Project Starfall (All Spots are Taken)

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seventeen • king cobra • female • tagged; Stella
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Grève chuckled, her yellow eyes rolling in their sockets. "Smart move. Don't engage the enemy more than needed." She raised her sword over her head and impaled the dummy directly in the middle of the chest. The sword stayed stuck and she smiled keenly. Grève tried one last time to get the girl to talk. She personally didn't want a conversation, but her desire to bug people overrode the desire to keep silent. "How are you liking this place? How'd you get here?"

[~ moth ~]

Stella grunted. "This place sucks and some guys came and tackled me and my brother in our house." She replied. She looked around at the guards. She walked past the girl to some knives and stuck one in her boot. She bent down as if she was tying it then got up to slash at more dummies. "You might want to do the same." She narrowed her eyes as she concentrated on the dummies.

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seventeen • king cobra • female • tagged; Stella
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Grève laughed as the girl snuck a knife into her boot. "Trust me, I don't need it." She parted her mouth and her retractable fangs shot from the roof of her mouth. The hollow fangs were protected by a layer of skin that stretched when she flashed her fangs. She closed her mouth and smiled. "If these things are full of neurotoxins, I won't need to touch another weapon ever again."

[~ moth ~]

She Ella chuckled. "I had a pet snake. A ten foot black mamba. I brought him everywhere and uh, maybe had him bite some people I hate." She grinned at remembering the shock of the person when they got bit. "He was a useful weapon. So technically I didn't murder, Dingo did." She tore art another dummie was th the swords. She kept her eyes on the dummie. "So your a snake then."

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seventeen • king cobra • female • tagged; Stella
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Grève nodded slowly. "Oui. And what gave it away? Yeah, I just don't know what kind yet. Which I intend on finding out shortly." The same crazy glint in her eye that she had had when conversing with Reis returned. It quickly diminished as soon as it came though, for fear anyone listened would ruin her plot. Her yellow eyes with a slit pupil looked Stella up and down. Her burly claws and the thin black tail suggested cat. She would have guessed a plain housecat, but her features were much larger than that of a typical cat. "You a panther?"

[~ moth ~]

Stella listened to her talk. "What gave it away. The ears, maybe the tail, possibly the claws." She grumbled. "What about the pointed teeth." She looked at the shredded dummies, there were no more to rip apart. She looked at Grève.

[szechuan]

{ Sorry, what happened? xD }

[nyctomancy]

reis stine || male || twenty-one || electric eel || location [swimming pool] || tags [nine, open]

chuckling kindly at the given pun, even if it wasn't all too funny, reis reached out to study the slipping deerman. obvious, his ..feet .. weren't doing so well with keeping him upright. hopefully the white-haired lad wouldn't smack him for slipping an arm around his shoulder. "you're correct," he replied smoothly, his silvery eyes momentarily moving over to the carnage that was happening at the dummies. "a whole lot of them seem to be offensive mammals of sorts; canines, large cats, and there's even a snake." logically, the fishman, and deerman probably would be the first on the menu if something came up. unless they could find a better way to defend themselves. "by default, it means all you have to do is strive to do better." moving away from nine, reis gave the boy an almost affectionate pat on the shoulder. "physical strength isn't everything, after all," said the man, as he hopped out of the pool and sat down upon the pool edge, using an offered towel to dry off his wet hair.

[ it's cool. as long as this doesn't blow up, i'll probably repost my stuff every two pages or so. ]

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fifteen • doberman pinscher • male • tagged; Pierce
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He tilted his head to the other side. "That just makes it sound like I have some investigating to do." He then leaned closer to Pierce, his eyes showing seriousness. "If you ever need something to help us get out of here, I'm your man." He whispered softly then straightened up again. Chad knew exactly how to take things from people without them having the slightest clue it was missing. He had an element of stealth, and a good amount of charm to smooth the situation over.

[~ moth ~]

Stella listened to her talk. "What gave it away. The ears, maybe the tail, possibly the claws." She grumbled. "What about the pointed teeth." She looked at the shredded dummies, there were no more to rip apart. She looked at Grève.