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concoursec2012-01-24 10:28 pm
tortileghostwriter) wrote in concoursec2012-01-24 10:28 pm
We're the unmended, the untended, cold soldiers of the shoe (open)
Character(s): David Lalonde, Rose Lalonde, and YOU
Location: ALL OVER THE GODDAMN PLACE
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed/Finished: Open-ish
Summary: Backdated to the 19th. Starting in the quad, a high-flying fight log with dark magic weapons between repressed purple prats. Going all over the place, people can either try to catch up with them to try breaking things up or just...see them go by. Some minor property damage, nothing too severe. Figure out organization yourselves, I don't know?
Will probably end in hideousness.
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David's venture to the quad was more of a rush than he cared to admit. The armor and sword came to him immediately thanks to his sylladex, the Lensing Aegis dropping neatly into his offhand.
"I trust you weren't kept waiting too long, dearest sister of mine." The words come out coolly despite the echo, facetious as ever. This was going to be fun.
Location: ALL OVER THE GODDAMN PLACE
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed/Finished: Open-ish
Summary: Backdated to the 19th. Starting in the quad, a high-flying fight log with dark magic weapons between repressed purple prats. Going all over the place, people can either try to catch up with them to try breaking things up or just...see them go by. Some minor property damage, nothing too severe. Figure out organization yourselves, I don't know?
Will probably end in hideousness.
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David's venture to the quad was more of a rush than he cared to admit. The armor and sword came to him immediately thanks to his sylladex, the Lensing Aegis dropping neatly into his offhand.
"I trust you weren't kept waiting too long, dearest sister of mine." The words come out coolly despite the echo, facetious as ever. This was going to be fun.
what she said.
Punishment? Fuck that. Who cares.
YYYEAAAAAAH ok haha NO. He's chopping straight through that bench, magic crackling along the length of the Spiral Stairmitar. Carrying himself along with the blade, he drops down in an overhead swing from the air.