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nextgen_baddie ([info]nextgen_baddie) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-02-24 12:47:00


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Entry tags:gregory price, joanna ketch, rita dermont, team - nightstalkers, tyler morbius

Nightstalkers vs Morlun: Endgame
It had taken Morlun considerable time since that impropmtu battle with so many unusual idividuals, but now he was healthy. He had tracked the wolf to a nearby park. He smirked lightly. He could also sense the totem of the one with the vampire bat, though he was a distance away. He couldn't sense if the other three were here, but it was a possibility. Did they mean to ambush him? It was an amusing thought. Even the five of them together could not best him. A surprise attack against the wolf was pointless at this juncture. Sometimes it was best to just be frank.

"Good evening, Mr. Price."



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[info]fullmoonfever
2012-03-05 12:15 am UTC (link)
Greg shifted down to human form and looked at the decaying form of Morlun. "We did." A chill raced over his bare skin and it didn't seem to bother him that he was standing there naked.

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[info]devilonstrings
2012-03-05 12:21 am UTC (link)
The lich-woman that would be Joanna finishes her symphony and all but dances down to stand over Morlun's dieing form. She moves en pointe, not even stepping on a single roach or spider as the vermin retreat. "Oh, such fun we wove tonight! All the dancing was worthy of my music, dead-thing..." She gives a few more dusty laughs, before the light that forms her eyes seems to shift again.

She stops, looking down, then stepping back, and regarding the others. "We.... we won?"

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[info]not_your_wife
2012-03-05 12:27 am UTC (link)
"Everything dies eventually... whether by natural forces or by the sword," the Bride said.

"This one just took more killing than most."

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[info]living_dhampir
2012-03-05 12:49 am UTC (link)
Tyler went over to Rita. "Are you okay?"

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[info]artofcreation
2012-03-05 12:50 am UTC (link)
"I'm not sure. Landed on my arm funny," she admits.

"Going to need to get it looked at probably or at least ice it."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2012-03-05 01:35 am UTC (link)
"We may want to get out of here," Greg suggested. "That fight was bound to draw some attention and I'm sure the authorities are on their way."

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[info]living_dhampir
2012-03-07 06:27 pm UTC (link)
"Good idea. Rita, do you need any help?"

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[info]artofcreation
2012-03-09 06:04 pm UTC (link)
She blinked a bit at Tyler. That's the second time he's asked her that.

"Might need someone to come with me if I need to go to the ER. I can't write worth crap with this hand," she indicates her uninjured arm. "Let's just get out of the park.... Greg's naked and I'm sure cops are on their way."

Oh yeah. Greg is naked. She's going to try not to sneak looks. He has a kind of cute behind and she shouldn't look.

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[info]not_your_wife
2012-03-09 06:25 pm UTC (link)
"We should quit this place. When monsters turn back to men... those who enforce the laws seldom care what they were."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2012-03-09 10:33 pm UTC (link)
"I'm going home. You all know where to find me if you need me," he said and walked into the darkness.

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[info]devilonstrings
2012-03-10 02:27 pm UTC (link)
"Uh... sure thing, take care of yourself." Jo manages to respond, before she finds herself leaning on the nearest other person, having turned back to normal and feeling like a truck ran her over. "I... I feel tired."

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