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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 7, 2009 19:50:01 GMT -5
Double D heard him leave, deciding to talk to him about it later. He still had a personal obligation to help him, Wally, and Gantz, eventually, so he needed to calm the feelings between them for the future. But right now was not the time to worry over such things.
First... those close to him had to decide where to go from here.
"If it counts for anything..." he spoke eventually. "...I'm not going to let this information break me... it's what he would want, and the last thing I'd want to do is give him what he wants."
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 8, 2009 12:02:05 GMT -5
"Ugh. That was boring."
All eyes turned to Trump, halfway out of the window that overlooked the fire escape. His face was a portrait of pure boredom. "Man, I expected a bigger reaction then that! You guys are boring. And stupid."
Slung over Trump's shoulder was a duffel-bag, wriggling about madly. "Oh, well! I already got what I came for, and a souvenir, to boot!" Trump giggled madly. "Don't know what I'll do with it, though; personally, I hate babies."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 8, 2009 12:16:33 GMT -5
(oooohhhh dear. XD I'll wait for Felix for THIS reaction, he'll do it better than me XD)
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Post by Felix Falora on Dec 8, 2009 21:45:05 GMT -5
"BABIES?!" Felix turned his head to see if Marion was still with Double D, but didn't see her.
Masahiro had not even taken time to react; he had thrust out, slashing with his sword and moving past in a sort of high-speed movement before turning around and attemping to slash Trump's chest open before placing his sword point to Trump's neck. "Move... and die," he growled.
"That's my line!" Felix answered, pulling his sword out to cut the bag open so Marion could get out.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 8, 2009 23:00:34 GMT -5
Double D gawked at his suddenly empty hands. He turned and watched the other two angels engage with Trump, leaning in to catch Marion, holding her tight. He glared at Trump forcefully while the baby giggled in his arms in response to her perdicament.
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 9, 2009 7:32:06 GMT -5
"Move and die? That's a great deal!" Trump gawked with a playful grin. "Jeez! I'm not some pervert; I just wanted to play with her, is all." Trump giggled, taking a step forward and prodding his neck into Masahiro's blade-point.
"You're pretty fast, guy." He smirked, blood trickling out of the wound in his neck. "Too bad you can't outrun the Wizard." His smile growing, he pointed at Double D. His green eyes seemed to reflect some sort of deranged affection.
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Post by Felix Falora on Dec 9, 2009 10:33:38 GMT -5
"I don't need to," Masahiro said. "The Wizard... is not Edward."
"Hmmm?" Felix listened to Masahiro.
"Well... the Wizard may be Edward, but he is not our Edward. And we don't have to sit idly by and fall to his plots. Killing him will be of no consequence to our Edward and, when he dies, he cannot use our Edward and turn him into a monster. So the answer to stopping him isn't to outrun him... It's to slay him where he stands so that his plans won't come into fruition." He thrust his blade forward while Trump had come close to it, proving he had no hesitation to kill an evil opponent as it went through him. "Killing our Edward wouldn't solve a thing; there are other Edwards in other timelines and dimensions that the Wizard can use. Only by killing the Wizard can we guarantee safety... am I correct?"
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 9, 2009 12:10:24 GMT -5
"Meh. Sure, go ahead." Trump shrugged. He seemed oblivious to the sword-point. "God, you guys sound like greeting cards. You almost make me want to hurl. Almost."
Taking a step back, Trump rubbed his bleeding wound. "However..." he continued, "as for whether or not it'll guarantee your guys' safety, I'd have to say that'd a big. Fat. Nada." With a flick of his wrist, some of the blood on Trump's fingers was tossed onto Masahiro's face.
"Don't get me wrong. I hate the Wizard as much as you guys." Trump giggled. "It's just that I hate everything else, too."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 9, 2009 14:58:41 GMT -5
"Whatever! We're in enough danger on a daily basis as it is!" Eddy argued. "Whoever we can knock off the list would be at least SOME help."
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 11, 2009 14:16:49 GMT -5
Trump shrugged. "God; you know, you're just as stubborn as when I was a kid." He sighed. "If you really think busting into the Wizard's sanctuary'll be that easy, go ahead; you'd need a damned army, first."
With a grin, Trump took a step out of the fire escape. "Things are heating up, Double D; someone's come gunning for you." His smile-- the kind a cat gave a mouse-- wasn't exactly reassuring. "Plus, the Crawlers in the Dark are gathering their forces. Soon, this whole island will be a battlefield."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 11, 2009 14:39:09 GMT -5
Double D replied with a firm glare. "Go on then. Tell the Wizard I'm ready for whatever happens. We ALL are."
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 11, 2009 18:16:25 GMT -5
Trump chuckled, staring down at the floor. "I like you, Edd. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a brother... at least, the other you is." He suddenly looked up, and his eyes; his eyes were orbs that trapped pure evil and mania within them. Behind the green rings was a swirl of such wild emotion that it could be felt across the room.
"You won't die, Edd-- I'll promise you that. The others, though?" Trump giggled. "And that includes the Wizard. No such promise." He turned, about to leave-- however, a thought struck him on the way out.
"Oh. I almost forgot." He looked at Edd, a grin on his face. "I've got some intel, Double D-- just to help you out! Ain't you lucky?"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 11, 2009 18:25:33 GMT -5
Double D raised a brow, backing up so that he had friends at his side. "Intel? I will admit that you've intriqued me. Do tell."
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