[location: sanctuary lobby]taxspiceJune 28 2011, 02:06:32 UTC
From down the hall comes the unmistakable sound of hoof beats, and then appears a majestic white stallion whose wildness is only tamed by the press of its ridiculously handsome rider's epic thighs. Said rider is a vision of masculine manliness, and he sits tall and proud upon his stead's bare back, one fist planted against his left hip while his other arm is draped around a Stanley Cup-sized trophy.
Upon inspection it will be noted that the trophy is made of gold medals, and upon further inspection the medals are made of 24-karat gold stars. By the time this inspection is complete, it will be known that the shirtless man smells amazing.
"Hello citizens," the man/beautiful creature begin. His voice is like velvet drizzled with molten honey. "I've come to finally present you with this token of appreciation, and to liberate my esteemed colleagues."
[location: sanctuary lobby]slayersidekickJuly 1 2011, 17:32:47 UTC
What.
The guard witch is on her feet in an instant. This one is new and he will be a tougher alien to deal with. Still, Willow is more than prepared to do what she has to in order to make this whole capture thing work out.
"We don't want your trophies," she snaps, glaring at the new alien. "And you are not liberating anyone unless it's us from the city."
[location: sanctuary lobby]taxspiceJuly 3 2011, 12:30:24 UTC
"Jenny wanted a trophy," he pointed out. "As restitution for a certain very traumatic and very budget-decreasing event which was entirely Mayhem's fault."
You cause a zombie apocalypse once and people never let it go. Old Spice Guy dismounted with unnatural fluid grace, set the trophy on the floor, and gave Willow a dazzling smile.
[location: sanctuary lobby]slayersidekickJuly 5 2011, 17:56:06 UTC
"Then give her the trophy," Willow tells him, her jaw tensing. She's about to demonstrate how much of a not good idea pissing off a witch of her caliber is.
[location: sanctuary lobby]taxshakeyJuly 21 2011, 05:25:33 UTC
"Now now, kids, let's not fight."
Mayhem will take the blame for zombies and general atmosphere of barely-contained rage, but he wants out of this stupid ball. The Hamster, meanwhile, fidgets and wants exactly the same thing. He may or may not be wondering if wanting the same thing as Mayhem would qualify as a psychiatric condition.
"Will you two kiss and make up so we can go already?"
Upon inspection it will be noted that the trophy is made of gold medals, and upon further inspection the medals are made of 24-karat gold stars. By the time this inspection is complete, it will be known that the shirtless man smells amazing.
"Hello citizens," the man/beautiful creature begin. His voice is like velvet drizzled with molten honey. "I've come to finally present you with this token of appreciation, and to liberate my esteemed colleagues."
Behold: the alien your man could smell like.
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Mayhem just looks annoyed.
"About damn time. Do we all have to ride the same horse?"
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The guard witch is on her feet in an instant. This one is new and he will be a tougher alien to deal with. Still, Willow is more than prepared to do what she has to in order to make this whole capture thing work out.
"We don't want your trophies," she snaps, glaring at the new alien. "And you are not liberating anyone unless it's us from the city."
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You cause a zombie apocalypse once and people never let it go. Old Spice Guy dismounted with unnatural fluid grace, set the trophy on the floor, and gave Willow a dazzling smile.
"There, one promise kept."
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Mayhem will take the blame for zombies and general atmosphere of barely-contained rage, but he wants out of this stupid ball. The Hamster, meanwhile, fidgets and wants exactly the same thing. He may or may not be wondering if wanting the same thing as Mayhem would qualify as a psychiatric condition.
"Will you two kiss and make up so we can go already?"
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"No."
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