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entrancelogs2014-10-30 07:05 pm
notrequiredtomakesense) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-30 07:05 pm
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My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy [OTA]
Who: Tybalt and anyone who wants to come across him
Where: Wherever there's training dummies
When: October 30th
Rating: PG-13 because he's pissed.
Summary: So someone has had his mind messed with twice now. Tybalt is not happy and needs to destroy some shit.
The Story:
To borrow a mortal phrase, fuck this shit.
The first time, with the high school, could be ignored. It could easily be ignored. One time was a fluke. He wasn't prepared for it, had been caught off guard. After that though, Tybalt had been more or less on guard every time he saw one of the "locals" on the mirrors. Something was coming, and it might make him something he wasn't.
It didn't help. He'd been changed again, had his memories toyed with and replaced on a whim and oh, he was ready to kill something.
But he couldn't, not really. So instead he found a training room--the redhead, he'd known her as Natalie during the event, had mentioned something about training ages ago--and promptly set to work decimating training dummies. He was mostly human-looking right now, but his strength and speed weren't, if you knew what to look for.
Where: Wherever there's training dummies
When: October 30th
Rating: PG-13 because he's pissed.
Summary: So someone has had his mind messed with twice now. Tybalt is not happy and needs to destroy some shit.
The Story:
To borrow a mortal phrase, fuck this shit.
The first time, with the high school, could be ignored. It could easily be ignored. One time was a fluke. He wasn't prepared for it, had been caught off guard. After that though, Tybalt had been more or less on guard every time he saw one of the "locals" on the mirrors. Something was coming, and it might make him something he wasn't.
It didn't help. He'd been changed again, had his memories toyed with and replaced on a whim and oh, he was ready to kill something.
But he couldn't, not really. So instead he found a training room--the redhead, he'd known her as Natalie during the event, had mentioned something about training ages ago--and promptly set to work decimating training dummies. He was mostly human-looking right now, but his strength and speed weren't, if you knew what to look for.
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[And what the hell do cats have to do with anything?]
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