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Oh, man, that was totally awesome. Veti and boss man really showed Gabe what'swhat.

Perhaps he'll stop overcompensating? Don't count on it

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Thanks. I've been told that you might find something to play off of there.

I personally don't think I could, but if anyone could, it'd be you.

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And there's my post.

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Gabriel bit his bottom lip as the truck rushed up the dirt path leading up the shallow hill toward the frightening peak. The child-like angel tapped the rubber wheel under his palms and hummed some ubiquitous tune. He fumbled with the ancient radio a little, found that it worked, and, like the child he was, set to finding a channel. Never mind that he would be back in the battle of his life-so-far, and not to mention for the whole Veiled world, in moments. Some American rock-a-billie chattered up for a moment then lent way to white noise. Opera, French, Gabriel noted with interest, then British punk. And there it stayed.

The beat-up hunk-a-junk jumped onto the wide platue where all the mess was happening. The hi-beams from the car slid over the broken darkness of shattered rocks and foliage, and settled on two figures in the distance. It was, Gabriel could discern, the white wolf from earlier, advancing on a battered Atticus, the quiet leader of these rabble-rousers. The truck skittered into a comfortable turn and then sped across the lumpy overgrowth beating for the white wolf. Gabriel poked his head out of the window as he measured the space between himself and the werewolf, between the werewolf and Atticus, between Atticus and himself. A wrench on the seat next to the angel provided the only tool he’d need. He wedged the wrench between the acceleration and stop peddles, keeping the car in motion. An instant later, the British punk rock blaring from the windows, Gabriel noticed his time had come, only a few moments are allotted for this action, otherwise he would miss the wolf, or hit Atticus. Gabriel opened the drivers-side door, set himself at the edge of the seat, hand still controlling the truck, and then essentially stood outside of the truck. When he noticed the opportunity, Gabriel launched himself from the truck onto the rough grass, rolling onto his back. The truck collided, just as Gabriel calculated into the white-haired mass. Gabe laid on the ground for a moment, hand on his head; that poor Irish woman would be quite annoyed with him for what he’d just done. He thought of her and smiled.

The Arch Angel stood from where he laid and glanced over at Atticus, he unsheathed his holy sword, held it over his head, “I’ve gotcha, Boss!” he said, waving the sword like a plaything. In another moment, just as he had before, Gabe rushed off. He was going toward where the truck had led the werewolf, there was no doubt that the monstrous thing was still alive; unless Fords are made out of silver, Gabe thought. He rushed past Atticus, giving a slight nod as he did, and down the other side of the hill where the truck had careened. His shirt was completely tattered, utterly useless, so he removed it, and tossed it aside. “So long”, he commented, feeling the wind rush against his bare skin, cooling the scars on his back which once housed flourished wings.

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Lillian Thorne said
Yet there is neither blue, turquoise nor purple in your set...

Yeah, hu! In the bottom right corner.

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LimeyPanda said
I've always been a fan of purple, personally.

It is the royal color. or somethin'

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Lillian Thorne said
Red!!!! *swoons*

It's like the opposite of a bull with this one^

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Lillian Thorne said
What are you talking about? I have always been this crazy for red. I wore nothing but red and black for over a year! My bangs are currently blood-red too! There is no help for me.

You looked in the hider...

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Lillian Thorne said
I never minded the black writing, I never had trouble reading it. But sometimes the red was hard to read. Mind you, the fault lay in the gray background, never the red. Red is always faultless

Yet, I couldn't imagine it any other way. I've always liked the guild layout.

And, Lillian, I'm a little shocked that you've taken a turn for the crazy-cat-lady concerning red while I've been gone.

Don

Should we have, like, some kinda intervention, guys? She clearly needs help

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Lillian Thorne said
Possibly, I dunno. I just always approve of anything red. It's always better in red.

Aint that the truth. You don't have to tell me twice.

And do I have to remind you of that awkward phase I went through of writing all my dialogue in red (it was made even worse with the use of black letters everywhere else).