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Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

For a while, it seemed as though he would not put up any more of a fight. She was relentless in her attacks though, not allowing him to take a break. He had come to challenge her, and she was going to make him work hard for a victory. She had gotten her hopes up for nothing it seemed, or at leas that's what she thought. Hmm? She could have sworn she heard him muttering something. Almost instantly, her last swing was knocked aside, to her surprise. For once he seemed to catch her off guard, leaving her open for a moment. Seeing his attack approaching, she instinctively went to block it off with her blade. However, he had already gotten a few hits on her by then, namely on her arms and a bit of her left ear. It took her a while to catch the pattern in his attacks, managing to knock an attack aside and create some distance between them. Her expression held a faint sense of worry, but she was not out yet. She was surprised with his sudden barrage, and it got her injured even more. Yet even with her wounds she still managed to retain her beauty. It seems you've finally got some inspiration to fight. Show me the strength of the Minamiyori. Again the wind seemed to pick up around them, almost as if creating a barrier of some sort to lock them both inside. She raised her blade once more, but she did not approach him. Instead, she brought the blade down with a mighty swing, seemingly slashing at nothing. However, Nijo would get a hint by the way the grass parted. If he didn't move out in time, he'd be in a great deal of pain, though he wouldn't get any physical wounds.
Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

He had been so lost in the offensive, the fact that she had been falling back spurred him on even more as he pressed his attack. That blade a flurry, though with each swing of his blade his stamina was fading. Though he wouldn't let up...he couldn't. Drawing on reserves he didn't even know he had he pressed it further and further, unknown to him that wind picked up its pace. When she blocked his last attack and jumped back. Only to slash her sword at...nothing. He figured the battle was getting to her, perhaps something had happened to his vision, locked in a tunnel vision of his own rage, he didn't even see this attack for what it was as that mystical attack struck him full force. His grip on his blade loosening almost dropping it to the ground as he hit a knee. One hand to his chest as he gasped for breath, the pain wracking through his body was excruciating his nerves alight with a fire that seemed to cover his entire body. Sounds of pain escaped through gritted teeth as he pulled himself upright, slowly rising to his feet once more. Still feeling the effects of that attack, but he couldn't quit now. A staggering step, then another, slowly his body was coming back to him, the pain pushed aside in his mind somewhat to allow him to function, as that sword came back to his side, his pace picked up closing the distance at a sprint another feint with the sword as if to attack high, though in all reality he dropped low, his shoulder down aiming for her midsection. A tackle as it were.
Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

It was a truly interesting technique she used on rare occasions. As Nijo had just experienced, the pain was almost unbearable, though it would start to fade slowly. The real miracle about the technique was that it did not actually do bodily harm. In that time, she would normally go in for the kill. However, a demonstration wouldn't hurt, though for Nijo it did. She watched as he endured it, slowly staggering to his feet. She was surprised to see how quickly he had recovered. The pain was sure to be great still, though perhaps his determination had driven him. Slowly but surely he made his way towards her, and she expected a reckless assault with the way he was moving. As she expected, his swing high was quite easy to read, and she raised her blade to block. In turn, it left her completely open for him to take her to the ground. She let out a little grunt as she hit the ground, still holding onto her blade. Though it would be harder to use it effectively like this.
Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

Straddled her body a knee on either side of her abdomen, as one hand rose up as if to strike her right in the face, just a good solid punch. Though he couldn't follow through, instead he backed up off of her and adopted a fighting stance once more. Blade held at the ready, though he would wait for her to make her next move, wondering just what other tricks she had up her sleeve, and if that intense pain he had felt earlier had caused any internal damage he just wasn't aware of.
Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

The goddess had braced herself for a hit, seeing him raise up his arm as if to strike her with it. The blow never came, and instead he had gotten up off of her and gave her room before moving to a fighting stance. She slowly moved to her feet, brushing off a bit of dirt from the backside of her clothing. With another swing, she sent that invisible wave towards his legs. She was quick to pursue it, almost using it as a shield. Once she had gotten closer, she lept up over it, using the momentum of a front flip to bring her blade crashing down on him.
Thread: Oh My Goddess (Thanatos and I)

The wave he had just managed to avoid with a leap, with barely enough time to get that blade up in a sembelance of a defense from her skyward assault. Knocked to a knee, teeth clennched muscles in his body straining against her strength. Slowly, he rose back up to his feet, fatigue running rampant through his body, as he could feel himself fading fast though he refused to let her win, for one he just didn't want her too, the second reason was simple....he had no idea what would happen to him if he lost. So with their blades locked looking eye to eye. Just yield.
Thread: Little Red

The day was pleasantly warm, birds chirped happily from their many perches in the trees of the forest, flowers bloomed and the little creek babbled to her as she walked. who was she? little Red Riding Hood, she hated the nickname. her real name was Alice, but because of that damn present five or seven years ago she was usually only known as Red. she didn't even wear it anymore, in fact she completely avoided wearing red at all. she sighed a little and looked about the forest in her cute pale blue jean shorts, and her light blue top, that almost seamed to accent her bright hazel eyes and soft brown hair, and did much to bring color to her winter paled skin. she was beautiful, everyone knew it, even she knew it. she grinned a little to herself as she paused beside the path to pick a bundle of wild flowers for her grandmother, who lived deep in the woods and all alone. Red loved her dearly and would do anything to make her grandmother feel less lonely, and as such visited as often as once a week, sometimes more, with her home baked treats and pretty presents. that was where she was off to now, she hoped her grandma liked the new recipe, she'd added a special ingredient.
Thread: a Naughty Neighbor (HeartSummers and I)

Alexander walked by the neighborhood. It was a random day of the year, one of those that had a perfect climate and everything was green. He was bored as for a difference he actually had nothing to do. He had just finished his tests, and no projects or homework was due, it was odd really, he felt kind of weird walking around the neighborhood. The last time he had done so it was because his mom had sent him to buy something and he still didn't know how to drive back then, yet at the same time it was refreshing. Walking upon old curve he felt as a tsunami of old memories. He smiled now, taking this as a much more positive experience than just being extremely bored, and usually, positive things were followed by even more positive events. It's just that Alexander had no idea what was in store for him this evening. As he walked, he saw ahead the house of the neighbors he least knew. He had seen her around, and what a babe she was, but he had never talked to any of these neighbors, they were pretty new, and he rarely cared for his neighborhood other than today. He saw that the garage door was open, and a crazy humanitarian thought passed through his mind, he might as well introduce himself. He was bored, and what was the worst that could happen? He smiled and walked towards the opened garage walking confidently.
Thread: a Naughty Neighbor (HeartSummers and I)

Roxanne cursed at the large machine angry that she couldn't lift it inside her house door, If my damned husband was here than maybe I wouldn't have to be doing this, she growled kicking at the washer, her stilettos doing little damage to the machine. It had been four months since she had moved to this blasted down, and she had more bored than she ever thought possible. She was a trophy wife and for that reason she should be entertained and kept happy, not forced to do manual labor and ignored by her husband. Moving her manicured hand down her low riding belly shirt, she fixed her denim short shorts settling her hands upon her voluptuous hips she eyed the young man coming up her driveway. With a smile she took a minute to look over his body, he was handsome and strong, and by the looks of him as bored with life as she was. She felt her body heat a little at what they both could do to change that boredom, moving slowly towards him she smiled. Hello, she held out her hand, letting the tops of her breast show ever so nicely to him. How can I help you? she bite her full lips looking over his body noticeably while she waited for an answer.
Thread: a Naughty Neighbor (HeartSummers and I)

Alex walked up the drive way seeing her fight with the machine. From this far and her attire, he could see that she had a beauty that was rarely matched. It was the type of beauty that would probably blind any men that came up to him, but he had a mental barrier which his father had passed down to him, even if a women is as hot as your imagination could possibly create, remember she's still a person, and has no reason to be idolized other than in bed. After that, Alex had grown to be quite a ladies man, being a tease with them, making them have fun like they wanted, and sometimes even more. He laughed as he saw her mad, it was kind of cute in a way, but she seemed to see him coming into her house. She turned and walked towards him, he could not help but eye up and down her body, it sure was a treasure. He smiled back at her as she greeted him, Well hi there. He stretched his hand too to greet her politely, and couldn't help but eye the wonders she had set out for him to see, a sly smile curled from his lips, Matt would not be able to help himself to some flirting if she continued that attitude. Matt himself was quite handsome. He was a tall young man with a muscular build. He kept his black hair short in a buzz cut, and his clean free of any hairs. Right now he wore a tight white t-shirt that showed off his muscles quite nicely. Right along with a pair of khaki shorts and a pair of skating sneakers, it all went along quite nicely. His back was wider and his torso was thick, as for his biceps well trained and his legs too a pair of powerful muscles. He looked at her eyes with his green ones and said, Well... I think by the looks of it, it should be I asking that question. As he pointed at the washing machine.
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Oh Jon Lajoie, you silly bitch. videoyoutube And another. videoyoutube
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Old people burning, old people burning. Put your hands up. Old people burning, old people burning. Thats kind of messed up. A wise old man once told me, I am a wise old man, I am allowed to touch you in the bathing suit area
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Lol, that's what's up. If you're into that sort of thing, which I am.
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you're into old guys touching you in the bathing suit area? uses breath spray, slicks back hair
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I didn't knew narwhals had hair
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Shaddup, you!
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Interesting point.
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-Strokes his soulpatch thoughtfully- Indeed it is
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-Is impressed by the manliness of Redu's facial hair- Or is it?
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Manly? i doubt that, i just have it so i can scratch it and look 12 smarter than i already do, which isn't much
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Well being that I, as a woman, have none it seems quite manly to me.
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Thread: The Target    Policewoman&Flassche

Claire's head rose when she heard the sound of two short knocks on her door, pausing for a moment to push a blonde curl behind her ear before calling out for them to enter. The man that entered was a few years older than she, and he wore the lapel pins of a Deputy Chief. You know that kidnapping case you've been working on? He asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Yeah, I do. What about it? She replied, sitting up straight in the chair. A manila folder was thrown down onto her desk, sliding across the wooden surface, stopping next to her. She opened it, surprised to see a picture of a dead man. This man is the senator's brother. He was killed last night, by an unknown assassin. You may want to go take a look, we think it might have something to do with your case. Claire nodded, rising to her feet. Thank you, sir. I'll go take a look at it. She said, and he walked out of her office. Just under a half of an hour later, her black sedan pulled to a stop outside of the crime. A leg clothed in black slacks proceeded her body as Claire stepped out of the sedan. A white blouse covered her large chest, and a Glock 19 sat on her waistband in a paddle holster. A few inches forward, her badge was clipped to her belt. The detective approached the scene, tapping her badge when the uniformed officer glanced over at her. She nodded, and approached an officer with the pins of a sergeant to ask about the current situation.
Thread: The Target    Policewoman&Flassche

As the black sedan arrived at the scene, people started to back away. The news team was already rushing towards the vehicle, but where stopped by a few feet for tape and stationed policemen. The blonde woman gracefully stepped out of the black car as if she was royalty. Her blond curls danced behind her as she made her way towards the sergeant. The two exchanged words, the subject was obvious to anyone. Lance wanted to know more, who she is, what Intel did they have, could he be linked to the crime. His mind was racing, spinning out of control even. He calmed himself as he got back into character. The nave, yet enthusiastic, private investigator. He fixed his eyes upon their lips as he tried to guess what they were saying. He had good hearing, yet the commotion and sirens where blocking I all out. From her posture Lance could see she was important, or at least she thought she was. Her demeanor, the powerful yet alluring stride, her predatorily eyes that eyes the scene. She would be his ticked. He had to get close to her, make himself useful. Seduction would be hard, as she was quite a few years his senior. He examined her digits, yet found no ring. Either she kept it elsewhere, or she was fair game. He stared at her for a few more seconds before he turned around. He would need to find out who she is. Name, age, personality traits, where does she eat and sleep. A cellphone quickly appeared in his hand, his long fingers already working hard. Day Three.. Ah.. come one!! I spend all morning trying to get here, and you say.. sorry? The young investigator shook his head as he waved the folder above his head. Its like you dont want to solve this case. Dumb-a He mumbled the last word as he turned around. She had to be around here, yet he could not go looking for her, she would need to find him. He turned around again and slammed the folder on the table. Come on.. A judge gets wacked.. and you simply turn evidence away?. Bunch of donut eating obese!.. He stopped talking as he noticed he had drawn a crowd. A few police officers already where walking towards him. In mere seconds his ass would be introduced to either a jail, or the sidewalks. He clutched the folder he was holding tightly. It contained some financial papers, most of them discrimination the judge or tying him to underground connections.
Thread: The Target    Policewoman&Flassche

Not much of anything had been recovered from the crime scene, which was quite unsurprising to her. This was probably a skilled assassination, not an accident or some nutcase who believed that God had told them to do it. Another piece to the puzzle of the kidnapping, but someone had dropped the piece into their bowl of chips and thrown the chips in the garbage. Since the killing, she had poured over anything she could find about the judge, the senator, and their relationship, and she still had no suspects in mind, and not even a clear motive yet. She had found that they had a pretty good relationship, and were rather close. Some had suggested that the killing and kidnapping were unrelated, but somehow she doubted that. Claire was returning from an interview with a friend of the judge, but all the witness seemed to be interested in doing was staring at her ass, so it didn't turn up any leads. She could hear the commotion going on, apparently some guy was getting pissed, which happened pretty damn often here, so she didn't think much of it until the words 'judge' and 'killed'. Did this guy have some information on the case? Convenient, but she had once said that breakthroughs come when you least expect them. It was obvious that the uniforms weren't happy with the ruckus, they would probably end up throwing him in the cell for a few hours to shut him up, but Claire wanted to see if he did have it. She approached the crowd with her confident stride, and said in a firm tone. Back away, let me deal with him. The uniforms looked at her, slightly surprised, but she had the rank, and they knew better than to fuck with a superior, so they stopped advancing towards the man. I'm Deputy Investigator Claire Roland. You say you have evidence on the case of the killing of Judge Kingsly? She said to him, flashing her badge to the younger male. Because if you do, I may be able to help you with that.
Thread: The Target    Policewoman&Flassche

Giving one last sour look, Lance turned to face the woman. His faade almost cracked when he stared at her form. Much much more than he had anticipated. Sure he had seen her photographs, studied tapes of her movements, but facing her up close it was something else. Her eyes studied his own, as her lips parched to pronounce the words. Because if you do, I may be able to help you with that. His collected his thoughts as he reminded himself of his mission. Er.. yheah.. But I am looking for a detective.. He made a little show of him not realizing she was way above the others pay grade. Oh.. sorry even a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. Yes I do have information. It seems not everyone around here is eating donuts He gave one more sour look to the crowd behind him, before following Claire. The youth was led to a small room. Judging from the content that was on the desk, it was obviously hers. He clutched his folder with his left hand as he exchanged his right hand with hers.. Sorry for the mess I caused in the entrance. I I go annoyed because of the constant rejection. The young boy smiled gently as he spoke again. My name Is Lance. I have some information concerning the judge. He noticed the reaction it sparked in her eyes, she fixed her gaze upon his map. Ill freely give it to you, on the condition I can participate in this investigation He opened the folder and slid it across the desk towards her. At first glance it was nothing out of the ordinary. Small telephone notes, photographs of him standing near telephone posts, schedules for meeting. To the untrained person it was simply notes. Judging from her reaction, she was already fitting the final pieces together. The phone numbers matched that of the phone booths and his own cellphone. His schedules from work where always on the first of the month. At that exact time he would be seen withdrawing money from a personal account, delivering it to the same area the booth was in. The boy stared at her eyes. Her irises springing from left to right, almost dancing. Her mouth even twitched as she read the boys own notes. In the next couple of days she would no doubt do research on the boy. He had not given her his last name, but he knew she could find out quickly enough. The boy had hacked an alias for himself. Lancius James Block. It would state that he had tried to enlist in the police department, even doing well above average in the test, yet failing because of his hearing to his left ear. After that event the boy had joined a small investigating agency for a few weeks, before going solo. The boy would peek her interest yet still be a nuisance enough to not draw attention. Please tell me I you get it right?.. OR do I have to make yet another scene in here.
Thread: The Target    Policewoman&Flassche

A frown came over her lips when he remarked that he was looking for a detective, a frown which relaxed slightly when he apologized. She nodded once when he confirmed that she had information before turning and walking towards her office. When they reached the small rooms and walked into one, she pushed the door shut behind him. Claire was curious about what this guy had for this case, she hadn't found much, what had he found? That's fine, the patrols guys here seem to have an aversion to doing anything that isn't clearly outlined in the regulations, gets a little annoying sometimes. Claire remarked. Her eyes lingered on the folder, as if it would reveal its contents to her if she kept staring at it. She took a seat in the chair, placing her hands on the desk. You want to take part in the investigation? A bit stiff of a request, but if you have good info, I'd be fine with taking you on to give me a hand for this case. She said as she opened the folder, her eyes moving over the words. She was silent when she read it, taking in the information that filled the pages. After two minutes, she set down the folder, leaning back in her seat. Well, you certainly have good information here. Stuff my old man bosses wouldn't let me pursue. The detective said. As per your request, you can work with me on this case.