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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:57 pm
Deadpool shrugged, then suddenly gasped and pointed behind her. "What's that?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:05 pm
Alcina smirked, and gently turned to glance behind her. Ninety-nine percent chance that there was nothing behind her to look at...but she'd play anyway.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:23 pm
The next second, he was holding her crown. "Wow! I suddenly just found your crown randomly and without prior planning! ... In my hands..." He thought for a second, probably trying to find a way to fix the sentence a bit, then shrugged and held it out.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:30 pm
Alcina gave him a bit of a crooked grin before taking her crown. "Well, that was certainly convenient. Don't suppose you'd be able to find my last missing piece though, would you?" she asked with a grin, sliding the crown into her hair.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:42 pm
"Oh, no," he replied airily, "That top is gone FOREVER. It will never see the light of day again."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:49 pm
"Oh, that's too bad." she replied with a smirk. "I really can't go anywhere without some kind of coverage."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:55 pm
"That is too bad," Deadpool replied mildly, not seeming overly concerned, "I guess you'll have to hang out here and eat cookies. OR... you could use your fancy magical powers to make yourself new clothes, a sports car, and a barbie dream house. You know. Up to you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:04 pm
"Ah, but that would be too easy." Alcina replied, raising one of her hands towards the room with the cookies. An oreo floated past Deadpool and into her hand. She twisted the cookie apart, and the frosting began to melt out of it, expanded, and swirled around her. The cookie part of the oreo quickly followed. A few seconds later, she had herself a very formfitting black and yellow dress.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:09 pm
Deadpool stared. "... There are so many nasty, kinky things I could do right now that I'm actually kind of at a loss," he said blankly after a few seconds. He really, really wanted to just... tackle her. Oreo+ girl. YES.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:16 pm
A smile curled around Alcina's mouth. "In that case, I suppose I shouldn't tell you that it is eatable"
My, my...this was more fun than she'd had in a long time.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:19 pm
Deadpool tackled her.
(( Time skip again. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:23 pm
// lol, figured. At least Deadpool is having a good time. XP You or me start again this time? //
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:26 pm
About 45 minutes later, Deadpool was again half-asleep, but this time it was on the floor of the cookie room. ...There was also absolutely nothing left of Alcina's cookie dress.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:34 pm
Alcina had moved towards one of the drapes hanging in the large room and let some of the fabric unwravel to form new clothing. Try to make something that she was actually going to be able to keep on for a while this time. After a moment, she had a new red dress that wasn't quite as provocotive as her last two outfits. Honestly, she hadn't expected him to...well, she did make it out of cookie. Perhaps she just wasn't expecting him to have the energy to do anything more.
She took another look back at him, and smiled a bit. Now she needed to decide wether to stay here for a bit, or leave and let him get some needed sleep.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:48 pm
As though he'd read her thoughts... which, if you wanted to get technical, he kind of had... he waved his hand at her in a 'Go on,' kind of motion. Then he pulled a large pile of Oreo cookies toward himself, bringing them under his head like a pillow. Seconds later, he was out.
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