Vampire Rp 3: The resistance
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FalseBlade
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Luke does so and hits the apple. He hops up. "I almost did it!"
Damian starts cutting the tree again.
Damian starts cutting the tree again.
FalseBlade
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Damian gets up from the ground. He throws the butter knife away, "Screw this." He walks off without another word.
Luke tries to shoot the apple, again. Again he misses.
Luke tries to shoot the apple, again. Again he misses.
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"I can't believe you would do something like this, Aliah!"
In a small farmhouse in Memphis, Tennesee, a young demon couple seem to be arguing. Or atleast one is yelling profusely and the other is cowering in fear
"What are you talking about? I did nothing!"
"You mean to tell me my magazines just up and disappeared by themselves?"
"What on Hell on Earth would I be doing with your magazines, Hassan?"
"Woman, don't you talk to me in that tone. I seen you hangin' out with your quote on quote girlfriends talkin' and laughin'. You think I don't know what you be doin' behind closed doors?"
"Are you suggesting...?"
"YEAH I'M SUGGESTIN'! IT'S THE SAME REASON YOU TOOK MY MAGAZINES!"
"Hassan, lower your voice! You're going to wake the baby!"
"Oh ho! So you gon' steal my magazines and now you gon' tell me how to speak IN MY OWN HOUSE!? Woman, you've just called down death upon your head, girl!"
The irate demon got into a Muay Thai stance, but before he could do much more, the wickedly curved blade of a war scythe rose from the ground and cut him in half crotch to horn. The she demon didn't even have time to finish her suprised gasp before a pillar of expansive black energy surged forth out of the ground, completely destroying the farm and leaving a swirling pitch black void in it's place. Out of the vortex came a man, standing about 7 feet tall wearing an impeccable black suit with a pattern of wailing souls under a pristine white hooded trenchcoat. He had a stylish pair of sunglasses, white fingerless gloves and a peculiar looking scythe strapped on his back. He looked around before taking out some cricks in his neck and straightening his suit.
"So this is what happens when I take a little vacation, huh?"
In a small farmhouse in Memphis, Tennesee, a young demon couple seem to be arguing. Or atleast one is yelling profusely and the other is cowering in fear
"What are you talking about? I did nothing!"
"You mean to tell me my magazines just up and disappeared by themselves?"
"What on Hell on Earth would I be doing with your magazines, Hassan?"
"Woman, don't you talk to me in that tone. I seen you hangin' out with your quote on quote girlfriends talkin' and laughin'. You think I don't know what you be doin' behind closed doors?"
"Are you suggesting...?"
"YEAH I'M SUGGESTIN'! IT'S THE SAME REASON YOU TOOK MY MAGAZINES!"
"Hassan, lower your voice! You're going to wake the baby!"
"Oh ho! So you gon' steal my magazines and now you gon' tell me how to speak IN MY OWN HOUSE!? Woman, you've just called down death upon your head, girl!"
The irate demon got into a Muay Thai stance, but before he could do much more, the wickedly curved blade of a war scythe rose from the ground and cut him in half crotch to horn. The she demon didn't even have time to finish her suprised gasp before a pillar of expansive black energy surged forth out of the ground, completely destroying the farm and leaving a swirling pitch black void in it's place. Out of the vortex came a man, standing about 7 feet tall wearing an impeccable black suit with a pattern of wailing souls under a pristine white hooded trenchcoat. He had a stylish pair of sunglasses, white fingerless gloves and a peculiar looking scythe strapped on his back. He looked around before taking out some cricks in his neck and straightening his suit.
"So this is what happens when I take a little vacation, huh?"
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(...WHY MUST HIS NAME HAD BEEN HASSAN?! You make me sad!)
Korosu: *wakes up* Huh... I woulda swore I heard a chainsaw...