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| ⎳ΣGΣNDΛRΨ | Lol, you asked for it man, you got it. No temps needed. This is just for some lulzy fun. |
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| Member | Onwards and onwards it drew, feeding, consuming everything in it's path. This was not an enemy a shinigami would usually be called upon to face, yet 11th squad's designated champion stood stotically in it's path, his Zanpakuto at the ready. As the flames crept closer and closer, Shinigami acadamy dropout, Watah Supersoaker, clutched his 'Zanpakuto', a length of impotent rubber hose attached to a Katana hilt. He had been assigned this mission because he was the only one who could do it... or more accuratly, it was the only one he could do. This was his chance! By defending his squad's building from whatever was causing these unatural flames, he could prove himself to them! It was his time to shine! He twisted his Zanpakuto's nozzle, and a pitiful stream emerged, arching up high in the air to drizzle down upon a pair of dark-skinned bulging flesh-orbs, soaking the thin fabric that held them barely contained. "Yoruichi-sama... I apologise! I...only...mean...t...to..." Watah's voice trailed off as he lost himself within the tiny mounds pressing out from the thin, soaked shirt, staring him in the eyes like a pair of dark pink pupils, mesmerising him... SLAP! |
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| Member | Yes I said flesh orbs WHAT OF IT? |
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| ⎳ΣGΣNDΛRΨ | Too tired. Need sleep. Tomorrow maybe. Last edited by ∞; October 17th, 2009 at 02:35 PM. |
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