Nightshift 20, Outside Room F1

[lustful_thing]

Lust ignored the intercom for the most part. She was tired, her body drained and in need of rest. When the damned radio began spewing nonsense, she finally roused herself from bed. She retrieved her blades and slipped them on, realizing she had no plan whatsoever. She rarely did, but at least she generally had someone to meet up with. Not

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[numberii]

"And I'm not. But I'm probably gonna die anyway, because none of you scoobies could kill a Chosen if he was blind and helpless. You think you could have won if you'd tried, dude? Lemme tell you about the Chosen." He turned around to jab his finger at Luxord and give his war stories enlighten the Neophyte as to his position, his eye narrowed in disgust.

"Back in the day, we didn't have good guys like me to swoop in and save the day like III and me keep doing now. We had our talents and we used 'em, and all of this backbiting about traitors and Time and gosh-knows-what-else wasn't even heard of. We got things done and we worked together, which is something you haven't really learned, have you? I remember what happened the last time we bothered the Huns for their Heartless, and everything else too

[numberii]

He was not a freak, he just preferred things with a little spice to them. If Luxord couldn't handle the heat, he should really stop handling the burner. And he really should admit that his 'worst friends' were also his only friends. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Wait wait wait! That's my arm! Hands off the merchandise, duuuuuuuuuuuude!"

No one could scream wail express bloody murder quite like Xigbar could, as the horrible mental image of molesting cards and clock hands and gosh knew what else filled his mind.

He was too old to bottom to a Neophyte. And his stupid toys. x_;

[clockmongler]

[Dragging II over here]