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Post by Slingshot on Feb 25, 2012 16:49:46 GMT -5
Rubble sprays against Seraph's back, battering her. One particularly big piece clips the side of her head- amid her red hair and the red dye, it's hard to see the blood now flowing.
"Slag!"
The glow around Seraph's arms snuffs out. Her head jerks back and forth between Mordred on the roof and the collapsed building- Slingshot wants her to chase, but her instincts say she needs to protect and rescue as many people as she can.
She drops to the ground and runs towards the collapsed building, vaulting into the air over it to survey and make out a plan of attack. Her head keeps darting back to Mordred, fearful of the dark knight doing even worse.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 25, 2012 17:06:23 GMT -5
Mordred appears to be perfectly content to flee, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. There will be other days to knock down buildings and inflict untold harm and suffering upon the innocents of this town.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 25, 2012 22:25:07 GMT -5
Xavier settles on the back of the scooter, and can't help but grin as he realizes just what getting a scooter ride home will entail. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so quick to made fun of Pierce's mode of transportation.
He quirks an eyebrow at Pierce. Surely Mr. I-Don't-Shake-Hands hadn't planned for this.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 27, 2012 1:38:08 GMT -5
Pierce did not plan this at all and if anyone accused him of it, he would likely freak out. In fact, he’d be doing that right about now if there wasn’t a building collapsing nearby. As is, he just snatches the bike helmet off the handlebar and puts it on before seating himself in front of Xavier and starting the scooter up.
“Please hold on,” he says, voicing bleeding just a biiiit of nervousness as he gets them the hell out of dodge. Now the scoot may not be a particularly manly vehicle but as far as speed is concerned, it’s still a heckuva lot better than running.
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Post by Slingshot on Feb 27, 2012 11:40:26 GMT -5
Seraph... does super-hero things like help with rescue work and deliver her statement and try not to collapse bleeding on anyone.
Out of thread.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 27, 2012 20:25:12 GMT -5
"Of course," Xavier says, sounding entirely too pleased with himself for someone fleeing from a building-collapsing fight. Obediently, he slides his arms around Pierce's waist - and damn is the man thin under all that coat! His fingers would practically touch if he wrapped his hands around Pierce's bare middle, he thinks - grabbing onto his own wrists to keep himself locked in place.
Is this more personal contact than is necessary? Surely not!
Helmetless, the wind of their passage rushes in his ears and blows back his curls, and he grins, feeling, for this one remarkable moment, incredibly carefree.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 28, 2012 14:36:16 GMT -5
Xavier probably heard the squeaky little ‘hgnh!’ noise after he wraps his arm around the man. Too much touching! Waaay too much! The proper etiquette was awkwardly placing your hand on the driver’s waist!
It was a good thing he had his helmet on because the neon red blush he has at the moment could probably be seen miles away.
OOC: Wrap?
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Feb 28, 2012 16:17:31 GMT -5
Just hands on Pierce's waist wouldn't hold Xavier on very well at! Truly this is all in the name of safety. It's also totally in the name of safety when Xavier rests his head against Pierce's back after relaying the directions to the house he's staying at. Totally.
As he watches the city stream by to their right, Xavier decides he'll ask for Pierce's number when they get to his place.
OOC: Let it wrap! Also, PM for you!
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