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You know, after everything I think I like not knowing any strange spells or using a tiny bit of wood to defend myself with. Although really, darlings, run from a bunch of pussies in masks? Why that would be like running from peons in a very bad movie. Oh, I don't know, like those extras in one of those B-grade things. Because seriously? If you want to be scary, then use your real face, mmkay?

Terrorists. Sigh. They certainly don't make them like they used to.

So. Looks like there are a few rather interesting bits of gossip over the Network. How droll~

Oh! Before I forget - Lady? Did Abel bring you something to eat? Or do I have to be very polite and scold him?


[ooc; Sorry Death-eaters/HP verse peeps, former assassin/terrorist AND not frightened of anyone except Knives, so she really wasn't impressed by the attack. -.-;; ]

So, that's it? No more silliness going on? Well then, I guess that's good, I won't need to give Meryl this for her attempts to get into the Stampede's pants. Although, really, I think there are a few better ones I can find if given more than a ten minute notice.

Livio, brute, darling, you owe me drinks. Same for you, priest.

Well, this isn't too bad. I expected a lot more damage but you kept it under control. But it seems I may need a doctor. Conrad, Lilith dolls? Are you two around? I seem to have a few broken bones~

Oh, and darling? Nice scars~ ♥

Wolfwood. Darling. Next time, let's be in our own bodies, mm?


[ooc; Because Elie can be a bitch, she is toying with Meryl and Bruce and Wolfwood, although wolfwood would probably get it for the joke it really is. And yes, Bruce broke her arm and a toe because super-freaky-powers is something the Batman is not used to at all.]