Frey: You put that, with the bomb?
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Thread Topic: Frey: You put that, with the bomb?
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      -Looks back, and goes into pure WTF mode. Pulling from J and standing between the two- Okay. What the hell? -flicks his knives out-
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      -crosses arms over her chest- That's what I want to know. -growls-
J: -rolls eyes and flick out a angel metal knife- Sorry sweet heart, he apparently thinks I'm the better kisser.
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      Ally does't carry a knife... -backs up to stand at A's side- Too bad you brought a knife... -summons his Deagles- To a gun fight.
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      (Clone factory in heaven.)
*Walks into the kitchen* Sorry, fixing the lights. Oh hey, Ben. Where'd A go? - 
    
      
      J: -rolls eyes and three more blades appear in her hands- Tsk tsk. -throws all tree and they landed into his chest- Have fun~ -dissapears-
-throws hands into the air- God damn it!
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      [Doing it]
-Rolls to the left, avoiding two, but one hits him in the ribs, very close to his heart- Damn it... -Pulls the knife out and tosses it to the side- - 
    
      
      -she growled and stormed off, her wings snapping open with a woosh and she was gone, a portal would leave a trace, flying didnt-
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      -Groans- Ally! I'm sorry!
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      -huffs and spirals slowly towards the clouds- Where to go.. Where to go.. -she tried to calm down-
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      -Portals back to the Institute, goes to Vic- Patch me up.
Vic: -quickly patches him up-
-Shakily opens his wings and heads off and flies towards her- - 
    
      
      *Blinks at him* Oh. You know what, I really do want a cookie. *Sniffs them out like a boss* There.
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      Ben: -steals a cookie- yummy. -grins and eat it happily-
-ends up on the very top of the Empire State Building and looks around- - 
    
      
      -Lands behind her- Ally, I'm sorry. -Holds his injury, still hurting-
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      *Slaps his hand* My cookies. *Turns away from him, blocking said cookies with her body*
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      Ben: -whines- Nooooooo. I neeeeed cooookies. -he sounded like a child. Wrapping an arm around her waist he spun her so she was pinned against him and with the other hand he grabbed a cookie happily-
-folds wings tightly- Whatever. -she grumbled irritably- 
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