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Post by Cujo on Mar 17, 2007 12:09:33 GMT -5
Cujo walked through the market. So many people, so little pocket room. He thought, then as an old man passed by he snagged his wallet. Cujo ducked into an ally, and opened the wallet. twenty, forty, sixty... He began counting quietly to himself. A few moments later he had counted $182 in the man's wallet. He stuck the money in his pocket and threw the wallet back out onto the street.
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Post by Mace on Mar 17, 2007 18:32:35 GMT -5
"Hey you dropped this," Mace said, as he picked up the wallet. He had seen the boy filch it, though he was one of the more acomplished theifs. "You want to give the money back or do I have to take it?"
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Post by Cujo on Mar 17, 2007 19:48:52 GMT -5
Cujo sneered at the man who had seen him. He must be one of those Fifty people I was heard about...evesdropping on that accontant. He thought. I don't like either of those options, so I'll just keep the money. Cujo said rudely, still sneering. He guessed that the man would attack him, so he braced himself, ready to pull his dagger out of his shirt sleeve. He tries to take the money...he'll die. Cujo decided, putting all of his weight on the front of his feet so he could launch himself easily at the man.
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Post by Mace on Mar 19, 2007 16:45:56 GMT -5
"Have it your way." Mace didn't leap at him or anything, he just walked toward him. He was ready for any attack.
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Post by Cujo on Mar 20, 2007 18:49:01 GMT -5
Cujo stared blankly at the man as he advanced. I'd like the pleasure of knowing the name of the one I am about to kill. He said, getting ready to pull his dagger out of his sleeve, but not moving his arm. He was fast enough to draw it to stab the man before he knew what had happened.
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Post by Mace on Mar 21, 2007 17:35:19 GMT -5
"Mace, and you?" He paused mid stride, his eyes searching for any body movment that might suggest an attack or a weapon.
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Post by Cujo on Mar 21, 2007 21:57:11 GMT -5
Cujo stayed ready to jump, wondering whether or not to attack Mace. Name's Cujo. He said, sneering at Mace. Cujo saw he was looking to see if he had any weapons, so he quickly decided not to pull the dagger out until he absolutly needed it. He was a decent fist-fighter, but this guy looked tougher than the people he had fought before.
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Post by Mace on Mar 27, 2007 16:24:29 GMT -5
"Cujo, cool name." Mace took another step forward. He didn't want to fight the teen, but he knew he might have to.
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Post by Cujo on Mar 27, 2007 19:47:58 GMT -5
Cujo watched Mace, then lept backwards into the ally twenty feet, his back to a brick wall now. He squared his shoulders, waiting for Mace to attack.
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Post by Mace on Mar 30, 2007 14:11:01 GMT -5
Mace crouched and leaped forward, his extreme strength easily helping him cross the twenty. He landed in front of the teen. He reached out and tried to grab him.
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Post by Cujo on Mar 30, 2007 19:45:48 GMT -5
Cujo easily dodged to the side, slipping around Mace, then threw a punch at his back, hoping to knock him down or to at least distract him with pain for a moment so he could get away.
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Post by Mace on Apr 5, 2007 13:09:47 GMT -5
Mace whirled around and grabbed his fist as Cujo threw the punch. "C'mon kid, I don't want to hurt you," he said, tightening his grip on the boy's fist.
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Post by Cujo on Apr 5, 2007 15:40:09 GMT -5
Well, that's what makes us different then. I want to hurt you. Cujo said, and, looking up at the top of the building to his right, called out, Venom, now!
A sixteen-year-old boy with blood red hair and crimson eyes jumped from the top of the building, landing next to Cujo. You're dead. He said to Mace, then punched at him, using his favorite attack, the 'mastery of two layers'.
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