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Ragna the Bloodedge ([personal profile] rageface) wrote2012-01-28 12:15 am
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Thirty-Fifth Reap → Action (Fourth Wall)

[Ragna doesn't like crowded places very much, so he does well to avoid the hell out of them. The problem is that it's proving difficult today, given that everywhere seems to be the epitome of crowded. Or at least most of the village.

He's so sure that it's so crowded that a concealment ars wouldn't even do him good, because he might end up getting walked over. Maybe he should try heading back home as soon as he can... because this sucks.

The annoyance is not easily hidden by this one.]

jayokuhotenjin: (Hazama; underneath the table)

[personal profile] jayokuhotenjin 2012-02-04 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
You? How do you think I felt? [Ragna falls back and right on towards Hazama. He's caught between a knife and steel claws. The temptation to strike him was there, but he knows he's got him beat so let's keep taunting him.] But I guess I shouldn't expect much from someone who knows they can't hurt me.

She's a fine specimen wasn't she, Colonel?
madpuppeteer: <lj user="daqiao"> (Default)

[personal profile] madpuppeteer 2012-02-21 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed, she is quite the specimen. I must say, I never thought the twelfth would come to possess the "Eye". Quite shocking, no?

[ He frowned somewhat once Ragna started barking again. It seems that the mongrel still doesn't know his place yet. How troublesome. ]

Hazama.

[ The puppeteer turns his gaze from Ragna. ]

What shall we do with the Reaper?
jayokuhotenjin: (Hazama; then aim for my heart)

[personal profile] jayokuhotenjin 2012-02-21 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
She's a bumbling idiot, but she's got the gift when you know what buttons to push.

[He hears ol Ragna yelling out his demands again and simply laughs.]

Hahaha, look at this poor mutt. He can't even guess who we're talking about without someone spelling it out for him.

[He draws out his butterfly knives, spinning them once in his hands.]

How about you hold him down, Colonel, while I carve out her name onto him!?