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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 5:35:56 GMT
Forefather merely teleports away a short distance and gets away.
Numbuh 67: We need to retreat.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 5:37:33 GMT
Numbuh 7: I agree. Let's go! *runs through portal along with 67*
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 5:40:54 GMT
Numbuh 67: Man, I'm glad we escaped his wrath.
Numbuh 67 looks into a mirror and sees his eyes slowly turning yellow. He quickly puts on a pair of sunglasses.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 5:44:28 GMT
Numbuh 7: uh-uh, I noticed that. *takes off sunglasses* It's fine, I think. *goes to book of magic* Umm, I beleive this means Forefather has slightly succeeded what he was out to do. It says here it could be tempoary or engulf the whole host body.
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 5:52:19 GMT
Numbuh 67: DON'T TOUCH ME YOU...BLOOD SUCKER!
Numbuh 67 grabs a broomstick and breaks it in half. He then grabs the half with a sharp end and holds it defensively.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 5:55:43 GMT
Numbuh 7: *backs up* Okay, what's your deal? Why did you turn pyscho?
a/n: Mind if I say Alex instead if Numbuh 7?
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 6:01:11 GMT
(Okay, go ahead.)
Numbuh 67: Darkness is the only true master of the universe, you vampire! I'll give you something to bite on!
Numbuh 67 tries to shove his hand into Alex's mouth, intending on sticking his elbow down her throat.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 6:03:56 GMT
Alex: *kicks in chest* You really want to mess with me? 8gets out wands and turns it into sword* Okay, sailor boy, let's dance.
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 6:06:59 GMT
Numbuh 67: Blue was always my favorite color for a reason!
Numbuh 67 pulls out a cutlass, except it has been turned dark blue. He uses it to create a wave of water that he can ride in combat.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 6:09:14 GMT
Alex: Is that the best you can do? *flames engulf sword* I've got a flaming sword that can't be put out.
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 6:11:57 GMT
Numbuh 67 swings his cutlass at Alex's legs.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 6:15:27 GMT
Alex: *jumps up* *sword shots out fire towards 67*
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 6:18:31 GMT
Numbuh 67: AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Numbuh 67 pulls out a bunch of chains and uses them to tie down Alex's legs. He takes the anchor that the chains are attached to and tries to push it off of the aircraft carrier.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 22, 2009 6:23:10 GMT
Alex: *grabs anchor* 67, please, snap out of it! *grabs wand* 67, this will hurt very bad, but only for amoment. *uses very strong magic to make 67 to turn normal*
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Post by Argentine Swordman's Mate on Dec 22, 2009 6:25:29 GMT
Numbuh 67 feels a whole load of pain and starts cussing like a sailor.
Numbuh 67: OWWW! What the f***ing f*** just happened right f***ing here?
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