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Post by Rex on Jan 29, 2012 20:12:30 GMT -8
(ooc: July 9th, open to any guy or boy who would be considered cocky. It is meant to be an interaction thread. There can be fights but nothing too violet. Sorry Girls. This is guy time!)
Hispanic teenager was pissed. He hadn't had any good chances to attack a demon or at least save anyone since that first battle, and that hardly counted. No one really wanted to fight him anyways. "Serves them right, those bunch of chickens." he muttered. "They knew they couldn't handle my mad skills."
As unsatifiying that the days before had been, the demon hunter had been busy, allying himself with the fairies, fixing up his motorbike which he took out from time to time, and along with Xia's help, coming up with new gadgets that could help him fight demons.
The days were good, but for once the boy was glad for one day of relaxation. Or at least he hoped that it would be.
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Post by Snotlout on Jan 29, 2012 20:43:19 GMT -8
(ooc: I'm just going based on the assumption that Snotlout was healed offscreen after the battle. So... yeah.)
This really wasn't Snotlout's usual sort of place to hang out. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had been in anything remotely related to a village. He'd spent more than a month in the woods, living as a wolf, and was perfectly content with that. Now there he was, in human form once more, heading toward town like there wasn't a problem with that fact. Really... there was no problem that he could see. He looked fairly normal, minus the sharper teeth and nails. No one really had a reason to question his rugged look, either. He was a Viking. That was all the explanation they needed.
Upon taking notice of Rex, Snotlout let one eyebrow raised slightly. The guy was talking to himself. How weird was that? ...Wait. Hadn't Snotlout seen him before? ...Probably not. It was probably just a weird sort of 'Do I know you?' moment that he was having. Or maybe he had seen him from the corner of his eye or something during the big battle. Yeah, that was probably it. Either way, the guy looked bored. Maybe Snotlout could fix that.
"You game for just hanging around here all day, dude? Or are you up for doing something?" Snotlout asked. He didn't really have any ideas, but hanging around with another guy could have been fun. It certainly was more fun than just hanging around by himself.
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Post by Rex on Jan 29, 2012 20:47:41 GMT -8
Rex turned around to face another familar face. Well, not familiar but he had seen him on the battlefield, fighting with Musa. Yes, that was it. "What do you have in mind?" he asked. The werewolf's suggestion certainly made Rex wonder why he was out here in the first place. Maybe he had come out here to think. He wasn't exactly sure.
"I am up for anything really."
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Post by Chris McLean on Jan 29, 2012 20:53:11 GMT -8
Chris was indeed, nearby the two guys, his ears picking up what Rex had said. Up for anything was he? That perked his own interest somewhat as he stepped into view, a slight grin upon his face "Then perhaps I can suggest something" he started, eyes gazing between the two slightly before adding to what he was saying "What I have in mind for you two is a bit of a "friendly" competition" he air quoted the friendly part.
He pointed to Rex first "It would be you, against him" he then pointed to Snotlout "The winner of the little brawl will get to have-" and in turn, using his dark magic, a tray with a lid on it, so as to cover what the food was underneath, appeared on his right hand "A little snack"
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Post by Rex on Jan 29, 2012 21:18:53 GMT -8
Rex raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. He wasn't used to meeting wizards very often, in fact he had only met a few witches and one at the meeting. So having another one around made things a little more interesting. "Friendly competition huh?" the boy asked crossing his arms over his chest. "What's the catch?" If there was one then it would have to be a really good one.
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"Competition, i want in!" another voice caught Rex's attention as a young boy came running up. "What's the contest?" the boy asked. "I bet i will win, Wilbur Robison never fails you know."
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Post by Snotlout on Feb 20, 2012 13:29:24 GMT -8
A snack? Now that was a prize worthy of Snotlout's attention. The werewolf had grown tired of the usual sorts of food he had grown accustomed to, and desperately he wanted some kind of new meal to have. This competition suddenly seemed more interesting to him. Snotlout flashed a cocky grin and shifted his weight from one side of his body to the other.
"Count me in. I'm bored anyway, and the prize sounds good enough to me. So, what do we have to do? What sort of competition are we in for?" Snotlout asked. Might as well get to know what the basics of the competition were before throwing himself head on into it. ...Since when did he think things through like this, anyway? Snotlout definitely was glad that Astrid wasn't present. He was equally glad that Hiccup wasn't there. The redhead and Astrid would never let him live down the fact that he was actually thinking something through.
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