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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 19, 2010 9:09:05 GMT -5
Gambit watched Tabby walk over and watch her walk back. "You gonna introduce him to your knee, too?" He whispered to her.
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Post by dakota on May 19, 2010 20:34:18 GMT -5
" No. I don't have to worry about Rogue tearing me apart for flirting with him." Tabitha replied. " I might be from an alternate dimension, but some things don't change. "
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 20, 2010 8:34:15 GMT -5
Gambit grinned. Rogue is pretty consistent. He glanced over at Tally, finally clueing into the similarity. He was a little curious about that, actually. But it was for another time. "Rogue knows Gambit is an honest man." He responded, cryptically.
Impress/charm on Tabby: [dice=100]
Turning the Dreary Dormammu, he says, "Are you sure you can do this?" He asks. "I know Greeks are good with their drinks."
Trust on Dormammu: [dice=100][rand=011320265441954414838943949767783729225585615058022875967173105027]
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Post by doc on May 20, 2010 9:34:22 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"BAH! THE DREAD DORMAMMU IS OF THE FALTINE! THE MOST ANCIENT OF THE MYSTIC RACES! WE ARE AS ABOVE THESE SO-CALLED 'GODS' AS PUNY HUMANS ARE ABOVE THE INSECTS!"[/glow]
The table and bench are constucted. Hercules inspects them before sitting with approval. He winks at Tabitha. "To the victor, the spoils."
The drinking begins in earnest. After the first hour of drinking several barrels of wine, both contestants barely seem dazed.
Hercules lets out a burb and pats his stomach in satisfaction.
Dormammu belches flame, setting Herc's hair on fire.
[glow=red,2,300]"OIL-DRENCHED OAF! YOU WILL FALL TO DORMAMMU!"[/glow]
Hercules puts out the blaze and raises his cup. "Boasting is not the same as drinking, Lord Dormammu." as he gulps down another mug.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 20, 2010 9:50:28 GMT -5
Gambit watches quietly one-hand shuffling and flipping cards. Four hours is a long time to watch somone drink. "I wonder how much of Dormammu's territory Mandarin's busy annexing right now." He asks aloud, to the group.
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Post by sasqaricious on May 20, 2010 9:53:16 GMT -5
Tally just sits back and watches the scene unfold before her. She is partially sickened by the events but curious as well as x-23 never let her have any alcohol. So she sits back and watches it.
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Post by kurff on May 21, 2010 1:16:25 GMT -5
"Wake up handsome.." Blink revived Pym, then went to morph.."You too.." she grinned. If she couldn't help Sabertooth she would at least help these two..
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Post by dakota on May 21, 2010 5:46:48 GMT -5
Tabitha smirked, knowing what Gambit was up to. She spoke lowly to him," No one else is going, so I'll go help Blink check on Hank and Morph. Keep it up."
She backed away, going intangible to pass through the wall and then headed off to find her downed teammates.
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Post by doc on May 21, 2010 9:02:08 GMT -5
"You're pretty too." Morph's stretched out form begins to contract, as he grows a long Fabio-style hair. "But admit it, you only love me for my body."
Pym stirs only slightly, a single syllable escaping his lips "Jan...."
Now into the third hour, with barrels piled high, both men show signs of intoxication.
[glow=red,2,300]"BAH! YOU WILL FALL.....FALL TO DREAD.....DORMAMMU....BURN...."[/glow]
Dormammu's face sinks into the table, setting it on fire.
Hercules' laugh can be heard throughout the palace.
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Post by Dome on May 21, 2010 12:06:50 GMT -5
DD pays close attention to the drinking match, after all it was his idea they use this as a contest. When dormat collapses onto the table he reaches out with his senses to try and see if he is unconscious or not.
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Post by dakota on May 21, 2010 12:44:26 GMT -5
" Blink? Where are you?" Tabitha sputtered outloud as she checked room for room, using her powers instead of doors. As she entered the right one, she paused as she overheard Morph and saw his transformation, and let out a sigh of releif.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 21, 2010 13:04:40 GMT -5
Gambit shrugged. At least it was over. "Now." He says, "We have a very serious question to discuss: who gets to draw the mustache on Monsieur L'ibre there."
"Or, at least, make him dread showing himself for a while."
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Post by sasqaricious on May 21, 2010 23:42:28 GMT -5
"Does that indicate that the match is over then?" Tally asks most curiously!
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Post by doc on May 22, 2010 18:11:51 GMT -5
Hercules smirks. "Indeed, fair maiden." as he hoists Dormammu's limp form up. Daredevil's senses confirm that he's unconscious, yet his head is still aflame.
"Now, where shall I deposit this foul menace where he will harm no other?" Hercules smiles. "Mayhaps the realm of my Uncle Hades?"
Heather raises an eyebrow. "That could work - or that world of goatmen that Morph insists is real."
Pym enters the chamber. "Oh...well, I've missed a lot. How about Hyperion's homeworld?"
Heather shakes her head. "No, let's not leave the insane interdimensional demigod with the equally insane and powerful superhuman hungry for our blood. That will only end badly." She rubs her chin. "But maybe the world that the Sub-mariner completely submerged...."
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Post by kurff on May 23, 2010 19:29:03 GMT -5
"here, checking on Morph and Pym." she replied, "Whats going on out there?" she ruffled morpph's hair.
"Morph, you know I like sense of humor better..." she miled at morph and winked.
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