Enter the werewolf

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[ooc: Pre-MilliwaysA 7-foot werewolf flies through the doors of Milliways, crushing a couple chairs in the process. The beast is still for only a moment before it roars to its feet, drawing itself to its full height, ears twitching at the noise, nose sniffing at the air. It knows something is different, but not exactly what

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Windows 95 and Deadpool

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[95_tan]

The idea was a peaceful evening at the bar.

Big threatening wolf-man-things are NOT peaceful.

Windows 95's demeanor instantly flips from sweet to serious, the katana out in a blur of metal. She searches for an opening. Far be it from her to let a menace threaten HER new home.

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The werewolf catches a glimpse of light on metal as the sword is drawn and wheels around to find the source.

[95_tan]

Siezing the opportunity, she leaps, a tiny blur with several feet of steel. Her slash is aimed at the beast's midsection.

As another patron shouts that it's a friend, however, she pulls the attack back.

And lands directly in front of it, staring up at a beast nearly twice her size. Though her face is still stoic, a quiver of "oshi-" can be seen in her eyes.

[x_van_helsing_x]

The blade made a bit of contact and a paw swings through the air after the sword, striking the weilder with long sharp claws.

[95_tan]

She throws her arms up to shield herself. Pink fabric shreds and she goes flying into the wall. She manages to roll to a crouch as the katana skids under a booth.

Well, if she can't hurt it, she can try to distract it until someone else can help. Trying to ignore her arms' arguments that this is not a great thing to do, she runs to face the wolfman again, jogging in place a few feet in front of him.

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The werewolf is torn between the wizardess spinning spells and the small woman moving oddly.

[95_tan]

Noting the other person doing... something shiny (which, she's noticed, generally leads to useful things), 95 makes her move, darting in to lay a slap across the manbeast's face. It's stronger than would be expected from a small woman, but hardly worthy of anything beyond annoyance.

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The werewolf snarls at the small woman, slaps at her as she strikes its face, then charges off over that way somewhere.

Re: Windows 95 and Deadpool

[wadewilsonsdead]

Deadpool's walking across the room, inexplicably carrying a server's tray full of beer bottles, champagne flutes, fine china, and all other sorts of easily broken crockery.

It's almost like he's ASKING for a rampaging werewolf to charge into him and knock all that stuff onto the floor.

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[x_van_helsing_x]

And a rampaging werewolf obliges happily... okay, maybe not HAPPILY, but obliges none the same as it whirls around, fighting on all sides, a back leg flies out and trips the guy with the breakable stuff.

Re: Windows 95 and Deadpool

[wadewilsonsdead]

And Deadpool wobbles. The plates, bottles, glasses, porcelain bust of Elvis, hummel figurines and such teeter and totter precariously on the plate.

He frowns. "Hey, watch it, Lon Chaney! Don't make me go all silver bullet on your ass!"

Re: Windows 95 and Deadpool

[x_van_helsing_x]

The werewolf turns back on Deadpool at the yelling sound and slaps him hard with a giant paw - just because he can.

Re: Windows 95 and Deadpool

[wadewilsonsdead]

Oh man. The crockery, bottles, Collector Series Legends of the Avengers Plate Series, picture frames and teacups all clatter to the floor with a resounding crash. Brooooooken.

"You fur-covered son of a bitch."

And like *THAT* he's on Van Helsing with a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other.

Re: Windows 95 and Deadpool

[claire_hansen]

*Claire sees the knife out of the corner of her eye -- and the gun -- and whips out one end of her power bond like a whip, slapping them out of the owner's hands*

Hey! No permanent damage, y'hear! That's a person under all that fur!

Re: Windows 95 and Deadpool

[wadewilsonsdead]

The gun and the knife go flying, and Deadpool *stares*. "Do you KNOW how much those plates cost?" Mind you, he's still clinging to Van Helsing's back like a ...well, like a psychotic.

He grabs something off a nearby table. Dunno how it got there, but there it is.

The Silver Bullet.

He brings the six-pack of Coors Light up over Van Helsing's furry little head and brings it down.

Hard.

Sploosh.