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maybe that's okay for now but someday;
I can't say I'm exactly pleased with how the day is going.
Pick two numbers, (Between 1 and 22) and in return I will reply with a drabble with those two characters, in return, you must do this on your own journal. Do not look under the cut at a sneak peak of those characters.
1. Dante
2. Lloyd
3. Shawn
4. Trish
5. Dean
6. Bobby
7. Sam
8. Bumblebee
9. Sam
10. Lady
11. Jayne
12. Church
13. Seth
14. Mikaela
15. Colette
16. Zelos
17. Gus
18. Nero
19. Cortana
20. Gokuu
21. Gojyo
22. Vergil
My motorcycle has been rendered hilariously useless. More details when I don't feel like laugh!crying about them.
Pick two numbers, (Between 1 and 22) and in return I will reply with a drabble with those two characters, in return, you must do this on your own journal. Do not look under the cut at a sneak peak of those characters.
1. Dante
2. Lloyd
3. Shawn
4. Trish
5. Dean
6. Bobby
7. Sam
8. Bumblebee
9. Sam
10. Lady
11. Jayne
12. Church
13. Seth
14. Mikaela
15. Colette
16. Zelos
17. Gus
18. Nero
19. Cortana
20. Gokuu
21. Gojyo
22. Vergil
My motorcycle has been rendered hilariously useless. More details when I don't feel like laugh!crying about them.
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Dean Winchester and Colette Brunel
The girl nodded eagerly. “Yes, but I don’t have the wings all the time. They only come out when—”
“And you’re an angel,” Dean continued, scratching the back of his head.
Colette shuffled her feet and looked down at the ground. “I’m… sorry, I just…”
He winced. “Nah, really, it’s okay.” He reached out to give her a pat on the shoulder. “We’re only after the nasty guys, you know, use their powers to eat people or something, and you…”
Her eyes widened. “I would never—”
“Exactly. Cute girl like you? You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He realized his hand was still on her shoulder, and it was starting to get awkward, so he pulled it back. “But I won’t say that’s not pretty crazy. Freakin’ angels…”
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Bobby Singer and Trish
“That’s a Devil’s Trap you’re standing in.”
Bobby circled the demon warily, but the woman didn’t seem concerned—she looked at her black nail polish, and made no move to grab either of the guns she had strapped to her. “I know,” she said. “I’m just wondering what you plan to do next.”
“Next?” Bobby stopped pacing. “Next I’m going to exorcise you straight back to hell, you—”
“Mm,” the demon said. “That won’t work.”
Bobby already had the book open, a solid block of Latin was staring straight up at him. “Nice try,” he said. He glanced down, used his finger to find the beginning of the spell—then he looked up. “And why won’t it?”
“Because I’m not possessing anyone,” the demon continued. Her tone was still casual, and Bobby knew demons lied, but she didn’t seem remotely worried. “All you’ll do is waste your breath and your time and when you get to the end of it we’ll both look stupid.”
“I could leave you,” he countered. It wasn’t that he believed her; it was the fact that she was making a stupid argument if she just wanted to save her skin. “You’re not going anywhere, and there’s plenty other ways—”
“It just so happens I’m late for an appointment,” she interrupted, airily. “And my date doesn’t take being stood up very well.”
“He’s going to be disappointed.”
“He doesn’t take that well, either.”
Bobby considered. On the one hand, the boys were on their way, they’d be here in a couple hours and brining the Colt with them. They could take care of this mess. And on the other hand, this demon hadn’t actually been killing anyone. Matter of fact, it almost looked like she’d been helping, and if Ruby was any kind of indication…
“Well?” The demon crossed her arms. “Are we moving this thing along?”
Bobby raised the spellbook. “We’ll see what happens,” he said. “Soon as I’m done with this.”
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DUDE, ICON. WHAT THE HELL.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT
DO I?
YEAH, YOU DO
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Sam Witwicky and Seth Gecko
Seth didn’t bother asking the kid to move; he just reached out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and then shoved him away. All the kid seemed capable of doing was standing in front of the boarded window, waving his arms around, ignoring the clawed hand creeping through the slats, inches away from his face.
Being pushed around—even getting his life saved—didn’t stop the kid’s mouth. “I said what was that thing that—”
“That’s a vampire,” Seth answered. The lock wasn’t going to hold, not for long—Seth had never tried painting a cross for a barricade, but it looked like now was the day to try it. Maybe they could line the entrance with holy water. “I’ll bet you’ve seen them in the movies.”
The kid stared at him. “No, man, my life is like a movie—this is like—“
“Hold this.”
Without waiting for an answer, Seth tossed the kid his gun. The vampire’s hand was groping blindly—it wasn’t hard for Seth to grab it and drag the whole fucking thing through the rotten boards and into the room. It fell onto the floor with a shriek. The kid was screaming, too.
“Miss me?” Seth asked, yanking one of the broken boards off the wall. He didn’t wait for an answer—he just plunged his makeshift weapon into the vampire’s chest, pointy end first.
The thing stopped writhing almost immediately. Then it burst into flames.
“… This is like a really bad movie.”
Seth chuckled, it was almost involuntary. He dropped the stake, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “More are on their way.”
The kid swallowed. “What can I do? To help?”
“Now that’s an attitude I like.” He grabbed the gun out of the kid’s shaking hands, and shoved it into his belt. “Follow me, kid, and I promise I’ll do my very best to keep you alive. Just listen up, and shut up. Got it?”
The kid was staring at the charred remains so hard, Seth wasn’t even sure he was listening. Then, “Yeah.” He nodded. “I got it.”
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Lloyd Irving and Vergil
“Say that after you won.” Lloyd raised his swords. Okay, so the first time this guy had attacked he’d moved so quick that Lloyd hadn’t even know what happened, but he’d managed to block everything except for that one cut on his arm—and that barely counted. It didn’t even hurt.
This time he’d be ready.
But instead of outright charging, the guy resheathed his sword. He took a few steps around the clearing, his fancy blue coat flapping behind him as he did it.
Lloyd let his weapons drop a fraction. “Are you quitting?”
“You’re not particularly educated, are you?”
Lloyd blinked. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“If you had any training in the martial arts, you’d know that doing this—” He held his sheathed sword at his waist. “—would allow me to do this.” And then he disappeared.
Lloyd frowned. “Huh?”
If he’d been fast before, Lloyd didn’t even know the word for it, now. It was all he could do to bring his swords up in time, and then spin around to block the attack coming from behind him, and then duck and jump—holy crap, they were strong, stronger than Lloyd would’ve thought possible, and they seemed to go on forever.
If I was still human, I’d be dead already.
“Still alive?” the man said, suddenly standing across the clearing. He flicked his sword hand, and then sheathed the blade. “You’re more of a challenge than I expected.”
Lloyd grinned, ignoring how heavy his breaths were coming. “When I kick your ass… will you teach me how to do that?”
The man shorted, his grip on his sword tightened, and he dropped into a fighting stance. “We’ll see.”
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I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA REGRET THIS IN THE LONG RUN
YOU JUST MIGHT
I mean. Will do!
*PROMPTLY DIES TO SAVE THE SUFFERING*
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So how about 12 and 7, AND I DID NOT CHEAT.