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| Blind-Rounded {P}; Drenkar | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Feb 13, 2009 3:24 am (150 Views) | |
| Spectre | Fri Feb 13, 2009 3:24 am Post #1 |
 
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"Ow!" Deadpool shouted as he again stubbed his toes on a random item, strewn across the Lark Lands, hopefully a rock. The mercenary found it incredibly difficult to fight while down in the dangerous tunnels, not knowing where his enemy was going to be next. All that kept his somewhat sane was the voice he believed was narrating his actions in the dark, often trying to utilize its awareness of the surroundings to navigate. Since Wade Winston Wilson began this some time ago, his guess would be more accurate if there was an ounce of light in the shadowed place. He felt the urge to shout at his psychosis pointlessly to misdirect his rage at something he believed was there, essentially taunting him and his pain as a young child would. As he continued, wandering aimlessly though the dark and stubbing his toes on various things he hoped were rocks he heard a separate set of footsteps. One after the other, another being seemed to be in the tunnels with him, hopefully something that could show him the way somewhere else, or give him a torch so they could stop listening to his various grunts as he smashed his toes on rocks. |
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| drenkar | Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:12 am Post #2 |
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How clumsey, cant even walk past the rocks with out hitting them Drenkar thought to himself as he followed behind the guy. I hope its a lonely peasent that came unarmed. Drenkar sped his pace up a little getting over excited for a new kill, as he turned the cave corner he saw the shadow coming back down the tunnel towards him. Drenkar quickly ducked behind the corner."Time to get ready." Drenkar said in a whisper as he pulled his dagger from his cloak |
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