The Last Daughter of Krypton OOC

I'm going to spank you for that.

:: faux innocently :: The wrath of gods has changed since I was a wee lass.

(This one time, I just narrowly avoided getting turned into a pillar of salt.)

Corporal punishment, then, ennit?

You should be careful, when you're spanking people, to not capsize the boat in which you traverse the primordial waters of Night. Fair warning.

S'cold. :: grins! ::
 
:: faux innocently :: The wrath of gods has changed since I was a wee lass.

(This one time, I just narrowly avoided getting turned into a pillar of salt.)

Corporal punishment, then, ennit?

You should be careful, when you're spanking people, to not capsize the boat in which you traverse the primordial waters of Night. Fair warning.

S'cold. :: grins! ::


The Barge of a Thousand Years doesn't capsize. It just gets overloaded, sometimes.
 
Kate is nice enough, but a wet Kate is..well...

"..the stuff that dreams are made of".

Wet dreams, dare I say.

Even if she is a vampire. Even if.

Not that I would know anything about vampires....;)
 
For some reason AmenRa, I don't believe you about that one.

Can't put my finger on it, but I say...tisk tisk.
 
Which reminds me, I think I might restart a thread of mine that never really got off the ground. It involves a female vampire that is captured by a small military group, and as they deal with the abnormal and what-have-you, they manage to give the vampire back her soul. She begins working for them, combating other demons and w/e

Anyone somewhat interested?
 
Which reminds me, I think I might restart a thread of mine that never really got off the ground. It involves a female vampire that is captured by a small military group, and as they deal with the abnormal and what-have-you, they manage to give the vampire back her soul. She begins working for them, combating other demons and w/e

Anyone somewhat interested?

I'm in.

What role would you have me play?
 
I'm in.

What role would you have me play?

Well, there thread is already up, entitled Rise of Souls.

It seems there's already one baddie on the list, so you have the option of playing either another vampire, a soldier, or what-have-you. Actually I was thinking of playing a Vampire Slayer, and could use a watcher =)
 
I'm going to go check it out.

A watcher, huh....

...sounds fun!
 
Man I just can't find the energy or creativity to get anything done =/

Somewhere on this miserable planet... is my talent.
 
Man I just can't find the energy or creativity to get anything done =/

Somewhere on this miserable planet... is my talent.

:: blink blink blink :: Tears' talent is missing? This is. This is a Defcon Four!

:: she whips her head around, bellowing at the top of her lungs :: BART! DEFCON FOUR!

:: a split-second later, a red blur rips the air, and a slender young lad with dangerous spiky blond hair wearing a red hoodie and blue jeans screeches to a halt next to Chas :: "'Ey, cara mia. What's your damage?"

:: all business, Chas slaps Bart on the shoulder :: I need you to scour the globe for Tears' talent.

:: Bart makes a face like he's just been asked to dig graves for corpsified folk :: "Say what? Dammit, I got stuff to do. You wanna burrito from Meh-hee-co, I'm your homeboy, you want Lex Luthor's Rolex, I'm your watchman. But c'mon, Chas!"

:: Chas pokes him in the chest with her finger, brooking no sprocking grife from this nass-head :: Look, Bart, if you don't do this for all of us right now, I will make sure-- make damn certain --that if (if!) you ever get worked into this storyline, the first time you open your motormouth to lay the sexually-harrassing mack down on Chloe, she will whup your scrawny lightspeed butt so hard you'll see a flash of light and wake up in The 31st Century. Are we transp, Allen? Hm?

:: this time, Bart makes a face like someone's just kicked his puppy Dox :: "We ain't opaque, Nicollette." :: and, with another blur like there's a tear in the world, he's gone... ::

:: Chas dusts her hands off, and waits :: Got this under control, people.

:: ...ten seconds later, he comes back, panting, shaking his head, holding a stitch in his side :: "No good. No good. I can't find it... it ain't nowhere." :: he pauses, though, as he looks at Tears, and his face brightens considerably... ::

:: ...he walks up to her and gazes into her eyes for a moment, and shakes his head :: "You sent me on a wild goose chase for nothing, Chas. It's been here. It's been here all along." :: he tosses off a rakish wink, takes her hands in his :: "It's in you, Kim. It ain't gone. Trust me, I know a good thing when I see it. And take it from me? Sometimes you just gotta take it slow. Comprende? You just take it slow, it'll come to you." :: Bart lifts Tears' hands to his mouth, one-by-one, and kisses the back of both those hands... :: "See ya in a couple seasons, dollface. Aight?"

:: and then with a whoosh and a sonic boom, he's off and racing the wind... ::

:: Chas arches her eyebrows at his passing, and shakes her head, goodnaturedly dubious :: That tears it. I'm going blonde. Does anyone have any bleach?
 
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