Haddyn: 200 years in the Future
It was your standard night of a slayer. There was patrolling. There was stabbing. There was lurks exploding into dust.
And just as Mel was taking out one particular tough lurk with a spinning kick she felt something in her world reel and twist.
There was a disturbance in... Well something.
It was as though a big dork was going beyond his normal level of dorkiness. To a dorkness of epic proportions.
"Jesu, Sokka," she muttered to herself as she smacked down another lurk, "What the hell are you doing now?"
And suddenly she turned to see a bunch of lurks. Dressed in rotting leather gear.
"SHAM-ON!" They all shouted pumping their fists in the air and doing some... ew. Pelvic thrusts.
Mel groaned. "I rutting hate this job."
[Establishy. Totally the ponytail boy's fault]
And just as Mel was taking out one particular tough lurk with a spinning kick she felt something in her world reel and twist.
There was a disturbance in... Well something.
It was as though a big dork was going beyond his normal level of dorkiness. To a dorkness of epic proportions.
"Jesu, Sokka," she muttered to herself as she smacked down another lurk, "What the hell are you doing now?"
And suddenly she turned to see a bunch of lurks. Dressed in rotting leather gear.
"SHAM-ON!" They all shouted pumping their fists in the air and doing some... ew. Pelvic thrusts.
Mel groaned. "I rutting hate this job."
[Establishy. Totally the ponytail boy's fault]