." It's a tattoo." Sobbing, Riki hangs her head, no longer caring what became of her. She had told her love's enemy everything Hayate had entrusted for her to hold secert. Despair washes over Riki, leaving her eyes dulled and breathing shallow. |
A smirk suddenly becomes a cheshire grin. A snicker, than a chortle, than full blown laughter. He doesn't hear the man demanding that Riki not be harmed, he couldn't even hear her crying anymore. His left hand slides away from her hair, held to his face. Throwing his head back, Legion continues. It wasn't done to mock her pitiful state, to salt the wounds, it was a pure, blissful laugh of joy. Legion had succeeded. For a few moments, in his own demented way, the Demon was genuinely content, trully happy. What he lived for: 'Schadenfreude.'
Recovering from his bout of ecstasy, Legion smiles at Riki, beaming, "Now that's a good girl! That was almost good enough for me to let you go! Really! I mean it!" Legion lowers himself, his face to her ear. His tone is void of his previous joy, venemously loathful, "But all those hits to the stomach really pissed me off." Legion shoves the girl away, letting the side of her throat drag across his hand, cutting deep into her neck. He whirls around to face the stranger who was speaking earlier, raising his hands into the air, "She's all yours!" |
She chokes, gags, stumbling backwards. Her hands reach up to her throat, trying to stop her life. It leaks out through her fingers. "Hayate...Rose...I'm sorry." Collasping to the ground, Riki's life fades in the next few moments, becoming a red stain on the ground.
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The figure shakes his head. "Legion... as troublesom as ever..." he walks up to legion and shakes his head. "what information was so crusial for you to harm this girl like that?..." his grean eyes glimmer as he stares at the demon, then looks to the girl and back again.
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Legion examines his blood covered hand, begins licking the blood off, and holds it up to examine his cleaned nails, "Oh boo-hoo, I was going to kill her anyway. Gaaaawd. You people are so friggin' touchy."
Holding his hands behind his chest, he tilts his head to the side, "It's not like anyone cares. Well, I accomplished all I wanted. Tootles!" Legion gives an over-exaggerated wave, bashes his head a few times into an imaginary wall, and disappears into his poncho, which floats aimlessly in the wind. |
The figure stands there shakes his head then looks down to the girl. "I'm sorry..."
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As the floating poncho fell gently to the ground, the doors of the Cafe opened. In came a man wearing a large overcoat, with mittens and a scarf concealing most of his face. He looked like a homeless person in the winter, except it was the middle of summer, suggesting that he was probably hiding something. What parts were visible on his body, were hairless, and red, as if he was infected with some disease of the skin; however, his skin looked rough, and old.
He moved slowly through the Cafe, finally coming to a stop in front of the body. He looked down, scanning the body carelessly before swooping down to pick it up. For a man who looked of old age and showed signs of weakness at first, he picked the body up surprisingly quick and without much visible effort. He also didn't attempt to avoid the large amounts of blood which was now all over his overcoat. The Cleaner then walked silently out of the Cafe, without having even stopped to take in the surroundings, or register the looks on the faces of the people inside. |
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Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh
That was 5 weeks pent up frustration of no htloz. Not that I particularly cared at the time but now I'm home its nice to be back on here. Kad I missed your furry white butt. |
Yes, it is quite addicting. I sometimes have problems keeping myself from it.
Coincidentally, I don't think there's been a post in here during the time in question, something that I don't double-post to remedy. |
Shame on you all for not keeping this place active. It deserves to be a hive of bohemian hedonism. And I still don't even really know what those two words mean, let alone if they gel.
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If not hedonism, it shall be filled with bohemian rhapsody.
And as a fact, I understand the Nemmy knows what that means. And to bring in more customers, I'm offering a whole bucket of Macksnouts to with every Full Size Drink purchased (hard only). |
Uh Kad, I kinda... ate all the macksnouts, and the ones I couldn't manage I stuffed down my pants and walked around with them for 3 weeks.
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Aww... Someone likes snouts! (snout-shaped cookies if you get the reference!)
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Well regardless of special snouty offers i'm buggering off again tomorrow morning so do keep TLC full of happy inane babble as long as possible. Maybe we'll actually get round to getting some form of net connection and a network going in our student house, if not, see you in five weeks.
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I would just like to say that I approve of the Pokey referrence on page 18.
That said, there is not nearly enough booze in this establishment. |
Hmm, I don't see one on page eighteen... though you might not be using default post-per-page.
Though, to rectify your latter statement:  Cheers! |
Comes through the door and takes a seat at a table after grabbing some water.
"Eg...gonna be a crappy night." |
The link to that picture of the cafe no longer works. Someone just use K-Chan and re-upload. PLANS MAY BE UNDERWAY FOR SOMETHING.
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I feel nauseous...
Which is a good sign! |
I need to remember not to casually link you guys to that.
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PARUMPAAATEETUM
*a fanfare of trumpets raise in respect as Nem walks back in through the door, the players then get bored and decide to viciously beat him with their instruments untill he hands over the promised sum of money* Ok I've been at Uni for the last 3 months and over that whole time theres no new zelda stuff. I'm going to sit in here and sulk untill I see some results. |
You're welcome to do whatever you want in here as long as you're not inclined to violate me.
Oh, and don't sing... the clarion squawk shall revive the Mack from his slumber. |
I can't access that link :P
And I can't not sing, it's like I was born to sing, badly. Especially Christmas Carols. Deck the halls with bows of Holly tralalalala lalalala Tis the season to be jolly tralalalala lalalala |
Eeee! *giddy smile and a bounce* I haven't been to Tri-Link's Cafe in years! I'm back! ^_^
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I hereby declare this day a holiday!
No man shall pass me un-beveraged! *Covers the nearby Mack with a generous shot from the soda fountain* |
Holy macaroni, this place isn't dead. I rejoice.
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Rejoy at will, as long as you keep the company fresh.
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Pi pika pi, pi pika chu. Kachu, chu pi pi pi. Pi pik pika pi. Pi pika, pi pi.
Pi pikachu pika. Kachu kapika pi. "Pika?" |
Pika's dead jim.
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He's a doctor, not a poke-nurse damnit!
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I killed pikachu. With my feet.
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Pika pi, pika pi pi?
(Translation: Who do you think you are, Chuck Norris?) |
Norris wouldn't even take the time to kill you with feet, he'd delegate it to his clone army.
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OMG THERE HE IS!
*In through the door, like a...Chuck from hell, came Chuck Norris. Blinding light flashed in horrible rays behind him as he stood in the doorway, his silhouette an awesome outline of manliness. He stepped in, the door closing and shutting out the light, his features now visable. An old blind begger in the corner of the room screamed as he clutched his eyes after Chuck spit on him.* Old man: "May the heaven's preserve me! I can see!" *the old man got up and tripped, bumping into Chuck. Chuck glared at him with only one eye, and the old cripple burst into flames and ran screaming from the room, managing to save himself by jumping into the pool, although he couldn't swim.* *Chuck looked around the room somemore, and a random asian ninja came out of nowhere and tried to attack him. Chuck blocked the ninja's trained move, then gave him a swift roundhouse kick that sent the ninja's head flying.* |
PIIIKA PI PIKAAAAAAAAAAA! *pi pi pi*
(Translation: Oh shit....*pees self* |
*a certain figure, someone who's name who has been long forgotten to HTLOZ, wanders into the cafe. She smirks, dressed in corsette and kimono-like skirt, and her hair as blue as ever. Along with that, she wields.... glowsticks.*
Hello everyone! The AL is back! |
CHUCK NORRIS THEN KICKS HER FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! SOMEONE MUST USE A PHOENIX DOWN!
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*Chuck Norris glares at Pikachu*
"Nobody but Chuck makes Chuck kill people." *Chuck reaches forward faster than anyone can see and grabs Pikachu, then tosses him into the air and roundhouse kicks him like a baseball.* |
*blinks, then, feeling unloved, goes into her corner... and pretends to be all emo and such.*
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"Just stay out of Chuck's way and you won't get roundhouse kicked," Chuck said, crossing his arms. His muscles bulged and pulsed with power. Suddenly, a group of robed bearded men crashed through the ceiling, baring their tulwars and posing dramatically. The first one charged and swung his sword, the blade hitting Chuck square on the arm. But it didn't cut him, instead the sword broke to pieces, the bearded guy gaping in astonishment. Chuck roundhouse kicked him, sending the man crashing through a window. The other men all attack at once, swinging their swords while Chuck blocked them with his fingers. One man exploded from the sheer awesomeness of Chuck's abilities, and the other two were roundhouse kicked so hard they merged together, creating a four armed, four legged monster that wandered off and drowned in the pool.
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But he has not roundhoused at all!
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OMG! Forgive me Chuck, please don't roundhouse me!
*bows down* |
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