Fuck if I care, that's not my job or entitlement. I refuse to let a damned highblood act like he's got any power with a fucking blood color. Especially if it leads to pompous assery.
How ironic that statement was.
Fuck if I care, that's not my job or entitlement. I refuse to let a damned highblood act like he's got any power with a fucking blood color. Especially if it leads to pompous assery.
How ironic that statement was.
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"....."
"Tell me, lawbender. How many thieveries have you witnessed this Greenblood commit? And where are they threatening the establishment? Last time I checked, the establishment was quite protected from such events."
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The Postwoman taps Xorbil on the shoulder.
"Xorb', wha'zz go'n' on? Th's pl'ce looks r'nsack'd..."
the FACT that SHE was CARRYING a COUCH has SEVERAL implications, AND they HAVE been CONSISTANTLY violent SINCE the MOMENT they GOT here, I am PROTECTING the PEACE
He turns to the brownblood.
i REFUSE to DROP this ARGUMENT until I can RETRIEVE my WEAPON
listen you you need to stop you-
Xorbil is distracted by P.F. He supposes the greenblood has it under control.
oh hi p.f.
He hugs her in greeting, his smile returning.
the greenbloods sylladex exploded and i was telling the purpleblood off for being rude towards her
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Unfortunatly Krsnik had the forsight to bring along spares. He takes out another stake and takes another stab at his bleeding leg.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
AAAAAAHHH!
+HE PA!N KEEPS H!M OU+!
+HE PA!N KEEPS H!M OU+!
+HE PA!N KEEPS H!M OU+!
+HE PA!N KEEPS H!M OU+!
+HE PA!N KEEPS H!M OU+!
+HE PA!N KEEPS H!M OU+!
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Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to equalize you. Taking a syringe out of the medical pack, Rhys dipped it into a container filled with morphine, taking it out before plunging the needle inside of Krsnik's left leg, being careful to avoid the wound and hit a vein that traveled upwards.
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Selvi snaps out of being shithive, and smiles.
$$ Exactly what I'm fuckin' saying. Power ain't measured by blood, it's measured by streng--- Hold on. $$
Overhearing the brownblooded Sheriff's conversation, she shouts at him,
$$ First off, you fuckin' prick, I BOUGHT that. My hive was lookin' a little lonely, and I thought I could do some fuckin' interior decoration, got it? The only reason I was violent was because you pulled out your fuckin' gun and started shootin' everywhere. K, thanks. $$
Turning back to Azazel, she says,
$$ I forget what the fuck I was sayin'. $$
""Tehehehe..."
"You make jumps, lawbender. I was carrying several jars of blood, as you can see..." She sweeps her hand over the table. "Yet that could mean I was a doctor or a scientist, and yet people will assume murderer."
She points at Selvi. "She was carrying a couch. Who is to say she did not buy it? Who is to say she did not take it for repairs?"
She grins a little, giggling again. ""Tehehehe... And second of all, violent? VIOLENT? I will name the most violent person in this group at the moment. YOU."
A few seconds later, Selvi confirms this.
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P.F. seems pretty confused, listening in. She hugs Xorbil, then enters the convo.
"You, br'wnblood. I don't s' ur off'c'al gov'rnm'nt 'ns'gnia, wh'r's 't Sh'r'ff?"
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Dorgaea stares for awhile.
thee beeaauuty...my thee iindeescriibaablee eexpreessiioon...thee peerfeectiioon....
Dorgaea is now babbling about the painting.
i HAVE to BE violent TO prevent VIOLENCE, fight FIRE with FIRE! i USED my WEAPON as A threat, I did NOT intend TO use IT until YOU became VIOLENT
For once, I meet someone who isn't an absolute tool about things. You and I are going to get along just fine, I do believe.
Hearing the ramblings of the lowerblood just irritated Azazel.
Can I disarm him? Cause I can easily disarm him.
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keep it that way, you're a pretty cool guy and i'd hate for you to be ruined by the arrogance highbloods have.
"{%}{Dis is gedden us nowhere...}{%}"
"{%}{Ey belds!}{%}{Ere, haf a drink.}{%}" Metty hands him a suspiciously golden fluid. Mell what have you unleashed.
Abioye lands on the floor kinda awkwardly.
"H£h£h£h£, what£v£r you $ay, lowblood. I'd lik£ to $££ you try and tak£ m£ out."
He picks himself up off the floor, using his cane to steady himself. He starts to grin wildly, showing off his sharklike teeth.
"You r£ady, lowblood? I'll l£t you throw th£ fir$t punch. If you can £v£n hit m£, that i$."
Clearly, he doesn't know what he's getting into.
Aeolya hiding under a table, blames herself.
imsuchanidiotimsuchanidiotimsuchanidiotimsuchanidi ot
those WERE just WARNING shots
He chugs down the drink without even thinking in the slightest.
Since the drink is described as "removing inhibitions", maybe it wasn't the best thing to give him.
You should be pretty glad he doesn't have his gun right now, that's all I'm saying.
Oh, how Zamic loves all of the happenings in this cafe! They are all quite entertaining to watch! But he should probably talk to someone instead of enjoying the show.
He will talk to someone soon. He'll only enjoy it for a little while long- Oh forget it. He's going to just keep watching these shenanigans.
Jezron quickly turns to the purpleblood picking a fight. "Ekzcuze me zir, but I can't help but notice jou're complaining about a knife that completely and utterly mizzed you. Hovv do I knovv?"
He walks up and unveils the ant's dead body.
"My luzuz iz hovv I knovv, fool."
Abioye would find the tip of a saber close to his throat.
I know. I did NOT just hear. Someone threaten. A colleague. Did I? I hope. I just SO HOPE. I DID NOT. Azazel growled, not even looking at Abioye, now showing his irritability for all to see.
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The drink is also described as POWERFUL APHRODISIAC. In Metty''s opinion, there's no problem that can't be solved with a little love.
Speaking of which, she sidles up to Abioye and hands him a mug. "{%}{Ere's a liddle somding da gif ya sdrenf sir.}{%}{Nod dad ya need id da pummel her.}{%}" It's ALSO filled with the golden fluid.
The Sheriff was quickly becoming disorientated with the amount of justice that needed to be dispensed and the drink.
SIR, do NOT decapitate THE highblood
He takes off his hat, revealing his odd horns again and uses it as a fan
HOO, is IT just ME or IS it GETTING hot IN here?
"...Sleep, bigot. Your blood is safe for today." She clocks him on the head with the heavy metal box of blood jars, in the hope it will knock him out.those WERE just WARNING shots