Colonel Silver | Dragonball | Open to allnameunrelatedMay 20 2011, 00:05:08 UTC
[Silver was use to being wrenched unceremoniously in terrible directions, but usually it wasn't literally. He stopped walking and looked at his wrist. And he saw, just beneath his thick brown glove, a ribbon. A red ribbon. His eyes widened, his lungs tightened, he made a ridiculous stutter swallowing gasp. He tore at it, he bit it, he shot it. And the bullet bounced off. It bounced off.]
[Don't worry, Allen's got it covered. He looks up from yet another failed attempt at snipping the thread with Crown Clown, miffed by how resilient everything seems to be lately, then tugs a smile on.]
Suppose we could've been stuck with worse. This doesn't look too― Complicated.
Because I'm horriblebloodyscoreMay 20 2011, 03:30:35 UTC
[ksldhg What is this silly red string on his wrist and why can't he get the damn thing to break. A vampire's strength shouldn't be hindered by things like this! It wasn't silver!
O-oh. Wait. That was a new smell. It was familiar like Chomesuke's, a bit of death, oil, despair... But human. Pe-peering out from under the cowl of his cloak.]
[There's another cloaked figure kneeling several feet away from Allen, all but renting at the string tied to his ankle. What on Earth is this absurdity, and why can't his akuma-enhanced strength break it when something human should have sufficed. He glances in Allen's direction, pausing when he catches a glimpse of white hair.]
[Allen blinks in surprise - mostly because he's...never seen a fellow with a hairstyle like that a-and blue to boot - from the title. What else would Madarao smell like? Paper and ink? Blueberries to match his hair~?
Frowning gently as he straightens, gold eyes be flashing under there.] My name is Allen, not..."honored disciple". [Pauses] It's not "sprout" either.
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What the hell!?
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Well.
And now the string will simply not come off. Oh dear.]
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Suppose we could've been stuck with worse. This doesn't look too― Complicated.
[Clearly knows nothing of this folklore, Mister.]
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O-oh. Wait. That was a new smell. It was familiar like Chomesuke's, a bit of death, oil, despair... But human. Pe-peering out from under the cowl of his cloak.]
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Honoured... [so. much. doubt.] ...Disciple?
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Frowning gently as he straightens, gold eyes be flashing under there.] My name is Allen, not..."honored disciple". [Pauses] It's not "sprout" either.
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...Aw, crap - it sucks to be stuck.]
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