Raxacoricofallapatorius

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You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

Oh, skittles!

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I just need, like, two of you fuckers for my spamfic

Reboot - Prized Bride

<Snipped quote by Raxacoricofallapatorius>

And you some how didn't realize this before? :P

@ClocktowerEchos

I knew it from the beginning but, being that I am a rational human being, it's hard to imagine being so out of it. Just take it as a compliment, I don't know if I could portray a character as so utterly insane as Edoric.

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Tyrai Hellsong

As she reclaimed her seat, Tyrai felt a pair of eyes boring into her. She let her gaze sweep over the room without turning her head, and while she couldn't be certain she was fairly confident in guessing the one so interested was a mysterious masked man. Praeth. The name swirled around in her head, but that's all it was: a name, there was nothing else she knew about the man. Her gaze lingered on him but her face remained expressionless. It was barely a minute before everything happened at once.

Edoric burst in, fool that he was, and made a good show of insanity. Krone relayed the declaration of war. Prince Rynek decided to reveal himself to the rest of them. The wench next to her even decided now would be a good time to throw a fit and knock her place setting on the floor. The entire room erupted in an excited chatter. Many guards and servants were suddenly sent on errands, Torin's being no exception, and some patrons even got up and left altogether. Through the storm of excitement, Lady Hellsong calmly sipped mead and daintily placed savory bites of whatever happened to be on her plate into her mouth. She probably had the best table manners among everyone in this room, Drakken men didn't care for proper dining techniques and their brides, well, most of them were too shaken up to worry about that kind of thing. Tyrai was the very image of perfection in the midst of chaos, and while she was only a woman it gave her a certain aura of control.

After Rynek announced himself, she couldn't help but steal glances at him every now and again. He seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum, and sat sulking in his chair like a scolded child. It was rather amusing to see someone of his standing acting so immaturely. She let a condescending smile play briefly across her lips before plucking up a juicy red grape and popping it in her mouth. Now he was looking at her. She pretended not to notice while contemplating her next move, then it occurred to her, so simple: The room was quite warm with all the people and excitement. She reached up and undid the clasp around her neck that was holding the fur stole in place. It slid down to drape over the back of her chair, revealing her pale throat, shoulders, and a plunging neckline that Torin would scold her for. If he could see it, she thought to herself with some measure of amusement as she swept a hand beneath her golden curls, lifting them from the back of her neck momentarily to cool off.

Raising the goblet for another drink, she caught Rynek's eye and unabashedly held his gaze as she drained the cup. She set it down and hid a smile, looking away as if the Prince were only a temporary amusement that she'd quickly grown bored of. At that moment, a shockwave reverberated throughout the room, drawing all eyes to Praeth as he gave his little speech. Tyrai pondered his words for a moment, keeping her attention on him. He'd seemed more than casually interested in her a moment ago, and she made a show of being intrigued by his presence, wondering if he would look her way again.

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Edoric is really really bonkers. Like, really.

I know I'm stating the obvious.

But like.

He's a total nutcase.

Starfire

Everything was quiet all of a sudden, the waves had subsided. Either the pirates were occupied with other parts of the ship or they'd wised up and knew better than to confront the Andalite version of Rambo head on. He swung the P90 around to hang from his back and drew a pair of shredders, which were more accurate when picking off individual targets. Two pirates jumped out of an alcove to the side and behind him, thinking they could take him by surprise. Without turning his body, Deraen swung an arm around and vaporized them in one smooth movement. <Come on, pirate scum, is that the best you can do?>

As he made his way down the corridor, mechanically picking off pirates as they appeared, Deraen took it upon himself to seal the doors behind him as well as the ones that led to the part of the ship where the anchors were locked on. The bridge would be safe, the only way to reopen the doors in an emergency lockdown would be to get clearance codes from at least two authorized personnel, and those personnel were safely out of reach. By the time he'd crossed the breadth of the ship, he had reached the power centers. Bodies sprinkled with bullet holes littered the floor.

Just as he stepped into John's line of sight, holding a hand up palm-out to signal friendly intentions, the elevator dinged. <The bridge and front sector of the Alamo are secure,> he said, pulling out another plasma grenade while keeping one shredder leveled at the elevator, <Any word from Babylon? They must be under attack as well. If our fighters manage to dislodge the anchors from us I may return to my own ship and join them outside.>