ooc: memory 1
After finally getting out of Hollywood jail (if that ever happens), Rabbit is drawing away at his work station, having a grand old time, when party crackers materialize before his desk. A loud verse of "Happy Birthday" plays at double-time, and amid the confetti and balloons that shower out of them is a sparkly little Sight/Touch crystal.
"If you lay a hand on my comrades any more than this, I may end up killing you." Rabbit looked over to see Cross with a long slender finger stabbing a black butterfly which had landed beside Breeze. His expression was cold and serious, determined not to let the butterfly do any harm. What this butterfly could do, Rabbit wasn't sure at all, but he knew it had to be bad.
With a quick shift in weight, Cross launched himself across the table, his black zippered boot hitting the wood with a thud. "Believe me. I will take him down," he stated as he launched himself towards someone.
His target was incredibly well dressed with a strange skin tone, well kept black hair, and what appeared to be crosses on his forehead. Rabbit didn't know his name or who he was, but he could tell, just by Allen's expression, this person was an enemy. He jumped to his feet to help Cross, reaching for his hammer sitting securely on his leg.
That hammer. The one that made the magic. It was real.
ut he was soon intercepted by a girl standing on a rather peculiar looking umbrella. She stood tall before him, her striped socks elongating her slender legs. Her skirt was ruffled and layered, her hair unkept and spikey. Her eyes seemed almost inhuman. "Don't get in the way ♪" she warned him in a rather sing-song yet incredibly threatening manner. She brings a sole finger to her face, her nails painted black. Her grin grew wider in a rather devious manner. "Play with me," she smirked, "Bookman ♪"
[ taken from DGM issue 111 ]
"If you lay a hand on my comrades any more than this, I may end up killing you." Rabbit looked over to see Cross with a long slender finger stabbing a black butterfly which had landed beside Breeze. His expression was cold and serious, determined not to let the butterfly do any harm. What this butterfly could do, Rabbit wasn't sure at all, but he knew it had to be bad.
With a quick shift in weight, Cross launched himself across the table, his black zippered boot hitting the wood with a thud. "Believe me. I will take him down," he stated as he launched himself towards someone.
His target was incredibly well dressed with a strange skin tone, well kept black hair, and what appeared to be crosses on his forehead. Rabbit didn't know his name or who he was, but he could tell, just by Allen's expression, this person was an enemy. He jumped to his feet to help Cross, reaching for his hammer sitting securely on his leg.
That hammer. The one that made the magic. It was real.
ut he was soon intercepted by a girl standing on a rather peculiar looking umbrella. She stood tall before him, her striped socks elongating her slender legs. Her skirt was ruffled and layered, her hair unkept and spikey. Her eyes seemed almost inhuman. "Don't get in the way ♪" she warned him in a rather sing-song yet incredibly threatening manner. She brings a sole finger to her face, her nails painted black. Her grin grew wider in a rather devious manner. "Play with me," she smirked, "Bookman ♪"
[ taken from DGM issue 111 ]