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warforged2014-06-20 05:02 pm
oversleeps) wrote in warforged2014-06-20 05:02 pm
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( closed ) blessed are the vagrants;
who: Marduk & Apollo
what: idiot reunion
where: somewhere in the goddamn woods idk
when: near the end of May (shut up)
warnings: nothing not already implied by the characters present!
[ marduk has yet to return to the bronze sanctum, still. being dead has it's advantages, as far as wandering is concerned, even if he hates to admit it. the woods are quiet and, usually, peaceful enough as long as he stays away from anything resembling civilization; no complaints, really.
(and he's definitely, absolutely not lost. no, not even a little bit. this is entirely voluntary wandering. one hundred percent.)
(... ninety-nine percent.)
it's the smell of blood that catches his attention, then. that alone doesn't mean much-- forests have predators, and there's no fire or brimstone to accompany it. still, he follows the scent with caution, crouching slightly as he moves along only to find-- ]
You've got to be fucking kidding me! [ you'd say the same thing if you just discovered your best friend frolicking in the woods with a dead deer, alright. promise. ]
what: idiot reunion
where: somewhere in the goddamn woods idk
when: near the end of May (shut up)
warnings: nothing not already implied by the characters present!
[ marduk has yet to return to the bronze sanctum, still. being dead has it's advantages, as far as wandering is concerned, even if he hates to admit it. the woods are quiet and, usually, peaceful enough as long as he stays away from anything resembling civilization; no complaints, really.
(and he's definitely, absolutely not lost. no, not even a little bit. this is entirely voluntary wandering. one hundred percent.)
(... ninety-nine percent.)
it's the smell of blood that catches his attention, then. that alone doesn't mean much-- forests have predators, and there's no fire or brimstone to accompany it. still, he follows the scent with caution, crouching slightly as he moves along only to find-- ]
You've got to be fucking kidding me! [ you'd say the same thing if you just discovered your best friend frolicking in the woods with a dead deer, alright. promise. ]
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Yeah well, those elves are fuckin' determined! An' tough too, big muscled ladies with fuckin' firm lookin' asses they kept turned to us the whole fuckin' time they kept watch an' whatever. [ He's managed to avoid dicks, but apparently not asses. ] They nabbed me an' Metalhead an' made us sit around like assholes for ages!!