James T. Kirk (
captain_jtkirk) wrote2009-09-05 03:55 pm
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.019 - [voice]
There is an unconscious, slightly balding man with a very odd and distinctive pattern of speech in the third floor hallway.
Someone should come claim him.
[ooc: So Kirk fought with and stunned Swing. Go Arthur Dent, go, fetch your Inmate.]
Someone should come claim him.
[ooc: So Kirk fought with and stunned Swing. Go Arthur Dent, go, fetch your Inmate.]
Action Spam
Action Spam
[He pulls the ice pack from his face and tosses it to the ground.]
"Are you going to show me what you've got or are you going to talk me to death? That'd really be torture."
Action Spam
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"Do you wanna go at it with our fists then?"
Action Spam
Action Spam
Jim braces himself for the kick, though he really doesn't have time to do much more then grab her ankle and take her with him as he toppled over, crashing into the mat. He twists her leg at an awkward angle and throws her off to the side.]
Action Spam
That all you got, Jimmy?
[She tenses her hands and lets them flare - not that it'll let her pack that much more of a punch, but it's become habit. Her powers have been worked into her fighting style ever since she got them.]
Action Spam
"None of that, unless I get to break out my phaser."
Action Spam
Ugh. Fine. [She shakes her hands out and leaps at him instead, aiming for a tackle.]