Post by LOKI LAUFEYSON on Jan 21, 2016 19:04:08 GMT -5
And I think this is the last of the templates I thought were decent @johnallerdyce :
i will not bow, NOW THE DARK BEGINS TO RISE. SAVE YOUR BREATH IT'S FAR FROM OVER. LEAVE THE LOST AND DEAD BEHIND. NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO RUN FOR COVER. I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD. I JUST WANT TO LEAVE IT COLDER. LIGHT THE FUSE AND BURN IT UP. TAKE THE PATH THAT LEADS TO NOWHERE. ALL IS LOST AGAIN, BUT I'M NOT GIVING IN i will not break, Clink-swoosh… clink-swoosh… clink-swoosh… "Well, wot do we 'ave 'ere..." the pyrokinetic mused as he came to a stop outside a house. The Brotherhood tracker better have been right about this, because this had been Pyro's second visit down south, and the previous one hadn't exactly gone according to plan. But, then again, he had been stuck with what-Gollum-might-have-been-like-if-he-was-a-pyrokinetic, and... well, that 'pathetic blonde'. There really was no question why Pyro was here, the pyrokinetic was becoming thoroughly fed up with his teammates. There wasn't a single one he could rely on. They were either insane, useless or... emotionally unstable. That was definitely the term he'd use to describe Tabitha Smith, anyway. As for Mishka... well, she was more emotionally useless at this point. The only time Pyro could recall the Brotherhood being at all stable was when Quicksilver was running things, and while the pyrokinetic might have had his misgivings about the speed demon, more and more, he was starting to miss his old teammate, and one of the few people he would actually call a friend, even in light of all that had happened on Asteroid M. He'd seen the reports, and knew where to find Quicksilver. All he required at that point was a tracker to pinpoint his exact location, which brought Pyro here, to some house, in New Orleans. Finding his speedy teammate was one thing, figuring out what he was doing in a house was another, and as a result, the blonde Australian stifled a wave of laughter at the image that appeared in his head of Quicksilver, sipping tea, in a bonnet. His one time friend had been that loony last time they spoke, something John would see remedied as soon as possible. The last thing the Brotherhood needed was another nut job, but at least Quicksilver was a useful nut job. "Roit... 'ow ta go abou' this..?" Pyro pondered, folding his arms across his chest, whilst stroking the edge of his chin with his index finger. Of course, he already knew exactly how he was going about this. With a smirk, he slid the lid off the Zippo lighter in his hand, before spinning the flint wheel and dropping the object on the edge of the lawn, eyeing the flame atop the metal trinket until it grew greatly in size, and was sent sweeping across the lawn accordingly. The front lawn was first swallowed up in the yellows, oranges and reds of the flames, before Pyro aimed a tunnel of roaring fire at the windows, causing the glass to shatter upon prolonged contact with heat, which was when the real damage was kindled. "Ten... nine..." John had just started counting down how long he estimated until the house would blow, but as soon as he was opening his lips to say 'eight', a deafening 'BANG' rocked the property. "... seven, six..." the pyrokinetic continued to count, as his eyes started to survey the flaming conflagration in front of him for a sign of anything blonde and blurry. Either he had found the right house, and the fire department would be along shortly, depending on how the people in this part of town treated their civic duties, or he had gotten the wrong house, and... well, had just set fire to it for no apparent reason. Pyro had started his fair share of those, but this one had been started with a purpose, and he would be mildly disgruntled if that purpose was flamed out like the property in front of him. "Oh... come on, Quicksilva... don' 'ave brought me down 'ere for no good reason, mate..." he muttered, bending down to pick up his lighter from the ground, and just in time to receive a smack across the back of the head. "Ow! Mate, seriously!" the pyrokinetic growled on instinct, knowing who had been responsible for dealing him that blow, before he was even standing on his feet again. Quicksilver was quicker in everything he did, everything, and because he was faster when it came to hitting someone, it also meant the force put behind it was greater, and therefore hurt more. "Do ya see me smackin' your 'ead of badly dyed blonde 'air?" he questioned rhetorically, "I don' think so, chum, so 'ow abou' ya show a bloke da same courtesy!" he argued, running his fingers through the strands of honey blonde hair, over the patch Quicksilver's hand had collided with moments before, with a distinct pout taking his lips. "Ya say that like I didn' know wot I was doin', mate" Pyro responded to the speed demon's question, still stroking the back of his head, and still pouting, "Of all da people I know, you're probably da only one capable o' ou'runnin' one o' my little barbies" he grinned, looking back at his handiwork, before turning his attention back to his blonde teammate again. "Now, shall we wait for da fire brigade ta get 'ere so I can 'ave some more fun, or would ya ratha we jus' went back ta New York withou' 'avin' 'ad any?" he asked, until the full realization of where he had managed to find the blonde speed demon hit him. "Wait a minute... wot da bloody 'ell are ya doin' in da south?" he asked, of all the places he imagined Quicksilver could have been, besides Asteroid M, the south of America was not quite so close to the top of that list. He would sooner imagine Quicksilver having travelled back to Romania before he would come here. The chances of the speedster being dead were more likely than him stopping by New Orleans, and as far as the Scarlet Witch was concerned, that was the fate which had befallen her sibling. |
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[div align="center"][div style="width:350px;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;font-size:35px;text-transform:lowercase;"][font face="pristina"][i][font color="660000"][b]i will not bow,[/b][/font][/i][/font][/div][div style="width:370px;text-align:justify;line-height:8px;font-size:12px;color:808080;"][font face="nyala"][font size="1"]NOW THE DARK BEGINS TO RISE. SAVE YOUR BREATH IT'S FAR FROM OVER. LEAVE THE LOST AND DEAD BEHIND. NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO RUN FOR COVER. I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD. I JUST WANT TO LEAVE IT COLDER. LIGHT THE FUSE AND BURN IT UP. TAKE THE PATH THAT LEADS TO NOWHERE. ALL IS LOST AGAIN, BUT I'M NOT GIVING IN[/font][/font][div style="width:370px;text-align:right;line-height:10px;font-size:35px;text-transform:lowercase;"][font face="pristina"][i][b][font color="660000"]i will not break,[/font][/b][/i][/font][/div][/div]
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[div style="width:350px;background-color:#000000;text-align:justify;padding:10px;border-left:5px solid #660000;border-top:5px solid #660000;border-bottom:5px solid #660000;border-right:5px solid #660000;line-height:10px;font-family:nyala;font-size:12px;color:808080;"][i]Clink-swoosh… clink-swoosh… clink-swoosh…[/i] [font color="F00000"]"Well, wot do we 'ave 'ere..."[/font] the pyrokinetic mused as he came to a stop outside a house. The Brotherhood tracker better have been right about this, because this had been Pyro's second visit down south, and the previous one hadn't exactly gone according to plan. But, then again, he had been stuck with what-Gollum-might-have-been-like-if-he-was-a-pyrokinetic, and... well, that 'pathetic blonde'. There really was no question why Pyro was here, the pyrokinetic was becoming thoroughly fed up with his teammates. There wasn't a single one he could rely on. They were either insane, useless or... emotionally unstable. That was definitely the term he'd use to describe Tabitha Smith, anyway. As for Mishka... well, she was more emotionally useless at this point.
The only time Pyro could recall the Brotherhood being at all stable was when Quicksilver was running things, and while the pyrokinetic might have had his misgivings about the speed demon, more and more, he was starting to miss his old teammate, and one of the few people he would actually call a friend, even in light of all that had happened on Asteroid M. He'd seen the reports, and knew where to find Quicksilver. All he required at that point was a tracker to pinpoint his exact location, which brought Pyro here, to some house, in New Orleans.
Finding his speedy teammate was one thing, figuring out what he was doing in a house was another, and as a result, the blonde Australian stifled a wave of laughter at the image that appeared in his head of Quicksilver, sipping tea, in a bonnet. His one time friend had been that loony last time they spoke, something John would see remedied as soon as possible. The last thing the Brotherhood needed was another nut job, but at least Quicksilver was a useful nut job. [font color="F00000"]"Roit... 'ow ta go abou' this..?"[/font] Pyro pondered, folding his arms across his chest, whilst stroking the edge of his chin with his index finger. Of course, he already knew exactly how he was going about this.
With a smirk, he slid the lid off the Zippo lighter in his hand, before spinning the flint wheel and dropping the object on the edge of the lawn, eyeing the flame atop the metal trinket until it grew greatly in size, and was sent sweeping across the lawn accordingly. The front lawn was first swallowed up in the yellows, oranges and reds of the flames, before Pyro aimed a tunnel of roaring fire at the windows, causing the glass to shatter upon prolonged contact with heat, which was when the real damage was kindled. [font color="F00000"]"Ten... nine..."[/font] John had just started counting down how long he estimated until the house would blow, but as soon as he was opening his lips to say 'eight', a deafening 'BANG' rocked the property.
[font color="F00000"]"... seven, six..."[/font] the pyrokinetic continued to count, as his eyes started to survey the flaming conflagration in front of him for a sign of anything blonde and blurry. Either he had found the right house, and the fire department would be along shortly, depending on how the people in this part of town treated their civic duties, or he had gotten the wrong house, and... well, had just set fire to it for no apparent reason. Pyro had started his fair share of those, but this one had been started with a purpose, and he would be mildly disgruntled if that purpose was flamed out like the property in front of him.
[font color="F00000"]"Oh... come on, Quicksilva... don' 'ave brought me down 'ere for no good reason, mate..."[/font] he muttered, bending down to pick up his lighter from the ground, and just in time to receive a smack across the back of the head. [font color="F00000"]"Ow! Mate, seriously!"[/font] the pyrokinetic growled on instinct, knowing who had been responsible for dealing him that blow, before he was even standing on his feet again. Quicksilver was quicker in everything he did, [i]everything[/i], and because he was faster when it came to hitting someone, it also meant the force put behind it was greater, and therefore hurt more.
[font color="F00000"]"Do ya see me smackin' your 'ead of badly dyed blonde 'air?"[/font] he questioned rhetorically, [font color="F00000"]"I don' think so, chum, so 'ow abou' ya show a bloke da same courtesy!"[/font] he argued, running his fingers through the strands of honey blonde hair, over the patch Quicksilver's hand had collided with moments before, with a distinct pout taking his lips. [font color="F00000"]"Ya say that like I didn' know wot I was doin', mate"[/font] Pyro responded to the speed demon's question, still stroking the back of his head, and still pouting, [font color="F00000"]"Of all da people I know, you're probably da only one capable o' ou'runnin' one o' my little barbies"[/font] he grinned, looking back at his handiwork, before turning his attention back to his blonde teammate again.
[font color="F00000"]"Now, shall we wait for da fire brigade ta get 'ere so I can 'ave some more fun, or would ya ratha we jus' went back ta New York withou' 'avin' 'ad any?"[/font] he asked, until the full realization of where he had managed to find the blonde speed demon hit him. [font color="F00000"]"Wait a minute... wot da bloody 'ell are ya doin' in da south?"[/font] he asked, of all the places he imagined Quicksilver could have been, besides Asteroid M, the south of America was not quite so close to the top of that list. He would sooner imagine Quicksilver having travelled back to Romania before he would come here. The chances of the speedster being dead were more likely than him stopping by New Orleans, and as far as the Scarlet Witch was concerned, that was the fate which had befallen her sibling.
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[b]I WILL NOT BOW[/b] by [b]BREAKING BENJAMIN[/b]
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