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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 11, 2015 23:29:34 GMT
"ugh. You're the dufus here. How about beef cake come take me on?then you can watch me beat the crap out of him."
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 12, 2015 14:36:12 GMT
"If you think that's how it's gonna work you're sorely mistaken. He'd have his unbreakable claws through your wing before you can scream like a shrilly young girl." Annie says, snorting.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 12, 2015 17:07:09 GMT
"learn bird anatomy. Wings are mostly feathers. Well, I guess I can go home then." he turned away from her and began to take off.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 12, 2015 20:59:21 GMT
"What the hell is your problem!?" She stands, red in the face. She rips one of her gloves off, throwing it to the ground, she grabs his shoulder with a gloved hand, and spins him around, her bare hand dangerously close to the bare skin of his throat. "You do not walk away from me. I know for a fact, you have bones in your wing, that's what broken wings classify as. Now, I order you to express your abilities, not in hand to hand combat, but rather in Mutation gifts. Or so help me I'll clamp this bare hand over your neck, and you don't want that."
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 12, 2015 21:50:20 GMT
Zack still had his eyes closed as he grabbed he ungloved arm, not touching base skin, and putting her in an arm lock. "beef cake has twenty bucks in his wallet, and set of keys!-" Scarlet will have skilfully slipped the man's wallet from his pocket and has its content laid out neatly. As well as his keys. "I've been TRYING to demonstrate my mental link with Scarlet! Get it yet? Eyes closed? Scarlet awake and still here? I'm using her sight!" he let Annie go and began to walk away again. "this is pointless. Scarlet, put it all back how you found it and let's go." Scarlet put the money back in the wallet, and placed that on the man's lap. She also held the keys up, for him to take.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 13, 2015 12:07:01 GMT
Annie growls, and kicks a nearby tree, causing the bark to splinter and she continues until there's a streak of pale white tree, aka the inner tree. She angrily shoves her glove back on, and begins to stalk out of the mansion's grounds, furious.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 13, 2015 23:56:21 GMT
And so night fell and day arose. The night fell again, which is when we cut to Zack and Scarlet in their bunker, Zack cooking up some pancakes like a pro.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Feb 14, 2015 20:53:35 GMT
Annie enters the room, staring at him coldly. "Wow, never knew you could cook. We should give you a medal for not setting the place on fire." She says coolly.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 14, 2015 22:16:24 GMT
Zack completely ignored her as he flipped a finished pancake onto a plate, and poured another into the pan. Scarlet would be on her cell phone, which she finally managed to get from Zack. After a little typing, she held it up so Annie could read it. "he's still mad. I know you know, so don't get mad at me." it read.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Feb 27, 2015 10:37:47 GMT
((reminder that I'm still here and wanting to keep this going))
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Mar 30, 2015 18:16:30 GMT
"Why the hell are you mad at me!? I gave you simple orders that you wouldn't follow!" Annie said, going as red as her hair.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Mar 30, 2015 18:50:02 GMT
He paused on making his meal. "I'm mad. Not mad at you, I'm simply in a Fowl mood. I tried to follow those orders, but things just went uphill." Scarlet seemed a little uncomfortable. She tucked her phone in under her wing and hopped from couch arm and waddled to the door leaving. She didn't like this kind of conflict.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Apr 1, 2015 21:00:24 GMT
"Look, I know I'm not easy to be with. Like, to even be in the area near me is difficult. Why don't you just, I don't know, listen to the dolphins or something I'm sure Bruce has some mumbo jumbo disc about calming yourself and finding inner zen if you just ask him. Hulk boy will happily oblige no doubt." She sighed, flopping down on the couch.
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Post by Zack Mickells on Apr 2, 2015 11:26:16 GMT
"have you ever considered doing that yourself? Yoga, maybe? Heck, retail therapy would probably work wonders on you. Here, even use my card." he threw his credit card at her and returned his attention to the pancake. He flipped it professionally. "five two one seven." he said.
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Post by Annabel Rustin on Apr 3, 2015 18:37:42 GMT
"No, it doesn't," She catches the card, placing it down on the coffee table. "Yoga, pfft, I can't sit still long enough." Snorts, crossing her legs.
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