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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 12:40:17 GMT -5
"What does being gay have to do with it?" Colin asked.
"You seemed pretty eager a little while ago." Cassandra said. "What changed? Did your bluff just get called?"
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 13:24:43 GMT -5
Rensik elbowed Colin gently in the side. "That's hitting on, bud," he whispered.
"I was never in the mood to hit a girl!" Maxwell argued.
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 13:29:11 GMT -5
"Right... so should we just take care of the big guy while they do their thing?" Colin asked.
"Oh, right, so you were threatening me with your piddly little fireball just to make you look tough." Cassandra said.
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 14:50:25 GMT -5
"I wasn't threatening you," the knight seethed, "you overemotional, insecure little tart!"
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 15:18:03 GMT -5
"What did you call me!?" Cassandra screamed.
Colin dared to let out a yawn. "Are we done here yet?"
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 18:07:34 GMT -5
"What's wrong?" the Guardian retorted. "All that hair getting into your ears?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 21:00:07 GMT -5
"That's it..." Cassandra growled, immediately running at Maxwell and moving to tackle him to the ground.
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 21:33:06 GMT -5
Since they were both in full plate, Maxwell had the opportunity to do something he rarely got to in such an outfit. He stepped to the side, leaving his foot behind for her to trip over. As she went sprawling, he grinned back at her. "What's wrong, is it in your eyes now? Can't even see where you're going?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 22:20:31 GMT -5
Cassandra seethed as she slowly lifted her face up from the polished stone floor, her eyes narrowing in rage. She suddenly stopped and shivered, though, when she felt a cold draft. Wait... draft? The girl immediately looked behind her and turned more red than a tomato. The fall had made her skirt fly up, exposing herself to the entire chamber.
Colin coughed and covered his mouth, from Cassandra's perspective he looked like he was trying to avoid staring. However, that was precisely what he was doing. His hand somehow covered his ear to ear grin from his female counterpart, and only those near him could hear the quiet, ever cheerful "nice..." that he mumbled in satisfaction.
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 22:35:28 GMT -5
Maxwell gained a victorious grin as Lucas and Rensik politely - and actually - looked away. "And that is why you don't wear a skirt into battle."
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 22:39:31 GMT -5
Cassandra's eyes bore holes into Maxwell's head as she yanked her skirt back down. Almost yanking it too far, in fact. "Shut up. Just shut the hell up." She snapped angrily.
"I would've kept the skirt up..." Colin muttered. "Good distractive tactic..."
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 22:44:57 GMT -5
He offered her a hand up, still grinning in victory. "You're just sore because I keep proving you wrong."
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 22:49:33 GMT -5
Cassandra scowled, taking the hand and swiftly yanking to bring the knight down with her.
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 7, 2008 23:00:22 GMT -5
The dirty pull brought him down over her, but he caught himself with his hands so that he was propped up over her, his face etched with rage. "What are you thinking, you crazy little girl?" he demanded. "I tried to help you up and you yank me down?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Dec 7, 2008 23:08:43 GMT -5
"You started it!" Cassandra demanded, pushing up with all her might to try and roll over on top of the knight.
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