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Post by bobbyd on Jun 23, 2011 23:40:34 GMT -5
Slade Wilson sat in his apartment drinking grape soda and wearing nothing but white boxers while watching tv. The news was on and there was a story about the cities most wanted. He laughed at most of the idiots for whatever crimes they committed. He took a swig of his soda and did a spit take when he saw his face on the screen. The news said he was being accused of gunning down a squad of police men. (Bullshit!) "I know right?!" He clicked off the tv and got up trying to change into his uniform, knowing that the police would probably show up at any moment. Not to mention what whackos saw the new cast.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 25, 2011 7:24:19 GMT -5
Michael Brooks was sitting in the church office, taking care of some last minute preparations for that Sunday's mass. He kept the small TV on his desk on for simple background noise, barely paying attention to what had been playing on the screen. He looked up for a moment to check the time when he caught site of Slade's face on the television screen. His eyes narrowed and he let a vampiric hiss escape his throat.
He got up quickly, running over to the large wardrobe and flinging the doors open, gathering his hunting gear. Slade still needed to face judgement for his sins, and Michael would be the one to do it. He grabbed a bag containing the Suit of Sorrows, just in case.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 25, 2011 10:54:37 GMT -5
"F@#& f&$* f&$% f%&$ f&$%!" said Wilson as he scrambled to get out of his apartment, grabbing his gear. (How are you doing that with your mouth?) "I don't know!" (I don't see why you are anyway. This IS an NC-17 board.) "Could we not do this now?!"
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 28, 2011 12:14:37 GMT -5
Michael patrolled the alleyways and streets, searching for both vampires and for the wanted Slade Wilson. He didn't care about the reward, what he did care about was finally having him atone for everything he had done. He had both his swords at the ready, ready for anyone to come to him and try something.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 28, 2011 13:14:07 GMT -5
Slade finally gathered his things and busted through his neighbor's apartment door. "Scuse me! Coming through!" he yelled as he ran toward the balcony and through the window. He crashed through and fell to the streets, landing face first his neck snapping. "ta-da....." he said as his body went limp and fell over before his body began to heal. "Today is just gonna suck, I can just tell." He rubbed the back of his head and looked up to see Azrael in the alley.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 28, 2011 14:46:58 GMT -5
Michael glared at Slade as the disfigured man healed up and came back to life right before his eyes. Clearly this was a man who had been forsaken by god if death refused to take him. He jumped in front of him, the flaming sword pointed at his head. "Don't. Move."
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 28, 2011 18:03:10 GMT -5
"Funny, I didn't think whatyoumacallit's watched the news." (Whatyoumacallit's?) "Well I don't exactly know what he is, now do I?" (Fair enough.)
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 28, 2011 19:07:37 GMT -5
"I'm a half vampire, you buffoon." Michael said, pulling out his stake firing shotgun and pointing it squarely at Slade's heart. "You're wanted by the authorities as well as God, so start talking, unless you want my sword to ask for you."
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 28, 2011 19:26:02 GMT -5
"Half vampire?" he said arching a brow. "Yeah right. And I made out with Tallest Silver." he said pushing away the shotgun from his chest. "Could you at least give me a chance to tell my side of the story?"
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 28, 2011 19:55:20 GMT -5
Michael continued to glare at Slade for a moment before finally letting up slightly. "Talk fast. My sword hungers for your sins." Michael growled, putting away the shotgun.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 28, 2011 20:12:47 GMT -5
"Think about it for a moment. I'm a guy who works for cash. Why would I shot up a bunch of cops? It's not my bag to get involved with the cops. Which is why I usually don't hurt innocents. Think about it. That night at the diner, I may have shot up the place but not a single civilian was harmed. All of them were out of there before you could say Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Which I bet you're into."
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 29, 2011 1:01:18 GMT -5
What Slade was saying made sense, but Michael couldn't help but be a bit skeptical. "How am I supposed to believe you? From what I've seen you can't keep a complete thought going, so how can I tell you aren't just jerking me around?" Michael demanded.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 29, 2011 2:00:24 GMT -5
"Look before the only thing that happened to me yesterday was when I got into it with you and Mr. Spandex. After he took me out, he ended up throwing me against a wall and snapping my neck. The cops showed up and didn't believe his story about the bar. He went to show them and the metas there kept the place hidden. Meanwhile, I went home and watched some lat night. If you don't believe me ask around. I'm fairly sure people will remember seeing me with the stuff I usually wear."
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 29, 2011 15:35:05 GMT -5
Michael thought hard for a moment about everything Deathpool was saying. Despite all his better judgement, he was actually believing everything the disfigured man was saying. "Fine. Despite all that has happened, I believe you. But why did you call out Dark Claw?"
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 29, 2011 17:21:56 GMT -5
"I was paid. Some furry in a trench coat. He said he needed him in the open. Don't see why though. He never showed up and I never got paid." he said with a hurm.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 29, 2011 17:50:35 GMT -5
"So our real target is the Hyena. You know what he looks like, and you're going to take me to him." Michael demanded.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 29, 2011 19:52:22 GMT -5
"And how are we supposed to find him genius? It's not exactly like I have the dude on speed dial." said Slade.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 30, 2011 15:41:35 GMT -5
Hyena was pretty hard to find, but with a little quick thinking, Michael had a plan. "You're going to draw him out. He loves any excuse to get into it with Dark Claw. So you're going to stage a repeat performance of our first meeting. Once Hyena is there, you help us take him out, or I'll chop you into so many pieces it'll take years to regenerate. Got it?" Michael hissed, jabbing the flaming sword against his torso, but not pushing it in.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 30, 2011 16:34:41 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan to me. But I have a few ideas of my own." he said, letting the wheels turn in his head.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 30, 2011 17:24:14 GMT -5
Michael grew suspicious of Deathpool's intentions. He pulled out his automatic pistol and pointed it at Slade's head once again. "Don't pull anything. As I said, you're in deep."
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