<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968</id><updated>2011-09-02T10:13:12.955-07:00</updated><category term='corru'/><category term='Drakulon'/><category term='Nightwing'/><category term='Hotstuff'/><category term='Vampira'/><category term='Justice'/><category term='Vampi&apos;s mansion on fire'/><category term='Brolly'/><title type='text'>Just Catting About</title><subtitle type='html'>*Meow*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-2020755045852991661</id><published>2007-02-27T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:43:59.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampi&apos;s mansion on fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotstuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brolly'/><title type='text'>A busy night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSn8iSn56I/AAAAAAAAACo/JV_AANXLh7k/s1600-h/panart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSn8iSn56I/AAAAAAAAACo/JV_AANXLh7k/s200/panart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036334941745964962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-is-my-son-logan.html"&gt;Goten and Bra came  over…..   "Host Stuff I missing….  No one can find his Ki," Bra was almost in tears and starting to show….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly and I joined the search….  Bra had called Bulma and asked if Logan had harmed HS or seen him….&lt;br /&gt;After looking non-stop all night we met up at Chi Chi's house….  After fresh coffee was passed around we looked at Vampi she was tired and at wits end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miari, Justice isn't answering the damn phone!" Vampi sighed almost as if she realized it wasn't Justice she was angry with, "She has been left at home alone all night, I think I better go….   She probably sat up all night crying with worry about Hot Stuff…. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi kissed Miari as he said that he should call Stark and tell him he WOULD not be in, not until he found his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for his cell he realized the battery was dead and it was off….    "Damn HS could have been trying to call.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi stopped as if she was trying to will into existence that HS did call and leave a message that he was safe at home with Justice…  Plug up the charger, Miari checked his messages he had 20…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi collapsed in tears prematurely in a chair, "&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-is-in-hell.html"&gt;Hot stuff&lt;/a&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miari then realized it wasn't from their son, but from Stark and ….  Black Widow…  He read the Urgent SMS….&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-is-fraid-of-big-bad-corru.html"&gt;   CORRU have returned JUSTICE IS IN DANGER!&lt;/a&gt;  Call me or Fury…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSoSySn57I/AAAAAAAAACw/zQ22yprvdU0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSoSySn57I/AAAAAAAAACw/zQ22yprvdU0/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036335323998054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he read aloud the message I saw him and Vampi's flash with fear….   "Goku Take me and Brolly too.. Brolly can help if the Corru are there!"  I said grabbing him as I saw the finger go to his head and realized he was teleporting Vampi and Miari….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us arrived to find the mansion in flames…..  Brolly flew to get a water truck and the rest of us ran into the mansion….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JUSTICE!" Vampi called and Miari stopped….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her Ki isn't here, Its…..  I think I know where she is.." Miari yelled over the flames ….. Brolly was carrying a water truck and emptied it over the mansion putting out the flames…  The damage is minimal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly hearing a whimper found a dog….  "Its Hoser.." Miari said and then Vampi pointed at Zombie…  They were both alive but injured badly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly took them to a Vet while we teleported to Justice….   A woman named Linda West explained where they found Justice this mourning…. Suddenly our ears was ringing with…  "VAMPI!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The adventure is continued here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt; Vampi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/"&gt;HS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trunks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;a href="http://runasfast-asyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidflash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-2020755045852991661?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/2020755045852991661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=2020755045852991661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/2020755045852991661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/2020755045852991661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-night.html' title='A busy night'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSn8iSn56I/AAAAAAAAACo/JV_AANXLh7k/s72-c/panart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-1305418247425587763</id><published>2007-02-19T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:44:01.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightwing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drakulon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brolly'/><title type='text'>Meeting Nightwing</title><content type='html'>Brolly and I have been living together and dating…  I decided to bring him to Drakulon and introduce him to my clan and tribe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hzI/AAAAAAAAABE/j3E_pUY_LTQ/s1600-h/200px-SsjBroly316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hzI/AAAAAAAAABE/j3E_pUY_LTQ/s200/200px-SsjBroly316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237965954385714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmoJEa4h2I/AAAAAAAAABc/lWhKOwcOorY/s1600-h/broly3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmoJEa4h2I/AAAAAAAAABc/lWhKOwcOorY/s200/broly3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033238932322027362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive in the City where 99.9% of the population are Drakulonians that are like Vampi and not like us metamorphs or shapeshifter if you prefer….  The Empire Dynasty look of ancient china crossed with ancient Rome caught Brolly's eye….  The blood rivers, the symbolic colors of Black and green….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he must have wanted to see Vampira, the Main city of Drakulon but most of my race has never felt comfortable here….&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h1I/AAAAAAAAABU/u2SGc01l4TA/s1600-h/AdultPantha01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h1I/AAAAAAAAABU/u2SGc01l4TA/s200/AdultPantha01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033238404041049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we returned to my tribe and clan still living the ways of old… Like walking into a Native American tribe of ancient times…. I found I had competition with many female members of my tribe and clan…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_tstx_zQsbg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_tstx_zQsbg/s200/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237965954385698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all wanted Brolly…. The girls oohed and awed at him as they pulled him to a river and began stripping him and bathing him…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to leave him to his enjoyment…. I passed by the memorial of my old mentor…  I grew again angry that Lilth had killed her….  I touched the locket she gave me and felt her warm loving eyes watching over  me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room soon I heard the ladies sigh in disappointment and when I turned he was in his non-hulk form…  I could see in his eyes he must of saw me pass by the alter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G700Fx7y7EA/s1600-h/brolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G700Fx7y7EA/s200/brolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237961659418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid next to me…  "You didn't have to leave your fans.. I am sure in a minute it would have gotten interesting..  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4htI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rcoloLqY3WE/s1600-h/AdultPantha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4htI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rcoloLqY3WE/s200/AdultPantha03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033234903642703570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "but I came with you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but I know how you Sayians love to fight and the males of my race do to… Especially when there is a new peacock challenge them for the ladies awe.." I pointed at the noise and commotion outside….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h0I/AAAAAAAAABM/ErpuIN7OVmA/s1600-h/msg-116943362824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h0I/AAAAAAAAABM/ErpuIN7OVmA/s200/msg-116943362824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033238404041049922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be back…" He said with a kiss….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my tribesmen would fight Brolly get beaten and then believe he is worthy to drink with them….  Finally Brolly returned drunk…  I think he likes my village….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4huI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7FBDANWuSXs/s1600-h/Pantha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4huI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7FBDANWuSXs/s200/Pantha03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033234903642703586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed him different oils of passion that can enhance the erogenous zones and the sensation of touch….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2twODi7Mfd0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2twODi7Mfd0/s200/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237961659418386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long vacation we returned…   Seemed we missed several events.. Oh well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching over the night thinking of Brolly a stranger approached….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I thought you were someone else.." He stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and who are you suppose to be?" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmpbka4h4I/AAAAAAAAABs/dG5sacrbrI8/s1600-h/Nightwing_re_done_by_ark47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmpbka4h4I/AAAAAAAAABs/dG5sacrbrI8/s200/Nightwing_re_done_by_ark47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033240349661235074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nightwing.. you?" He smiled approaching with confidence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha of Drakulon…" I said then realized he was flirting….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" He asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besides keeping an eye out for trouble? Thinking of, " okay I said it though it may not be true.. Brolly may not feel that way, "my boyfriend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/cupid-comes-calling-how-much-for.html#links"&gt;Nightwing frowned, "Well that's sad to hear, we could've had a lot of fun together Pantha."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then disappears into the shadows….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For more on today's adventure be sure to visit today's crossovers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Night wing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brolly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-1305418247425587763?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/1305418247425587763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=1305418247425587763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/1305418247425587763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/1305418247425587763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/meeting-nightwing.html' title='Meeting Nightwing'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hzI/AAAAAAAAABE/j3E_pUY_LTQ/s72-c/200px-SsjBroly316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-117053369654126215</id><published>2007-02-03T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:14:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid comes a calling....  (how much for Henchie to hunt and kill the winged fool?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/861647/pabtha3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/320/108084/pabtha3333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been staying at Bulma… Her daughter seems afraid of me.. I do not know why….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and Vince thought milk would keep me from knowing they snuck out.. Not…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my apartment.. Hey Bulma knows where I am if she wants some fun….&lt;br /&gt;I was relaxing in my house when the doorbell rang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door to find Brolly standing with his hair grease and combed back-carrying flowers… In his small boy form…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello.." I said surprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to ask you on a date.."  he said  of course I said yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange though..  He just wanted to hold hands…  We went to the Spring Carnival…. I have to say I had fun…  At the end we were riding the Ferris wheel….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you coming back to my apartment?" I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will escort you home yes, then I will go home…"  He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. what is the deal?"  I folded my arms…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you to see, I want something more than sex…"  I was in shock at his words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"more as in .. what?"  I began to hyperventilate…. "like more as in the L word?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wanted to get off the ride quick so with my feral agility I swung and flipped with kids saying.. Oh cool.. Wow and Brolly behind me saying "don't ever do that kids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/420525/Cheetah-Print-C10095266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/731871/Cheetah-Print-C10095266.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flew up to me… I was in cheetah form…  "Slow down Pantha.. What did I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned quickly transforming .. in fact so fast he slammed right into me .. We landed on the ground romantically piled on each other….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brolly.. I don't do the whole girlfriend thing anymore….  I don't do commitment and I certainly don't do the L word….  I got hurt 3 times it isn't happening again.." I crawled from underneath him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I dated Adam.. okay I knew he and Vampi would end up making up and getting back together.. my mistake I was young what can I say Nightcrawler he just one day forgot about me as if what we had was nothing and storm…."  I had been speaking in one long run on sentence gasping for air I finally stop….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and was back in cat form leaping over cars and darting zigging and zagging through traffic….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was home….  Sometime later I felt his Brolly body sit next to where I was laying on my body…  I love this form but I am starting to like the other form too….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/616274/Pantha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/241748/Pantha03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything just laid next to me and pulled me understandingly into his chest….  I am not sure what came over me but I began to kiss him and then we made love.. Not sex… but…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great stupid heart.. Not again…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-117053369654126215?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/117053369654126215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=117053369654126215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/117053369654126215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/117053369654126215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/cupid-comes-calling-how-much-for.html' title='Cupid comes a calling....  (how much for Henchie to hunt and kill the winged fool?)'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116880591545266933</id><published>2007-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:18:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Son Goku blush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1427/1979/1600/75315/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1427/1979/200/75177/04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku really needs to mind his own business….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting Bulma he appears….  "Pantha, Bulma is my friend and I can not allow you to break her and Vegeta up…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not breaking up anyone.."  I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what happened… betwee…"  He stuttered as if he was having trouble saying it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww the threesome?" I raised and eyebrow… "Goku, give me your word as a hero that you will sit in that chair and not move until I say I am finished and you can go…  and I will listen to what you have to say but after you have to keep your promise and hear what I have to say… all of it…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squirmed and then nodded, "You have my word.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to every word of his lecture and then it was my turn….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goku…  You have no right to lecture me on something you know nothing about… I doubt you and Chi chi has ever had a threesome though I believe it would do her some good… There are just some things a woman can give another woman that men cant…   Unless you have the experience you not in the position to lecture me but you are right… Sometimes 3somes do cause people to break up… but it is when the third party is looking for love and gets emotionally attached or the love between the couple isn't strong…. That isn't the case here…  Bulma and Vegeta love each other and I am not looking for a relationship…  I want to have fun… no strings not collars and leashes…  Just to be able to come and go as I like… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Goku, "The only thing I do is enrich a couples relationship by adding some new spice," my tail caressed his muscular  bicep, "Poor CHI CHI might not be wound so tight and scream as much if she had a female companion to keep her company.. Believe it or not you have a very pretty wife.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shifted in his seat…..   "In fact you and Vegeta could do both Bulma and Chi Chi a favor and have a four-some… As competitive as you and Vegeta are Bulma and Chi Chi would be in heaven…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to speak and I sat in his lap crossed my legs and put my finger to his lips, "Though I somehow have a feeling there are some forms of pleasure you and Chi Chi have yet to discover.. Like tell me Goku do you even know how to use your tail or too…  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered some things in his ear, "and would you like to see Chi Chi with another woman doing…"   I whispered again and the look on his face was priceless….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and said…  "I would be happy to make Chi chi very happy although it would be up to her if you are allowed to watch or not…. After I am done she can surely give you a proper education"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "You can go now."&lt;br /&gt;He wasted no time to leave.. I don't think Goku will ever try to talk to me about sex again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-should-stop-getting-drun_116875506775263013.html"&gt;Bulma I think believes I am a little too clingy…  So I think she needs her space especially after I attacked Brolly…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was the monster that attacked us.. Well he wasn't so I made it up to him….     Imagine Bra's face when she walked in…..  Hey he needs an education too…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116880591545266933?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116880591545266933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116880591545266933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116880591545266933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116880591545266933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-son-goku-blush.html' title='Making Son Goku blush'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116818942920415540</id><published>2007-01-07T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:03:49.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Games....</title><content type='html'>So Carol might be moving out....   &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-and-laughter-for-all.html"&gt;I went to Ana's auction and after the auction I grabbed some bottles of tequila and left with Vegeta and Bulma…&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be heading off to that dumb race…   So we went back to Bulma's place sent the kids to Trunks house and began playing a drinking game….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deck of cards a coffee Mug a quarter an empty bottle and 3 shot glasses we sat around a table and played &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tease the Bitch&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each person gets a shot glass &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The empty mug is set in the center of the table &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;52 cards are seperated in two piles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ace through 3 and all faces cards in one pile called: shots pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4-10 in another pile called the tease pile...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We move clockwise and each person tries to get the quarter in the mug by flipping it with their thumbs…  If they miss they have to draw a card from the shots pile; the number on the card is how many shots you have to take… Ace and all face cards equal 1 shot except:  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One-eyed_jack"&gt;The one eye Jack&lt;/a&gt; : there is 2 and they are wild cards that the player keeps...  Not only do they not have to drink but they can use the card later to get out of drinking…  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Playing_cards"&gt;The suicide king&lt;/a&gt;: The person who draws this face card has to spin the bottle and do a&lt;a href="http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3346"&gt; shiver shot&lt;/a&gt; with the person it points too (NO exceptions which is why it is on the suicide king)  … &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any Queen (also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Bitch&lt;/span&gt; you have to tease her….  Take one shot and draw a card from the Tease pile…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;if the tease card is the same suit as the Bitch, the one drawing the queen has to start at their left and count around the table  the number of the Tease card skipping themselves…  (For example if I got the Q of hearts and then my tease card was the 5 of hearts then I would start with the person at my left ~which is Bulma~ and count around the table as so... one Bulma 2 Vegeta I would be skipped 4  Bulma 5 Vegeta so it would fall on Vegeta) Then they have to tease and please the person in the way the person wants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; if the tease card isn't the same suit you only take a shot… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the quarter does get in then the person can chose a person to drink instead .If that person doesn't have a wild card they have to draw a card from the shot pile, If they do have a wild card they can chose who has to do it in their place… The wild card is returned to the shot pile and the shot pile is reshuffled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cards from the shot pile have to be reshuffled anytime a face card is drawn and returned to the pile…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going to do this or not!" Barked Vegeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know we could let you go train and let it be just me and Bulma." I say and for a moment he looked disappointed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma giggled, "So shall we then… I think I understand…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Vegeta on the right of me and Bulma on the left, Vegeta started the game…  The Quarter went in and he choose me to drink…  I pulled a card and it was an ace….   So I took my shot of tequila and then flipped the quarter and it went in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta…." I smiled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bah!" He drew a card, "3"….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bulma put the quarter in and draws a card, "Vegeta again…"&lt;br /&gt;This time he draws a normal Jack…  We reshuffle the cards…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta gets his quarter in and this time he has Bulma drink.   She draws her card…  "Duce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my quarter in and again have Vegeta drink, maybe he will start to loosen up though I doubt it… He pulls a card, "another duce…"&lt;br /&gt;Bulma misses and has to drink a shot after she pulls an Ace…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta gets it in and has me drink two shots after I pull a duce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it in and Vegeta has to drink a shot from a normal King… The cards are reshuffled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma gets in and Vegeta has too drink 3 shots from the 3 he pulled… Vegeta now has 10 shots under his belt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is talking but Bulma is already giggling…  Vegeta misses and then pulls a Queen of hearts…&lt;br /&gt;He smirks as he looks at Bulma and slowly pulls a nine of spades from the tease pile….  He takes his shot and the cards are reshuffled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my quarter goes in I make Vegeta drink and he pulls the suicide King…   He pulls the bottle and spins it…  It lands on Bulma and I watch as she gets to shiver and he takes the shot….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards are reshuffled and Bulma tries to get her quarter in but it bounces out…"2" Now Bulma has 5 shots to Vegta's 12 and my 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drinks  and Vegeta who now has a big grin on his face almost misses the cup with his quarter… but after going in, he points to me and I draws a Queen of diamonds and my tease card is the 10 of diamonds… I was silently counting but Vegeta points to Bulma and slurs out loud, "1", points to himself, "2", to Bulma, "3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. Himself&lt;br /&gt;5… Bulma&lt;br /&gt;6…. Himself&lt;br /&gt;7… Bulma&lt;br /&gt;8… Himself&lt;br /&gt;9….Bulma…&lt;br /&gt;10… Himself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then throws up the table and swirls me around on top of Bulma with him and her sandwiching me … As I am looking into Bulma's face she smiles.. "I guess we are through playing. He never was much for games"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116818942920415540?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116818942920415540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116818942920415540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116818942920415540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116818942920415540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/01/drinking-games.html' title='Drinking Games....'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116585793879025028</id><published>2006-12-11T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:29:41.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME INVASION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/1600/498266/iron_160-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/200/499220/iron_160-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/12/agent-warbird-personal-journal.html"&gt;Can someone tell me why Tony Stark is in my shower and living in my apartment ??? OKay, I know why and Carol is going to drive me nuts.... &lt;/a&gt; If you have read her little whine post, then you know that Logan died.... Now she has Tony living with us???   okay look why don't Tony just move the annoying girl and her baby to his place...  he does have a place don't he?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/787180/issue7_pantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/417587/issue7_pantha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Vampirella and told her.. &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-of-lover.html"&gt;Poor SHI...&lt;/a&gt; also poor me but only because of Carol ....  but I dont want to talk about that... I want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time of the year….   Christmas…. Of course my clan on Drakulon has a similar holiday around the same time….  It is called  Faelshing, roughly translated as Mother Winter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of my tribes live in the mountains this is the time of the first real snow…  Just before the great sleep….   The trees sleep, all the animals stay in their den and we stay in our tribe…  This is also the time of many births…   Most all the animals have the young during this time as do many of my people…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/327755/group.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/763897/group.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we celebrate the time with a festival….  &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2006/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-five.html"&gt;This year I was invited to a Christmas Party  on board the enterprise………&lt;/a&gt; This was before Logan got himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;Boy did I have fun… &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/256329/Image5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/328708/Image5.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Klingon warriors were so …. Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Look out people because the Cat is in the market for a new love…  Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should visit the Klingon home World....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/133928/henry-muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/987977/henry-muscles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116585793879025028?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116585793879025028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116585793879025028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116585793879025028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116585793879025028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-invasion.html' title='HOME INVASION!'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116544334846787784</id><published>2006-12-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:15:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird:  Death of a lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/12/dammit.html"&gt; I was in my office… I get a call….  "Logan is dead…"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"It just happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stormed from my office…..   the rest of the conversation was ringing in my head….&lt;br /&gt;"HOW?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mutant cure we think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is my fault….  I couldn't breathe….   I walked into a bar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi ya I am &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/20443875"&gt;Buzz the Bartender&lt;/a&gt; what would like?" he smiled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doubled Vodka, with a bottle of tequila…" I say….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it… I should of known… I gave Creed that cure….  I lifted the glass to my lips… a hand covered it forming a barrier between my lips and the fluid inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn…" I turned to face Tony….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/1600/690776/tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/200/404753/tony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't do it Carol…  I know your upset about Logan.. we are all currently in shock this mourning." Tony said calmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind your own business Tony." I tried to life the glass again and he grabbed my arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Carol, if not for you for yours and Logan's baby." He cradled my face when I burst into tears and pulled me to him kissing me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started out to be a casual comforting kiss got heated in passion and became deeper and more intense….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember leaving the bar or getting in the cab… I do remember knocking over some stuff when we entered my apartment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony ripped my clothing off, trailing kiss down my bodice….  ….  We laid together after for a long time… It was around noon…   "I think we should just take the day." Tony said and then a call came for him on his cell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it Stark where are you?" Fury screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slipped out of the room but I could still hear him, "With Carol. I don't think she should be alone after Logan's death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn on the damn TV!" Fury yelled….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was covering a battle….  Tony changed and put his armor on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will change into Warbird!" I yell….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Carol… you are with a child..:" He said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to cry, "I don't know if I want this child, you don't get it Tony…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol…  I will be here…..   I will help you….   I have to go… you stay and please don't fall off the wagon…" Tony left after giving me a very passionate kiss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do now was watch… As friends and colleagues fought this Superboy prime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2006/12/return-of-superboy-prime.html"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runasfast-asyoucan.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-ones-left-seemed-to-be-those-who.html"&gt;Kidflash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/12/prime-destruction-pt-2.html"&gt;the Sayians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick Fury and SHIELD agents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116544334846787784?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116544334846787784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116544334846787784' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116544334846787784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116544334846787784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/12/guest-poster-warbird-death-of-lover.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird:  Death of a lover'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116413500816747553</id><published>2006-11-21T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:50:08.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster- Warbird: it takes two part3: its a boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/102637/carol12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/200/414241/carol12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creed wanted the mutant cure…  I gave him the cure for a sonogram picture.. I figure it would buy me sometime…  He promised it was to be used against Logan but if it is that is okay…  If he isn't a mutant then the SHI won't be interested. I am sure that is the only interest she has, that and ruining my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/11/findin-this-punk-is-harder-than-i.html"&gt; I haven't been able to get a hold of Logan…&lt;/a&gt; I copied the sonogram and sent it to his cell phone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/954173/sonogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/954173/sonogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/200/369448/sonogram.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought you would like to see your unborn son, yes it is a boy. Shame he wont have a father…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed came to see me again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it creed! I could loose my job and be thrown in jail. What is it you want!" I screamed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cure needs something to work…  " Creed snarled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It what?" I was surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry doll. Only a few know this. I came to make you a deal…  " He lit up a cigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "Oh no I gave.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn’t get the full cure… SO technically you haven't made good but I was going to overlook that…  See you're not thinking babe… You can only fool dumb and hairy for so long… You want him to marry you then you better start smelling pregnant and I can help…"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/34367/4ad75af5-846e-41f7-9f3a-aecc8c8f7b8a.medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/200/546575/4ad75af5-846e-41f7-9f3a-aecc8c8f7b8a.medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Creed with disgust…  He grinned, "Don't flatter yourself! You're not my type… Weapon X has something left over…  They have a whole fridge full of frozen little Logan wannabes. I can get one… For the rest of what I need and I can even find a Dr to implant it in you… think it over call me tonight here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left and I looked at the number… He was right..  but how far did I want to go with this charade…  &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/11/russian-roulette-part-1.html"&gt;Nick was in the nuthouse&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-careful-what-you-wish-for-part-1.html"&gt; Natasha in a coma&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/11/vegeta-mirai-after-math-civil-war-evil.html"&gt; Tony was the new director…&lt;/a&gt; I thought on this... What it would mean for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is just what I need to get him back and&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-lullabye-part-2-search-for-lawyer.html"&gt; get rid of her….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116413500816747553?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116413500816747553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116413500816747553' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116413500816747553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116413500816747553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-warbird-it-takes-two.html' title='Guest Poster- Warbird: it takes two part3: its a boy?'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116343121946939581</id><published>2006-11-13T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:36:59.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 2: enters Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-we-danced.html"&gt;The unpleasantness of the last few days has been hell... Things didn't go as I expected at the Fade's Party.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning and had my breakfast... I was rushing out the door, not wanting to be late... I opened the door and ran face to face with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan, This is a surprise. What do you want?" I stated a bit annoyed as I fiddled with my keys to lock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said we should talk and you are right," he paused, "Can I drive you to work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "You're not on that motorcycle are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I am in my pickup." He smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch, I was running late and Fury wanted us all in earlier for some huge staff meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the elevator with Logan... "I am sorry that you are... Damn it Carol, it was never my attention to hurt you. I continue to tell you it is over between us, but you just wont listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK!" I yelled "If you came to give me more of this we are not together and wont be lecture save it.. I am running late for work.." I turned away from his truck and walked toward my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan grabbed my arm..."Carol I haven't came to give you a lecture... Come on I will drive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in his truck and we headed off. Things were quiet for a short time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, I know you do not believe me about the poison.. " he stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on Logan I know ..." I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, its true. I am on my way to speak to old one eye now about the fake Spiderman and I have spoken to the real one already." Logan growled, "I am sorry about what happened... I am sorry to Ana and ....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine you are sorry okay can you just pull over and let me out, I think I will walk to work...." I was getting sick of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not pulling over and letting you walk in this weather especially in your condition. Carol, I didn't come to argue... Damn it I just wanted to tell you the baby will want for nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Except a father." I spat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it what do you want?" He yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I want...  " I cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't going to happen, we are over and have been for a long time. Why can't you move on?" he growled, "What do you want for me to buy a house where you, the baby, Laura and I can live? Even if I did that we would have separate rooms and wouldn't be together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, you know don't worry about us. Let me out!" I yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Doll you wanted to talk..." Logan yelled back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my strength to kick the truck door off its hinges and flew out of his truck and headed to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came in Colonel Fury said after our meeting he wanted to speak with me about my pregnancy... Great... Now I got to somehow get pregnant but how can I do that with Logan deciding for us not to be together... Colonel Dane walked in so I guess Nick will lecture me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my office... "hello Miss Danvers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creed?" great.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116343121946939581?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116343121946939581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116343121946939581' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116343121946939581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116343121946939581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-warbird-it-takes-two-part_13.html' title='Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 2: enters Creed'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116284153060351627</id><published>2006-11-06T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:19:04.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 1</title><content type='html'>I arrived at the Party…  I was mingling when &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/11/kids-are-strange.html"&gt;Nick &lt;/a&gt;walked over…   "You feeling okay Carol…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am fine…" I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-we-danced.html"&gt;I then saw Logan dancing with Ana…&lt;/a&gt;  I waited for him to walk away and went to speak with him…&lt;br /&gt;"Logan you can't keep avoiding me." I whispered,  "Logan I have something to tell you ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-time-at-civil-war-party.html"&gt;" Look darlin'" He answered in a husky growl. " What happened to between us was a mistake. I was drugged by this damned fake Spider-man . I didn't know what I was doin.' "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm pregnant" I shoved the papers at him, didn't know what he was doing? I guess he think I am stupid… I know of his healing factor…  He just stared down at them. "I just thought you should know. However I guess it doesn't matter to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, it could be Scott's or Steve's…." He was stiffing me, I knew he was sniffing for the baby…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I am not that far along for it to be theirs… Thanks you I know who the father of my baby is.  Logan you the last person I expected to be like this…  At least you could come up with a lie better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I was drugged&lt;/span&gt;'."  I was very upset and Logan instead of talking just shoved the paper I handed him in his pant pockets and walked off…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that didn't work… What power does this Japanese woman have?  I needed a drink… Screw rehab… What would one drink hurt…  I walked over to the other bar, then Scott approached and took me up into his arms, "Hey Beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/1600/Image8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/200/Image8.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott… Now is not a good time." I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spun me around to the dance floor and pulled me close, "Something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and laid it against his chest,&lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/apparently-logan-did-na-have-time-to.html"&gt; there was something different about Scott.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw you talking to Logan, is it him?" Scott whispered as he caressed my hair… "Want me to put him in his place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Scott…    Well I guess you should know. While you been away , &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-good-old-days.html"&gt;he and I…&lt;/a&gt;.  Well it seemed as he wanted me back…  Now he doesn’t but I am …   pregnant.  He doesn't seem to care."  I shook my head, "Doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bastard! Don't worry…  I will look after you….  And  the …..  baby.  Don't get upset it will be alright." Scott held me tighter, he definitely was not the same…. "Carol…  Let me take you home, I just need to say good bye to someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/1600/XMUN011_COV_COLOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/200/XMUN011_COV_COLOR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and walked away stopping to say good bye to Peter Parker and asked that he tell Fade I had a wonderful time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Scott talking to Nick, my guess is he is telling him he will be returning to the Agency soon.&lt;br /&gt;After we got to the apartment I discovered that Scott definitely was different…  Amazingly so…&lt;br /&gt;I awoke several hours later and over heard him on the phone….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UNACCEPTABLE Logan!  I don't care.. you can not treat her like that. I never figured you for a coward or someone that ran away from his responsibilities! But you always have had commitment issues having you…" Scott pulled the phone from his ear and then replies, "yeah well," then he mimicked Logan, "anytime bub!" Slamming the phone down he repeated, "Bastard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott you shouldn't.." I stated and he rose placing his hand over my mouth…  "shhhh…  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great… Logan is probably going to kill Scott now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116284153060351627?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116284153060351627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116284153060351627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116284153060351627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116284153060351627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-warbird-it-takes-two-part.html' title='Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 1'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116269159928794541</id><published>2006-11-04T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:11:30.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/grandpamunster_narrowweb__300x396%2C2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/grandpamunster_narrowweb__300x396%2C2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/11/party-at-fades-place.html"&gt;I arrived at the Mansion ….  "Hi Vampi, where is your old man at?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"getting ready for the Party…" She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Wolfgang fiddling with his tie. He was wearing the formal dress for a Drakulonian Count.  "Ready old Man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, you're not wearing a dress?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope… I like to be comfy.." I purred…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived I began to move around and scope the place for older women….  I couldn't believe there was NONE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-let-out-me-breath-slowly.html"&gt;"Hey guys! Kon-el is in the building!" Superboy came boasting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw Fade… he walked over and sat in a dark corner … he looked sad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Papa Wolfgang walk over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my young man. I am Count Wolfgang Dracula.  Vampi's father. I wanted to thank you for inviting me." Sometimes Wolfgang reminds me of Napoleon..  He actually knew Napoleon….. but don't ask him to tell you or you will have to sit through hours of stories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glad you could come.." Fade replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is with the frown my lad.." He said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting that Fade confided in Wolfgang about his problem, "My girlfriend is mad at me and I may have lost my best friend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My boy, You are young… things will work out…  Be thankful your not as old as I am… and alone..  Give that girl a flower and tell her how you feel…  Go on now my boy find your lass.." Wolfgang stated.. and then sat in a dark corner alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to grab him and start introducing him to ladies &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-shield-turns-part-1-getting-logan.html"&gt;when I over heard a conversation between Carol and&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked… I looked at &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt; who was getting a glass of wine….  &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/11/fading-party.html"&gt;Then I saw Maggie and Henchman enter…&lt;/a&gt;.. I looked at Xavier who was shaking Vegeta's hand……    Oh the night is going to get good….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormed then walked over, "hey pretty lady.. Care to Dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In front of an audience?" I purred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look I missed you.." She said dragging me to the dance floor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Wolfgang….   Where are all the old ladies when you need them…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116269159928794541?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116269159928794541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116269159928794541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116269159928794541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116269159928794541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/party-for-two.html' title='Party for two'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116254236597603129</id><published>2006-11-03T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:26:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let' Party</title><content type='html'>I get home and find an invite… Hmmm this should be fun….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116254236597603129?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116254236597603129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116254236597603129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116254236597603129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116254236597603129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-party.html' title='let&apos; Party'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116194735841595094</id><published>2006-10-27T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T04:11:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa Wolfgang Awakes</title><content type='html'>So I visited my village… After the funeral ritual for the old mother I returned to the hospital…&lt;br /&gt;They were taking Wolfgang from his tank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is he Dr?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is finally responding. The Count is old but he is tough." The Dr stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to the head Dr &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/10/wetworks-report.html"&gt;I called Vampi&lt;/a&gt;. She was relieved that he was doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat reading when I heard a murmur…  "Justice… Justice." Wolfgang stirred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolfgang, it is okay. You're on Drakulon." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Wingy?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi is on Earth, Justice is still missing but they have people looking for her." I stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh this is all my fault. If only I was like Vegeta, this wouldn't have happened. Instead I am a joke. If my granddaughter dies, it is my fault." He trembled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolfgang, it isn't your fault. It is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s. Listen don't worry. It is going to be okay." I stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have died." The Count was sad still, "I now am only to aware of my loneliness. But what is an old man to do but get older." He stated. The drugs in him kicked in and he slept…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have to find this old man a girlfriend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looks like I will be returning home to Earth soon…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116194735841595094?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116194735841595094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116194735841595094' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116194735841595094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116194735841595094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/papa-wolfgang-awakes.html' title='Papa Wolfgang Awakes'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116156330403474365</id><published>2006-10-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:28:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Vampi</title><content type='html'>"Well you could come over and we could take some whip cream cover your body Ro and I would," I was talking to Storm my girlfriend on the phone, just then it beeped… "that is call waiting one sec." I switched over, "Hello:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/10/father-knows-best_20.html"&gt;Pantha this is Vampi. I need your help. Fury is using S.H.I.E.L.D. resources to fly Dad to Drakulon.&lt;/a&gt; If you could fly with Wolfgang, I would be grateful." Vampi had been crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, how long will you be a prisoner to Earth?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not sure I need to be here for a few months, Then I can travel for short periods." Vampi sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a while after I told Storm I had Vampi and she needed me to travel with her Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed and left a message for Carol…  &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-good-old-days.html"&gt;I think she is with Logan on a date. &lt;/a&gt;Then I waited for Agents to pick me up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang didn't look so well.  As soon as we arrived to Drakulon I followed as the brought him in and merged him in the tank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang in there Wolfgang." I said as I took a seat in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a long distant call, "Hi Ro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is he doing?" She asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looks rough. How are things there?" I questioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Worm keeps  drooling around me, Men are dogs." She spits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would have thought you would have fried Kurt by now." I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried the worm keeps Bamf out of the way." She growled, "T&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-many-plots-so-little-time.html"&gt;he Destroyer had knocked me out&lt;/a&gt;, I …."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ro' ? what is that..:" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/10/x-men-vs-kodiak-begins.html"&gt;Suddenly the phone went dead……..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116156330403474365?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116156330403474365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116156330403474365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116156330403474365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116156330403474365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/helping-vampi.html' title='Helping Vampi'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116129527627153366</id><published>2006-10-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:01:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy cat</title><content type='html'>Okay let me just say… &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/10/parents.html"&gt;Yes I did call Trunks about Bulma…&lt;/a&gt;  Hey she is pretty…  If they do get back I still want her to call me…  If she doesn't want to share Vegeta no problem , if he wants to watch its up to her …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about watching my ex boyfriend &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-in-my-office-this-afternoon.html"&gt;Nightcrawler set up video camera and filmed a night I was with Storm…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-about-to-destroy-nightcrawlers.html"&gt;I found out Xavier had them…&lt;/a&gt;  As I walked in I saw &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/id-had-bloody-long-day.html"&gt;Fade&lt;/a&gt; walking out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come IN." Xavier sounded furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and he shifted a bit as he slammed a drawer closed,  I growled, "Videos! Hand them over now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Videos?" Xavier said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little telepathic bird told me now, give them!" I demanded…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just about to destroy them…" He claimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure…  Videos please…"  I said with my hand out stretch, he handed me the videos…."and the copies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" unfortunately,  I don't have any …  er I mean….  Those are it." He stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and showed Storm…  She said something about frying Kurt as she left… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to call Bulma and ask if she would like to go out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116129527627153366?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116129527627153366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116129527627153366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116129527627153366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116129527627153366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/copy-cat.html' title='Copy cat'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116111906684994299</id><published>2006-10-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:04:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going to a party</title><content type='html'>So I was lazing around talking to Storm on the phone and cleaning up after Carol, She is real messy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2006/10/300th-post.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got a call…   "Pantha, you are invited to a 300th post party…" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool I thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got there I took the arm of Riker I saw the Troi woman frown so I grabbed her arm… "Do either of you speak French?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast with several officers, we talked and danced and played a few games…   &lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/stolen-kiss.html"&gt;Then I saw Black Widow&lt;/a&gt;, I thought it was time I had given her my 2 cents worth about SHIELD especially since &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/10/lonely-heart.html"&gt;Vampi wasn't in the mood…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I returned home to find both Carol walking out of her bedroom only she wasn't with Scott…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/3742/1600/100_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/3742/200/100_1370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what happened to the Cyclops?" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Scott isn't my boyfriend we are dating from time to time but we have a pretty open relationship, his request, though not many women seem to be challenge me especially now that he is hanging out with that Hudson…  &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/10/funeral.html"&gt;Anyhow he saw Danny bringing one of the x-men home and well the rest of the night he couldn't&lt;/a&gt; …. Let's just say he was distracted and out of pills…  So I told him about Fade's offer and that &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/"&gt;he should take Fade up on it&lt;/a&gt;…   We had a fight and I said fine call me when you are not so … easily distracted….   Steve asked to take me home from the office and we were talking about the past…  and….  Well Captain America like Logan don't need pills… if you will excuse me…"   Carol said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is anyone Carol hadn't had a relationship with…  Logan, Tony Stark,  Scott and of course and on and off one with Steve….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need a nice bubble bath…  Too bad there is no one worth joining me around…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116111906684994299?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116111906684994299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116111906684994299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116111906684994299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116111906684994299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-to-party.html' title='going to a party'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116051013207761338</id><published>2006-10-10T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:55:32.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 2 the trouble with Ogun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/SHRCard.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/SHRCard.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I meet with the Colonel and Fury sent &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/cyclops-agent-of-shield.html"&gt;Scott on a mission&lt;/a&gt; while he sent me &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wake-up-and-everything-goes-to-hell.html"&gt;with a fake Fury to meet with Captain America…   and Logan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things was going so so when suddenly Thor appeared only it wasn't him… I was tossed like a rag doll and this thing went after Logan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-ogun-possesd-thor-clone.html"&gt;Though I blast it several times, this thing isn't letting up… Finally Logan killed it… I was ordered to meet Fury, it seems we are going after Stark…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was helped up my Steve, he caressed my hair… "You okay Carol…" I smiled, "Sure."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/war22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/war22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest-part-1.html"&gt;I went to Logan and told him we had to head to West City and why…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We piled up in my car and Logan insisted on driving, which I hate because it's new and he will scratch he always does…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because it gave Steve time to, well ask me about our past…  I liked Steve but he just isn't Logan neither is Tony… I dated both…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO you an Scott Summer? Here I thought he was gay…" Steve said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't be to sure he isn't." Logan said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous?" I asked cuddling close to Logan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan shrugged me off, "Carol we have been through this, I am with Ana…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really I thought you were with SHI….   So Are you two timing or is SHI and Ana the same?"  I asked cleverly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan growled at me and Steve put an arm around me, "So this Cyclops, is he treating you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, he treats me good." I stated, "Though I think he likes someone else…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally as anticipated  Logan scratched my car as pull up to the Capsule Corp…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116051013207761338?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116051013207761338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116051013207761338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116051013207761338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116051013207761338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/guest-poster-warbird-capt-america-part_10.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 2 the trouble with Ogun'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116009369008871041</id><published>2006-10-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:33:32.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 1 the meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/SHRCard.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/SHRCard.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/09/agent-warbird-womans-job-is-never-done.html"&gt;My time with Scott was interrupted...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and Logan tried to cover my mouth as Scott enters Wolverine trips him and knocks him out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/diva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/diva1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/civil-war-visit.html"&gt;" Now we had plenty O' time for Cap ta say his piece." Logan growls I shrug him off…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not listen to you two! DO you know what would happen to me if I am seen with you? DO you know they arrested Colonel Fury?" I yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol you were never one to be afraid of things like that… Please I just need to talk to you… and I need you to deliver a message." Captain America stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I folded my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on now Carol, even you have to see Stark is off his rocker." Logan said, "and don't think I don't know who had Ana arrested,. I am still fumin about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could do better, as for Stark….   I have known Tony a long time but lately…"  I said&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Ms.Marvel-fixxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/Ms.Marvel-fixxed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, SHIELD has some people who are corrupt, they only want to register heroes to use them as weapons…  We can't allow this." Steve stated pulling his mask off and sitting on Charles desk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you start a war? Hurt innocent people? Break the laws?  Look I don't really like the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/capt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/capt.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; registration act and I know Colonel Fury don't like it but…. And I emphasize but…. It is the law..  How can we be heroes if we don't obey the law… I don't know…"  I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, do you think you can talk Fury into seeing me?"  Steve shift his weight as he asked me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down and helped Scott up, "I don't know…  What do you want me to tell him? Scott and &lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbidden-fruit-part-4-coma.html"&gt;I could try to see him afte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbidden-fruit-part-4-coma.html"&gt;r&lt;/a&gt; .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Scott and I stood listening to Captain America and Logan….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116009369008871041?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116009369008871041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116009369008871041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116009369008871041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116009369008871041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/guest-poster-warbird-capt-america-part.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 1 the meeting'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115984127057878393</id><published>2006-10-02T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:07:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 4: the 4 snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dragon_Thingy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dragon_Thingy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I agreed to go to the four Elemental Dragons and get the four snakes…  The Four Snakes were 4 statues that acted as gate guardians and could kept Lolth from ever leaving the Demon pits and the Drow from leaving hidden Earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Dragon would send me to each Dragon it was my job to convince them to give me the snake they possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Frost_Wyrm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Frost_Wyrm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I will send you first to the Wind dragon, to the west," The Sun Dragon stated as he opened the portal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered and quickly found myself … well I wasn't sure where , to describe it would be like to be in the sky or a wind tunnel… The wind blew from four directions  Soon the large Dragon appeared like smoke before me…  I bowed as one should always respect the ancient creatures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragon of  Wind, I am blessed and honored. My name is Pantha of Drakulon. Recently Lolth ..:" I began to explain, knowing Dragons don't like to have their time wasted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolth, attacked the sun Dragon and bringing the Age of Eternal Night released Lilith.  She has broken the balance, which must be maintained, between light and dark, what is it that you want of me…" The Dragon asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I seek the 4 snakes, to imprison the Drow to hidden Earth." I say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can not give you the 1 of the 4 snakes which I have, "He raised his paw creating a tornado vortex, "but if the other Elemental dragons place their snakes, I will place mine to activate the guardians 4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His paw com down on me and I was back at the Sun Dragon, "You do not have the Snake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No but if the other Dragons will put theirs in place he will do the same.." I answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/20d_dragonbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/20d_dragonbath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, "Next the Dragon of water, to the North"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in the water and ice, it was so cold.   "Hello?"  My voice echoed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can hear you,"  The Dragon stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolth has been…"  I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know and if all the Elemental Dragons will place their statues I will place mine as well, no sense to do so if one refuses."  The water Dragon splashed and I was sent back to the sun dragon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dragon_head_Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dragon_head_Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next will be The Dragon of Fire, here to the East…" I was sent to a place that was like being sent to the center of the sun…  There was fire all around and I felt as if I was in an oven…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me the Dragon came, "The Wind and Water….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As will I." The dragon said as it blew smoke and I was returned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/naturedragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/naturedragon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The final Dragon, the Dragon of the South, the Earth Dragon…"  The Sun dragon stated as he sent me to the last dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome Pantha of Drakulon, I am glad that Vampirella found you… The 4 snakes have been put in place…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Full45762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Full45762.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me the 4 snakes….   Unless the Drow or Lolth tries to leave they will look like nothing more than Statues, the Guardians can teleport to statues on Earth that look similar to collect anyone who may get pass them… Their punishment for leaving without their permission is quite harsh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the sun dragon and the Eastern Gryphon carried me home to Earth…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/geo19p129.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/geo19p129.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/09/deacons-bastard.html"&gt;SHIELD &lt;/a&gt;may not like my being here but someone needs to deal with the Vampires, I will not leave it all on Vampi's shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115984127057878393?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115984127057878393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115984127057878393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115984127057878393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115984127057878393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/quest-to-east-part-4-4-snakes.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 4: the 4 snakes'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115957208378435641</id><published>2006-09-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:06:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 3: Healing the Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Gryphon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Gryphon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed to the Gryphon of the East's nest. He rose and coward as he hissed at me.  He stamped his hooves and coward how hissing again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hands, "Easy boy… easy…"  I slowly turned my wrist so my palms faced upward, "I am not going to hurt you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why have you came?" He roared…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/griffon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/griffon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed the vile and pouch with the medicine for the Sun Dragon… "I need you to take me to the Sun Dragon, SO I can heal him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eastern Gryphon sniffed the herbs I carried…  and stamped….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you will carry me, I will explain on our way. If I can not convince you, then drop me to my death before we get to him." I stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gryphon laughed, "What kind of foul creature do you take me for." He titled his head to the side so I could  see his eagle shaped eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged, "Please help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lowered and I climbed on his back…  He flew fast with his powerful wings and I explained what had happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/deathdrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/deathdrag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approached I could see the Drow, they were attacking the Great Dragon…  Transforming into my cat form I leapt down fighting the Drow…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/ss159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/ss159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gryphon also attacked, reaching with sharp talons he ripped the drop in two…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought slicing the Drow with my claws …&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/ss245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/ss245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Drow was dead, I reformed to my normal shape and easily went to the Great Sun Dragon…   The Gryphon spoke to the Dragon in a language I did not know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Black_Panther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Black_Panther.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon laid down and I gave the Dragon the medicine….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with him and looked at the Gryphon. "What do I do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My locket glowed and the old mother appeared….  "Child you must wait now… Vampirella has the Sword of Ra, send the Gryphon to fetch her…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her image faded and I looked at the Gryphon and watched as he flew away I then laid my head in my hands and wept…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you cry child, " The Great Dragon asked me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lilith has killed the old mother of my people….  She may kill more before this is over." I wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon held his head down…. Then I saw Dragon-kin approach….   "Because of you the Drow has failed, so Lilith will fail….  My champions and watchers now know Lolth lives and she will not be able to attack me again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon laid and rested, though he was now protected by the Dragon-kin, I stood watching for any signs of the Drow…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/age-of-eternal-night-part-3-finale.html"&gt;Until Vampi comes and returns the Sword of Ra to the Dragon's eye I will stand watch… I looked to the sky and could see the spirit of the wise one….   I fumbled with the locket she gave me and thought of her….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115957208378435641?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115957208378435641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115957208378435641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115957208378435641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115957208378435641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/quest-to-east-part-3-healing-dragon.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 3: Healing the Dragon'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115921687694678191</id><published>2006-09-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:41:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 2: The Golden East Gryphon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/DesertPlanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/DesertPlanet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed off to the Far Eastern Galaxies in search of the Easter gryphon …. Well actually I headed to the Center of the Universe to reach the Eastern Galaxies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the Gryffon of the East wasn't going to be difficult  with the map I had…  but getting to him would. I needed to find the land in and beyond…  Basically it’s a planet that is within a wormhole….  The planet is like a moon or dessert but with breathable oxygen. The planet has vast amounts of valleys which has many doors spread out… It they look like different shaped mirrors scattered around.  Each door leads to a section with in multiple universes… When you get to the end of the Universe you cross over to another universe, each universe is so fast its like an ant trying to travel an entire planet's territory in just its life span…  In other words it's not possible…. At least not unless you have the help of one of these doors…  Sadly these doors are one way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This normally means that I would never be able to return to my small grain of sand called Drakulon, and though my planet comparing it to the vastness of the Universe, then my planet is but a grain of sand. However it is a gryphon I seek. Gryphons have the power of travel and can  come to this planet of doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the wisest of the wise, the Multi universes connect in a way that creates a sphere. Dimensions is a Sphere of connected Spheres…  The Land in and beyond in with in a wormhole that is in the center of the universe.   Luckily, Earth and her Galaxy; Drakulon and our Galaxy; as well as a few others are near the center of the Universe.  It is still not a skip and a jump away so to get there I will need to use several Alien Portals created like stargates to help jump us across the Galaxies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/gryphon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/gryphon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally when I arrive I search for the right door or mirror what ever you want to call them…  The enchanted Locket the old mother gave me lifts from my chest and is pulled toward the East… I know the door must be there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find what I believe to be the door…   Once I step through I should come to the Planet within the Eastern Galaxy that lies as Far East as you can travel in our Universe.   There I shall find the Gryphon. He will fly me to the Dragon, which lies high in  a cave. I hope I arrive before the Drow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I step through the door I come to the Planet…   I travel and come to the nest of the Gryphon.  Now I must convince him to help me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115921687694678191?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115921687694678191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115921687694678191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115921687694678191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115921687694678191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/quest-to-east-part-2-golden-east.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 2: The Golden East Gryphon'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115874368569281722</id><published>2006-09-20T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:19:44.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/genesis_10_pantha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/genesis_10_pantha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn it seems that Warbird thinks she can take over my blog…  Hmph…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived on Drakulon.&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Council wanted to see me, in fact they insisted…  I can't say I am happy about that… I like Vampi but this whole race has always suppressed and had prejudices against my race…  I didn’t want to have to deal with some uppity monarchs. I just wanted to go home to my village… My Family is at the village of course my race refer to them as a Pride or if you prefer the canine equivalence a pack…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to what seemed forever for these windbags to call me, it finally happened… I explained about the Civil War on Earth and that Vampirella had left and was returning to Drakulon to be Queen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen their faces… A admixture of joy and fear… For years they have wanted her to become Queen but on the other hand it would mean the Royal tri-ad wouldn't be in control of Drakulon anymore. Power would not be share between a balance of the 3 casts. Of course that is their casts, you don't see any of my race on the royal council do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and left them to their gasping and hyperventilating…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my village I found it empty…  Abandoned except for Ouijema (pronounced in my language as wee-G-muh and means the Seer). Ouijema is old and very wise. She is too old to visit the other villages let alone visit another planet so I only get to see her when I come home. Ouijema has been like a mother to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shgeenma Ouijema? Ojue ke tah?" I said to her as I asked what was happening and why the village was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouijema sat at a small table with dusty cookbooks and herbs spilled around and jars of more herbs and strange things. It was next to the fireplace, which was burning, and Ouijema sat staring into her bowl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise woman could crush blue Ute leaves and with a few drops of her blood see the future from that bowl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ouijema?" I called to her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke with a frail voice that cracked and trembled with age not in the official language of the Drakulon but in the language of my race. To translate, "I sent them to somewhere safe. Had them evacuate before she arrives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ouijema before who arrives?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Queen, Soon she will come." Ouijema set her bowl down and picked up a jar of yellow spices…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampirella? But there is no need Vampi is…" I tried to comfort my old mother&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/O_LEDROIT_Academy_Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/O_LEDROIT_Academy_Witch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Kitten, the other. The true Queen."  with her fingers she reached into the jar and took a pinch of yellow spice and threw it into the fire… An image appeared….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/tales-from-lilith-age-of-eternal.html"&gt;Lilith&lt;/a&gt;?" I gasped, "but how?  Did Vampi enter Hades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old mother reached for a jar of blood petals and threw them in the fire. The image of Vampi appeared, "No &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/199.html"&gt;she is in a Galaxy far, far away&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-queen-rise-part-1.html"&gt;Then how has Lilith returned&lt;/a&gt;, " I questioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouijema  grabbed some seeded spice from a pile neatly gathered on her workbench and through it in the fire, black smoke followed a burst of flame, "Unknown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Lilith now?" I was in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/crystal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/crystal.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reaching for a jar of dirt on the shelves next to her, she opened and grabbed some of the Earth that I sent her from Earth. She threw it in the fire and a new image appeared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, The Sun has grown cold, the day has grown dark and shadows now rule the Earth with Lilith." Ouijema reached for a tube "The Earth is in eternal Darkness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://the-demonweb-pits.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-let-dark-rise-part-2-black-sun.html"&gt;How, what happened to the Sun?&lt;/a&gt;" I wondered if this had anything to do with the Civil War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the tube and I shiver as she pulled out spider hairs. As Ouijema threw the hairs into the fire I knew that I didn't need to see who was responsible I knew….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolth, yes I know she was resurrected, I know Great Mother." I sighed hanging my head. I hate the Drow and I hate Lolth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/tlazoteotl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/tlazoteotl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Drakulon Shaman grabbed a wooden box the size of a small jewelry box… when she opened it I saw the scales of different dragons arranged in little compartments. She took a gold scale and threw it in the fire… "It's the Sun Dragon, Lolth had the Drow attack it. It has been poisoned and is sick. Lolth has the Sword of Ra. This is how she has brought eternal night to the Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should fetch Vampi." I said as I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No kitten, there are others who have been given that task. You have a more important task. You see, we are all connected, All life is a single strand, which intertwines with thousands and billions of other strands. When Lolth blackened the Sun she caused an imbalance. This is like cutting a single strand, other strands, which connect and are woven with that strand become weak. Some how Hades power relies on the balance of the Earth. They are connected. There is no telling what other things has been upsetted. Lilith is all-powerful and the Vampires that follow her will be virtually invincible. However, there is still hope as long as the Sun Dragon lives. For as long as the great beast breathes, the Vampires will still be vulnerable to the rays of the Sun. However if the Dragon is killed, the thread can not be prepared, Doom will come from it… Lolth has sent the Drow to kill the Dragon and you must stop this from happening. You must hide the Dragon and protect it. I will send you with healing herbs and medicines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay mother but where do I find…" I sigh kneeling once again at her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/HOMM5_Haven_Creature_Griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/HOMM5_Haven_Creature_Griffin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You will need the help of the eastern gryphon, I will make you a map." Ouijema pulled some old brown parchment that was blank and unused… She set it on her table and from a cup removed a quill. Reaching over she lit the tip of the quill from the fore place and as it caught on fire she placed the burning feather into a bowl of blood. With a soup dipper she dipped the blood and poured it over the paper and then dipped the ashes from of the fireplace put it on the paper to… She then took out a powder puff it was filled with loose powder she said some words and blew the powder on the parchment.  As it settle magically the paper turned into a map of old…. Ouijema handed me the map…  "Go quickly kitten, the Humans wont last and her hatred for our race…  Sooner or later, maybe after, maybe before she has finished with the humans, Lilith will come and in her eyes and twisted mind purify Drakulon by purging it of our race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not fail you Ouijema. Let me help you to safety," I offered and Ouijema shook her head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw in the fire the dried leaves and blood from her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrying"&gt;Scrying bowl&lt;/a&gt; and threw it in the fire, an image f her future shown, Lilth killing the old Shaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" I screamed, "Great mother it doesn’t have to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise woman put her old hand on my mouth, "I am old Kitten, my time has been set Let us not deny the fates. Though you preferred the way of the warrior over that of the Shaman or Mage, you were always my best pupil. Now go Kitten for this will be the last time we see each other in this life, but do not mourn for I will always be with you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut strands of her hair and placed it in an enchanted locket. Ouijema put the locket around&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/HOMM5_PC_3Drender_griffin_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/HOMM5_PC_3Drender_griffin_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my neck. "You can summon me anytime from the stars little one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her hands and then hugged Ouijema, I said my goodbye for this was truly going to be good bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed off to the far Eastern Galaxies in search of the Easter gryphon ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115874368569281722?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115874368569281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115874368569281722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115874368569281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115874368569281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/quest-to-east-part-1.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 1'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115833141335350276</id><published>2006-09-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:27:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird -- Reckon at Sky City</title><content type='html'>I got a call from Nick Fury… He wanted to see Scott and me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I have to…" Scott mumbled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You signed remember, You are a &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHIELD agent&lt;/a&gt; now." I said as I walked next to him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick turned to us, "Aw Good, I hear you have an Invitation Scott to &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-200th-post-party.html"&gt;Vampirella's 200th Post party&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but…." &lt;a href="http://cyclopsthegreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott &lt;/a&gt;stammered…&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Fury what do you need from us?" I asked… "You want us to bring Vampirella back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No we don't want no trouble with the government that governs Sky City. Besides Vampirella's case has been assigned to someone else. I need you to go and watch Logan and Ana." Nick said turning the TV on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood boiled, "That Bitch is behind bars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-is-shi.html"&gt;Not anymore, see we had to release her&lt;/a&gt;. We got some bad PR when SHI showed up while Miss Ana Ishikawa was in custody." Nick pointed to the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it isn't possible." I gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you and Scott to prove that. Do not approach, take camera and observe. Its reckon… understand?" Mr. Fury then waved his hand for us to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left I turned to Scott, "I will meet you at the Party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampirella wasn't happy to see me at the Party. I wasn't happy in seeing Shi all over Wolverine or Ana Ishikawa standing next to SHI. Scott came over and pulled me close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he talked I thought to myself "Hmmm I think that is enough Reckon for today…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute how Scott thought his 10 min best was a big deal, I didn't want to tell him Logan at his best is an all nighter.. Normally the girls have to ask for a break… but Scott is learning ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115833141335350276?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115833141335350276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115833141335350276' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115833141335350276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115833141335350276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-poster-warbird-reckon-at-sky.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird -- Reckon at Sky City'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115793418703856898</id><published>2006-09-10T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:23:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird -- Registering Scott...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/MSMARV008_cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/MSMARV008_cov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-against-thor-and-his-idiot-friends.html"&gt;I was sent by SHIELD with Thor to deal with the Sayians.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all my abilities, I was unable to deal with the small child. Thor was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to SHIELD HQ and Mr. Fury wasn't happy with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you send Wonder whatever to back us? You should have sent someone else, Natasha would have been a good choice." I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch who you are yelling at Miss Danvers," Mr. Furry stated, "Natasha is handling the Drakulon, Pantha. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I could have handled her, after all She is my room mate." I fussed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I want you to go and speak with your boyfriend, If we can get an X-men on the propaganda from it will help us. You can handle him can you not?" Nick stated slamming his fist on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott, of course." I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signaled for some men to enter, "It seems Intel has been slacking and we do not have the correct info on these Sayians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to go get cleaned up. While driving home I called Scott, "Hey babe, I am on my way to my place and I just bought a little black number and looking for someone's opinion. Mind if I model it for you? ….  Scott breathe…. Okay just be at my place in 15 min."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/speak-with-sayian.html"&gt;I went to my apartment and found Natasha sitting with Pantha…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Carol, instead of telling me you just going to send one of SHIELD's other dogs?" Pantha spat at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't assigned to you." I said as I walked into the other room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Ana?" Pantha followed me but Black Widow grabbed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantha pulled from Black Widow and got in her face but Natasha wasn't budging, "Sign these papers and will be satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already told you, I am neutral in this matter. So I am not signing but I will not violate your law either. I will return to Drakulon. As for Vampirella and her children, why not ask her." Pantha pulled away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We would like to just tell us where we can find her." Natasha wasn't letting up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantha began hissing like a cat,  "I have no information to share even if I did I wouldn't share it will with you or SHIELD or anyone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black Widow report to HQ." Natasha's com went off…  The Black Widow looked at Pantha, "You have 24 hours to be off planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Black Widow left Pantha grabbed some belongings and left… I prepared the room with perfume and candles for Scott's arrival…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the knock came at the door I answered it, Scott stumbled into the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/carol10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/carol10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol…" Scott stuttered&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh, come in have a drink with me…" I sat Scot on the couch and handed him a beer, I began kissing his neck and then whispered into his ear, "I need you to sign something for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott's leg was nervously shaking, "What paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its there on the coffee table," I purred as my hands explored under his shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/nxscott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/nxscott.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott lifted the paper, "What is this?  Is this… No no the Professor wants us to remain neu….." Scott's voice slowly raised into a high pitch as my hands slipped under his pants….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://cyclopsthegreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt;, this paper allows us to be together in ways you just can't imagine. If you don't sign we can't be together because you are breaking the law, " I slipped my hand out and unbuckled his belt, "there is not neutral. Either you obey the law or you don't. There is no middle ground…" I then unfastened his button fly, "besides, you’re a man, your own person. Do you really need Xavier to tell you want to do."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/fanart111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/fanart111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott whimpered a bit as I pushed him back against the couch. I kissed him and then whispered as I lifted a pen , "If you sign we can celebrate," I then began kissing his chest moving my head down slightly then lifting it, "You want to celebrate with me don't you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott took the pen and as I moved further down to a more persuasive position I could hear him signing the paper…  I climbed up into his lap and took the paper, checking and confirming that he had indeed signed the paper… "Excellent, let's celebrate now…" I put the paper in the fax machine faxed it to SHIELD, turn off the light and returned my attention to Scott…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Scott gasp, "Oh god I hope the Professor won't be pissed…"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115793418703856898?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115793418703856898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115793418703856898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115793418703856898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115793418703856898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-poster-warbird-registering-scott.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird -- Registering Scott...'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115765464702816802</id><published>2006-09-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:31:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird -- A job to do: part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Top%20Secret%20Logo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/400/Top%20Secret%20Logo%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn it! I told them to wait.  Granted I do not know The Sayians to well. However Ana AKA SHI. I wanted to be there for that little wretch to refuse to abide by the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting for me, Natalia grabbed ' the wasp' and went off to round up the Heroes on her list. SHIELD of course wanted me to snoop around the Xavier Mansion. &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/scott-would-you-please-get-ahold-of.html"&gt;Something was off but they didn't quite know what. I had already told them all I know and that was about nothing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I could spend the day with Scott but I really want to be the one to arrest that little Hussy of Logan's. If she gets arrested I may be able to have my chance to reconcile things with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am not sure as of yet his stand on the Registration act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/orders-from-shield-coming-in.html"&gt;I hear my Russian comrade went after the half Sayian first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to catch up with her….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was leaving an apartment in a crime ridden neighborhood, thus how it gets its name, &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-part-one-family-divided.html"&gt;Crime Alley.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Reaper sign?" I  ask looking around and not seeing the half Sayian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, we will pick &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-part-one-family-divided.html"&gt;Mr. Reaper&lt;/a&gt; up later. Right now I am off to visit your friend." Natalia said handing me the file on Ana Ishikawa AKA SHI&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Image13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/400/Image13.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Widow had let the Sayian escape but I am certain if she doesn’t get him Nick would have the other Sayian pick him up. What was important it was time for me to get rid of my competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/09/owner-of-gallery-arrested-by-shield.html"&gt;I knew SHI wouldn’t sign. She values her alter ego.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, is this X-23 with her in this picture?" Natalia stated…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115765464702816802?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115765464702816802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115765464702816802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115765464702816802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115765464702816802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-poster-warbird-job-to-do-part-1.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird -- A job to do: part 1'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115695098784113548</id><published>2006-08-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:25:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a drink....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/crucify2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/400/crucify2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/confrontation-battle-and-death.html"&gt;I stood paralyzed looking at the morbid site… There was the Magdalena hanging from a church cross…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted us to come to New York but with the rumors many didn’t trust her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-9.html"&gt;She had left with her lover. &lt;/a&gt;Then Vegeta who had argued with Magdalena left for New York as well..&lt;br /&gt;My sources was saying Washington… However at the last minute the signals changed. I think that fox had something to do with it. Now we stood at this site with disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman Logan has taken to shaking up with was holding Logan pretty close as she looked up at this cross now &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-poster-danny-death-of-lover.html"&gt;but earlier her male assistant was putting the moves on Scott.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped out of it as Vegeta attacked Gaia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolx-man.blogspot.com/2006/08/salutations-i-am-dr-henry-mccoy-more.html"&gt;Soon iceman&lt;/a&gt; and Scott joined then I stood and watched helplessly, despite all my power I was helpless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-had-no-trouble-finding-gaia.html"&gt;Iceman shattered into a thousand pieces. Gaia had disposed of him quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott howled and a massive optic blast, carving a passage through the aliens. He charged forward, running straight at Gaia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too late Scott was no more than a pile of Ashes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to charge as did Logan and the rest….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP!" Stormed  yelled. "No one cross the line!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You over power hungry bitch!" I yelled at her, "Gaia killed Scott. We all knew you never liked Scott so why should you care now, but I do!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not see any more of our team die needlessly. Clearly Gaia must die. We need a plan." Storm stated at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No She dies NOW!" I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked up as we saw a great blast… It was Vegeta, he was fighting her now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This battle almost seemed that we would win but then Goku …. Now where was he going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was dust and ash I looked around. &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-is-coming.html"&gt;Gaia was gone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/vendetta.html"&gt;Henchman ported ou&lt;/a&gt;t as &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/regaining-power.html"&gt;did Vegeta…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Goku….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to him jabbing and flailing my fist, "You could have ended this!"&lt;br /&gt;Goku just with great reflexes moves so I could hit him… Logan ran over to me, "Carol! STOP! We can't afford to come undone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell silent and shrugged Logan off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to a demolished building, what was once a bar I could hear SHI arguing with Goku about giving her the Spear, "Damn it Goku it has to be returned to the Church, for the ritual of a new Magdalena!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I was told to keep it." Goku stated there was more but the voices faded as I entered the rubble I look among the shattered broken glass I found one partially broken but still with its contents I lifted the bottle to my mouth and it shattered in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it LOGAN! GO away!" I yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO Carol , Don't do this… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? Look like you were right after all." I said as I picked up another bottle and Logan once again broke it in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, Stop. You have been doing well, I know I have said stuff but…. You know this isn't the answer. We will need you sober." Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him I couldn’t believe how emotional I was getting over Scott, I was merely using him to get to Logan but ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my strength and I couldn’t stop …" I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to have to do this Darlin' but you will thank me later."  Logan said and as I looked at him I saw his fist come at me….   And then darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115695098784113548?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115695098784113548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115695098784113548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115695098784113548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115695098784113548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-drink.html' title='I need a drink....'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115669866592724290</id><published>2006-08-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:11:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Earth -finale---- ?</title><content type='html'>I sat there waiting for this witch to tell me what I wanted to know and She saw me as her little ritual guinea pig…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat listening to her and the drows chanting mumbo jumbo…  Finally I had enough…&lt;br /&gt;I have never much liked the Drow so I took pleasure clawing several of them to bits…&lt;br /&gt;After killing a few I caught the high Priestess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to send her to Lolth when Miari called my name… I threw the drow to the side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi had me and Miari go to get the adamant cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaving Vampi alone. That is awfully brave. You know Ty is a jerk and he only wants Vampi cause she is with you. He is like this child that got tired of a toy and now is mad because another kid is playing with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So..:" Miari stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So don't trust him." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't but I do trust Vampi." Miari stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look I did some checking Vampi left him because, He has a violent side. He gets mad if he doesn’t get his way. That is all I am saying." I turned away, "I can get this don't need your help. I really don't think we will need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi can handle herself…" Miari kept looking out a window…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so what keeps him from say… 'If I cant have you no one will' kind of deal. " I whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi can handle him and besides he is a cop…" Vegeta's boy sounded as if he was trying to convince himself more than me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if you got this then I don't need to be here. I could be better off … Yeah I am going off to help Vampi find this spider." Miari stated and flew off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115669866592724290?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115669866592724290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115669866592724290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115669866592724290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115669866592724290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/hidden-earth-finale.html' title='Hidden Earth -finale---- ?'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115626551651571693</id><published>2006-08-22T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:15:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Earth part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/bluepara1x1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/bluepara1x1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We began our journey toward the darkened realm of the dark elves and Drow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take a while. We stopped for breaks while Borag and Elune scouted for traces of Drow scouts…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/normal_ss41-forests-of-terrokar.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/normal_ss41-forests-of-terrokar.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell rang, &lt;a href="http://bishopshouldgo.blogspot.com/2006/08/bugs-everywhere-man-get-em-off-get-em.html"&gt;Hudson&lt;/a&gt;? Not now….    I checked and it was a Meme, I see warbird got tag as well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I guess I can do this while I wait, Not that we stopped at a Library, but there are these runes. Hmmmm, I guess I do have a book I brought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The book of runes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4. Post the text of it and the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Tag three people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is called for here is to consider your issue with care and awareness. First disperse resistance, then accomplish the work. For this to happen, your will must be clear and controlled, your motives corrected. Any dark corners should be cleansed; this must be carried out diligently and sometimes with expert help.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people huh… &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt; Storm,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elixir&lt;/a&gt; and…. &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goku&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/normal_bloodelf-mage2-terokkar-forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/normal_bloodelf-mage2-terokkar-forest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now back to more important matters…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/WAR_DarkElf.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/WAR_DarkElf.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drow !" Borag yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then we were surrounded by blasts  I felt the dark magic.  It was a Drow Priestess…&lt;br /&gt;Elune charged at the Drow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dark_Elf_2Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dark_Elf_2Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Borag was in a heated battle with a Drow Warrior and I was fighting a Drow female…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/darkelf.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/darkelf.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard my travel companion when they fell by the Drow power…&lt;br /&gt;I continued to fight but soon realize it was futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken captured and traveled with the Drow back to the castle…&lt;br /&gt;As I was traveling over the Drow dark land I took notice of my enemies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/DarkElf_Mykal.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/DarkElf_Mykal.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know why I am here?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silent" the female Drow spat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You unleashed a monster that infected and turned many of your people didn't you." I continued&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/drow.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/drow.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be Silent"! A Drow warrior kicked me forward…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/DarkelfFinal.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/DarkelfFinal.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the guards in front of the Castle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered I could hear the Drow chanting..&lt;br /&gt;I looked for Nikki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood before the Drow Leader, a sorceress….&lt;br /&gt;"You know why I have came?" I asked her but she ignored me as the Drow guards pushed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The amulet didn’t work did it?" I refused to be silent…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dark-Elf.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dark-Elf.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sorceress Demara looked at me, "All who was infected by the Drakulonian Spider was killed, no it didn't give birth to Lolth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dark_Elf_900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dark_Elf_900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Drow who betrayed us and stole the amulet before we could capture the beast has been turned and roams free in your part of Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nikki? Do you have Nikki?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not evil," She sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Says you!" I declared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We only want to return the Earth to her original form… Do you know your history?" She continued to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, but I am not human so my history isn't the one you are referring to." I sneered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/lolth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/lolth.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Once Earth was whole, A world of Logic and Magic. Math, Science and Illusions. A home to Humans, Dwarfs, Dragons, unicorns and more.  Humans choose to embrace logic, abandoned their instincts as being mere petty nonsense, Saw magic as superstition. They claimed Earth as solely there and began to destroy her. Humans became blind to our existence as they stopped believing. A great Dragon divided Earth, Separated the Logic from the Magic. both Parts live within the Sphere known as Earth but they are phased differently and thus separated… When we use Logic and you use magic it creates portals and phases the two parts for a moment. We Drow only wish to make the Earth whole again not Destroy the human plague, only enslave them. Lolth is the answer. She will birth many spiderlings that will cleanse the earth. Rephase it and mend it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are insane!" I yelled, "Lolth will do no such thing, She is a demon Goddess. Lolth will bring darkness and death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darkness yes but death? So you believe what is dark is evil and what is light is good? What of the Sun? Can it not be cruel and cause death?  We merely wish to restore balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have Nikki?" I asked more forceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I did then why would I need you?" She cackled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-demonweb-pits.blogspot.com/2006/08/pantha-will-be-our-sacrifice.html"&gt;I was then taken to the sacrificial chamber where the Drow rocked and danced awaiting for the arrival of Lolth…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115626551651571693?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115626551651571693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115626551651571693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115626551651571693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115626551651571693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/hidden-earth-part-2.html' title='Hidden Earth part 2'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115583996341587814</id><published>2006-08-17T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:43:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster- Warbird--- what a time to be me me'd</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to tag along with Scott and his team... T&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-shuttle-craft-pilot-halt-his.html"&gt;he Proffessor&lt;/a&gt; decided to tag me with this me-me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of it and the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tag three people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great...  I don't have any books and all the books Pantha has belongs to her  friend in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;The one currently at hand is the one I think her friend Novy is reading.  It is called the Encyclopedia of Thia Massage and its with the thia massage workbook... Hmmm looks like school books, yeah I think Pantha said her friend is preparing to go back to school soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, take your hand which was pressing her shin and scoop it under her knee. While again presing her heel into her buttocks, lift the clinets leg off the ground to stretch the quadriceps and hip flexor. repeat this three times with the clinet's exhalations.  Repeat Steps 85-87 for the other side. Correlations with Yoga, Sanskrit: Dhanurasana; English: Bow Pose; Points: Pull on ankles is very gentle to protect knees; inner thighs toward one another; tuck tailbone; spread collarbones and lift sternum. Benefits: Stretchs spine, quadriceps, hip flexors, abdomen, shoulders, neck, and chest; stregnthens legs and arms. Contraindictions: Pregnacy, back or neck injury, high or low blood pressure, headaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who to Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ltconeida.blogspot.com/"&gt;Onieda&lt;/a&gt; and finally &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115583996341587814?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115583996341587814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115583996341587814' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115583996341587814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115583996341587814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-poster-warbird-what-time-to-be.html' title='Guest Poster- Warbird--- what a time to be me me&apos;d'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115557467315477460</id><published>2006-08-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:21:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/dark-portal-1600x.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/dark-portal-1600x.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I travel to the spot where I would find the portal… It was time to enter…&lt;br /&gt;So I entered…It wasn't long before I was approached, in fact the effects of the portal had not warn off yet…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/Elves-ds2_1600x1200.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/Elves-ds2_1600x1200.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you here, hu…..," The Elf Warrior looked at his companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not human," The Elf huntress stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO I am from the Planet Drakulon, My name is Pantha. I come to ask about the Drow, I believe they may have unleashed evil upon …." As I spoke both spit as I said Drow and then lifted me up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come with us, "The warrior instructed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/315649_elfs_forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/315649_elfs_forest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The elves ran quickly through the Elfish Forrest…&lt;br /&gt;It was plush and green ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we came to their village…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/ss70.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/ss70.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must speak with our high priestess, Uara…" The huntress stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered into see the priestess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her all that I knew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/elf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/elf.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;a href="http://the-demonweb-pits.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurry-slaves-bring-me-to-life.html"&gt;So the Drow is trying to resurrect Lolth&lt;/a&gt;… You must speak with the Kureha the Elfish Earth Spirit. She is neither a Light elf nor a Dark elf but both that of light and dark, During our war she has been neutral. Borag," She pointed to the Elf warrior that had been my escort, " and Elune," She pointed to the Huntress," Will go with you… If you must go into the realm of the Dark Elves and Drow you will find their talents helpful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I knew the name of my escorts I wondered what talents she was speaking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/ss64.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/ss64.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We traveled through the city. Elvish cities are so beautiful.. Peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;We traveled  out to the center of the forest where we found the Elf Earth Spirit…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/The_Dark_Forest.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/The_Dark_Forest.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes the Drow are trying to resurrect Lolth, they thought combining their magic with the medallion of Drakulon would help but instead they brought forth a creature banished from your planet… They hope to use a victim of this beast to bring Lolth back…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the information I realized that the Drow might have a human victim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to go to save who ever they have, it may be Nikki, my friend.." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They we shall go," Elune said softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/bluepara1x1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/200/bluepara1x1.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We began our journey toward the darkened realm of the dark elves and Drow…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115557467315477460?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115557467315477460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115557467315477460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115557467315477460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115557467315477460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/hidden-earth.html' title='Hidden Earth'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115529858380896554</id><published>2006-08-11T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T05:16:23.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cat returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/genesis_10_pantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/genesis_10_pantha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already annoyed that Warbird had been posting like crazy in my blog I wasn't happy with my situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at a table looking at the Detective….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should site you for indecent exposure!" Detective Tyrus Clemens stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bite me!" I replied…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/month0_altPan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/month0_altPan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look I have been assigned to investigate this murder, tell me what you know!" Detective Clemens barked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-bells-from-hell.html"&gt;A friend named Nikki called us&lt;/a&gt;," I sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Us?" He drilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampirella and I…. " I said and saw the Detective's eyebrow raised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on…" He spoke with interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nikki and Ted were worried, Fred was missing. It isn't unlike Fred to go missing, he has a drinking problem. I guess it is why Vampi didn't take it too serious at first but when we came to speak with Nikki and Ted we found the mansion haunted, and Ted fleeing…. " I explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fleeing? From what?" Detective Clemens kept the questions coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His house was haunted aren't you listening?" I spat and then sighed again, "He told us about a medallion, Ted mentioned a bar and Vampi and I went to investigate. We were told the Medallion was given to Fred by an elf…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Elves_and_the_Shoemaker"&gt;ELF? Was he finished helping the shoemaker&lt;/a&gt;," He and the other uniform men laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a walk comedian," Detective Clemens shouted," Now Pantha please continue…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi went to Drakulon to find out about the Medallion… I stayed to find Fred…. Well looks like I found him." I said sarcastically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually the gardener found what was left of him. Apparently he returned to the house, you think the hauntings killed him?" Clemens inquired…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, I had tracked Fred back her but instead found the police… "You were here before me so you tell me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I should speak with this Ted and Nikki." The class act detective stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with him to the hotel but instead we found the remains of Ted, killed the same way as Fred… No sign of Nikki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops think Nikki did it but I know better… It couldn’t have been Nikki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/08/h-man.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I learned Vampi had return I met with her and Miari…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got trouble…" I said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After introducing her to the detective on the case I found it curious that Vampi was on a first name bases with the Detective…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/lolthreturn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/lolthreturn.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi had instructions for me….&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha, go to my Dad ask him for the &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/05/guest-poster-wolfgang-suuccess.html"&gt;Drakulon Anti venom&lt;/a&gt;. Tell him to make lots of it. To then bring it to Ty. Tell him we may have a Pulchra-Nocturne," Vampi stated coldly as she was examining the medallion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shiver ran down my spine and I looked around, God not one of those I thought… I personally had never seen one. They were exiled to the Dark realm before I was born but I had heard…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/lolth-g.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/lolth-g.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha! They said Fred got it from an elf right? Look at the Symbol.... " Vampi said bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully looked at the medallion, it had been altered in some way… the symbol…, "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lolth"&gt;Lolth&lt;/a&gt;! but"…. We weren't dealing with just any Elves  "&lt;a href="http://the-demonweb-pits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drow! they must be trying to ressurect her&lt;/a&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi looked angrily, "The Drow must not have realized, After you see Wolfgang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay a visit to the Drow? Sure." I responded… Oh it would be my pleasure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Vampi to investigate… I surely didn’t want to fight a Drakulonian Tarantula but neither do I wish to fight Lolth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should visit the Elves, they are locked for an eternity in war with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drow"&gt;the Drow &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_elf"&gt;dark elves&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a good start….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/315649_elfs_forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/315649_elfs_forest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Journey will take me in Half Earth…. Half Earth was a part of Earth not seen by humans anymore… As humans progressed magical beings now thought to be mere fictional characters of fantasy had left to live in hidden dimensions but a few, mainly the elves both light and dark… They separated a piece of Earth… Keeping her the paradise that with new founded technology had been lost to Humans…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Earth was a fraction of Earth that was here but … not here… The doorway into Half Earth was like a ghost here in spirit but not in body….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding it is hard and getting through it is even harder….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-and-we-danced.html"&gt;Professor Xavier was given a book by Vampirella&lt;/a&gt;…. I went to him on Hacknor and asked to borrow it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had took it for some light reading and to look at the maps…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in Pantha, I have expected you to be with Storm…" Xavier said telepathically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I am on a mission, I have to find…" I began to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Half Earth also known as hidden Earth, the last paradise… You think the map to the portal is in my book?" He said. I hate when he reads my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes if it is anywhere it will be in your book…" I said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the dresser he kept his book and pulled it out… Xavier opened the book to the back where a pocket in the book held many scrolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/1301_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/1301_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will have elfish writing," I said… as I looked over his shoulder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the map out, "This one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will return it," I said as I took the scroll…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I envy you… Visiting the last paradise and elves sounds like fun…" Xavier smiled and I thought only if he knew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/dark-portal-1600x.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/dark-portal-1600x.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel to the spot where I would find the portal… It was time to enter…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115529858380896554?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115529858380896554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115529858380896554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115529858380896554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115529858380896554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/cat-returns.html' title='The cat returns'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115498180035700778</id><published>2006-08-07T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:42:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr Summers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-man-this-is-so-cool-like-part-of.html"&gt;Okay after getting MJ home, I saw they were having a party. I danced then saw  MJ was coaxed up to Warren's room but I got her to bed and tucked in safely.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on Scott's bed waiting for him to return I must have fell a sleep. The door slamming woke me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh this isn't happening, no it didn’t happen.. It couldn't have…" Scott was pacing back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm, so where were you?" I asked causing Scott to jump…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I .. I… I can not talk right now…" He said leaving his room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out and saw Wolverine walk out… Scott walked right past him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/08/sentinels.html"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt;, "What was that about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan shook his head, "&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-much-to-drink.html"&gt;From the fact Scott is covered in Ana's protege's scent, I say you just lost a boyfriend Caro&lt;/a&gt;l."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan returned to his room and I caught a glimpse of &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/be-with-one-you-love.html"&gt;that Japanese hussy lying in his bed&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/08/young-scoundrels.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the halls in search of Scott I found Aunt May, she was fussing and well not really cussing unless you call hooligans a swear word but I guess it is cussing for old people. Aunt May was angry about the condition of the house…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that it was left for her to clean…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past Elixir he was holding his ears…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong Josh?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Elixir answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright?" I asked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh," Josh repeated, "Sorry can't hear you that crazy old lady hit my ears now they are ringing up a storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he had broke into the beer and wine, claimed Logan said he could but I am sure that isn't what Logan said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deserves you right stud.." I scolded as walking away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Scott in the danger room… He was running an simulation while repeating, she I am manly very manly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to join him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott watched as I took a few hits then turned the danger room simulation off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" He yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joining you, though I was hoping …"  I was trying to seduce him but he wasn't having any of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Carol I got some problems I have to work out" Scott shouted as he walked  to he ran off to his room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed… As I entered he turned to me, "Carol I said..:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So did you and Danny…" I figured he and Danny must have had a fist fight, boys will be boys you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!?! No… I told you… I am not Gay…" Scott screamed defensively…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was asking if you two had a fist fight… " I said as I went to gather my things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott then grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, "I can prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then kissed me, we laid on his bed kissing for a long time but there was no response… I pulled away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott looked upset, "Man not again, it is the stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then let's just talk, what happen last night to upset you so badly.." I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's talk about something else…" Scott said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know it is normal for friends to have fights, I mean you and Danny are close… Was it over a girl?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A girl? Danny?" Scott said looking at me strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was nervously kissing my neck as I talked, "Yeah well Danny is good looking, He has those gorgeous eyes," hello I thought as I felt a slight interest in Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop, keep talking." Scott encourage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay where was I?" I tried to think as I could feel Scott really getting into things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Danny, you were talking about Danny." Scott said as he undressed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh and Danny looks like he is a great build. We could fix him up and go on a double date."  I said as Scott looked at me with a grin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Mr. Summers" I said as I was tackled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"keep talking" he said to me, "you think a girl would go for Danny? Why?" Scott flipped me over on my belly and began kissing my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I described why I thought a girl would like Danny, Scott grabbed my hips and pulled himself to me as he nibbled the back of my shoulders and shoulder blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I had to bite the pillow and Scott well was moaning and just at the end called out a name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we laid tangled in the blankets I asked him… "You called me Danny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't," Scott protested…  "It wasn't Danny as in Danny but Danny as in short for Danielle, a girl Danny and I met last night… that is why it took a while… I was….. tired … yeah that is it…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled. I will have to ask Logan what exactly he meant later…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115498180035700778?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115498180035700778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115498180035700778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115498180035700778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115498180035700778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-mr-summers.html' title='Hello Mr Summers'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115460735720398489</id><published>2006-08-03T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:18:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new best friend part 2 consoling MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/08/sentinels-disband.html"&gt;I was fighting Sentinels when they began to leave.&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't believe the velocity of collateral damage of this battle. I was searching to find those who had been hurt and needed help when&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-rushed-outside-at-top-speed.html"&gt; I heard Scott crying.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpassingly my heart stopped, I flew over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott are you hurt?" I asked examine him and finding him not too badly hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was still crying and I reached up and kissed him, "Baby? What is it, your not hurt.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott shrugged, "It is just… nothing…" He looked at a tree with a car wrapped around the trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was someone in the car?" I asked but he didn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was sad and quiet while we picked through the wreckage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Humans and Mutants had died, were injured tired… many missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol looked around, "Everyone is too exhausted and demoralized. One thing I learned in the military is that you can not win a battle with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some discussion it was Scott who made the finale decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott looked around "Okay we have a party then, try to get people's mind of what happened we heal then we go after the Sentinels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-is-fair-in-love-and-war-part2.html"&gt;Logan left with his little Japanese hussy&lt;/a&gt;, Laura gave me dirty looks and Scott began to cry again as he fell to his knees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you find another body?" I asked and ran to find him looking at glass, it looked like it was some kind of vial or medicine bottle. "What is it?" I asked as I pushed the crushed blue pills from the dirt. What ever they were they were ruined…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott looked embarrassed for a second, "It belonged to…. Um… Peter Parker I was suppose to keep them safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed at one single pill still in tact, "Well there is one there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* STOMP *&lt;br /&gt;Colossus stamped the ground, "Peter Parker" He barked crushing the pill to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, MJ and Aunt May, I will be back…" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found them safe where I left them… I grabbed them and returned to the Mansion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was moping, "no blue pills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't seem to want to party and decided to leave and see Danny at the hospital. So I asked if&lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/"&gt; MJ&lt;/a&gt; still wanted to go out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I left to go to a nightclub both of us looking Hot and left &lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt May&lt;/a&gt; at the Mansion to Party…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ wasn't having a good time thinking of Spiderman and what he could be doing with that Kitty girl… I know only too well not to trust women named Kitty, Cat or Pantha… "Maybe you try making him jealous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were approached by a few nice looking Marines and Navy SEALS. I new one of the Colonels and invited them to sit with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arm wrestled a few Marines and got their hard earned pay….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you they were all whipped," I giggled at MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get her to dance with a few but she just watched me danced later she asked me a personal question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I noticed your not drinking Carol." She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered, "I have a problem so I don't drink, not anymore.  Come on get on the dance floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't" MJ stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-much-to-drink.html"&gt;[Meanwhile Scott has his own Party...  What could he be doing?]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-much-to-drink.html"&gt;click here for more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115460735720398489?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115460735720398489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115460735720398489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115460735720398489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115460735720398489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-best-friend-part-2-consoling-mj.html' title='My new best friend part 2 consoling MJ'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115445195385570378</id><published>2006-08-01T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:05:53.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/2006/07/peter-is-so-dead.html"&gt;I promised to take MJ aka Spiderman's wife out on the town tonight&lt;/a&gt;… I was at the mansion a little ticked that Scott had been flirting with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not Mj's fault.. it is all Scott and him trying to prove he isn't well you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting on the couch…&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/cyclops-is-such-pathetic-worm.html"&gt; Spiderman just left with Kitty and Storm…&lt;/a&gt; MJ was upset about that… Who can blame her…. So I was on the couch waiting for MJ to finish up when Mr Hero finally showed up… &lt;a href="http://coolx-man.blogspot.com/"&gt;I saw Bobby &lt;/a&gt;nudged a student as soon as &lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-cold.html"&gt;Logan walked in the metal&lt;/a&gt; detector went off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was laughter.. I went to see if MJ was ready…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in MJ asked what the noise was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan is home, you will get use to it especially from his brat." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a while for MJ when &lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/07/sentinels-attack-pt2.html"&gt;a new sound caught my attention…. Sentinels…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed, MJ and Aunt May….. "Come on we have to get you to somewhere safe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew them to a nearby safe-house and flew back… &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-is-fair-in-love-and-war.html"&gt;I caught a glimps of that wanna be superhero bitch, SHI&lt;/a&gt; I think she calls herself… Figures she would be here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sentinels were going crazy and attacking both Mutants and humans….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began using my super strength and doing what I could to help…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115445195385570378?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115445195385570378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115445195385570378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115445195385570378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115445195385570378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-best-friend.html' title='My new best friend'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115410226893370060</id><published>2006-07-28T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:03:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh off the presses</title><content type='html'>So I got dressed into something nice. My short black velvet dress, the back-less one. I had my hair pinned up with ringlets of curls framing my face and dangling on my neck…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott took me to a really nice restaurant… In the beginning everything was going nice… he opened the car door, the restaurant door and pulled out my chair… Then for some reason he decided to order for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things he ordered aperitifs, I shook my head as I mumble lowly, "Well that answers that question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wondered how much of Logan's off handed remarks Scott had heard or if he had told Scott about my little problem. If Logan did, then how much did he tell Scott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to avoid an unpleasant scene, "Scott, I think we shouldn't drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not, I mean we aren't going to get smashed just have a little with dinner. Come on it will loosen you up. The Professor has a drink all the time." Scott nodded to the waiter to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the waiter, "NO drinks! Scott I am serious….  I will just have a coke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter gave me a dirty look and Scott began whining, "Oh I see you can drinks with Logan but not me? This is a classy restaurant you can't just have a coke…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then continued about Logan knocking him out, Storm disrespecting him and so on… Anymore of his whining and I may have caved in and had a drink… Luckily I was saved, the phone rang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nurse, he had asked her to call him if Danny's condition changed. Scott wanted to go to the hospital to see him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Summers?" The nurse asked hearing the a click on the other line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Yeah Mr. Summers.." Scott stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nurse Kingsly, Mr. Bailey, he had to go back into surgery. He is bleeding pretty bad." She said with a great deal of concern…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Scott hung up, he paid for me a taxi and left to the Hospital… I decided to go with him and met him as he was rushing into the emergency room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat holding Scott's hand as the Dr explain that Danny had been beaten severely and they could stabilize him, this was the 3rd surgery and it didn't look like he would make it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Scott would break down and cry. The Dr let him See Danny. It was sad to see Scott's friend like that… Being Super Heroes and Mutants, well we may not have Logan's healing factor but we can take blows better that simple human beings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out and caressed Scott's back. He turned and began to cry in my arms.. Holding him I tried to find the words that might comfort him, "You like him a lot don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott sobbed, "He's my friend, the only decent guy that treats me with respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott sat with him for a while and I went to get us some 'it's going to be a long night' special coffee… When I walked I saw Scott Standing over Danny and crouched down, Hearing me he snapped to at attention…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was.. uh… I was just…" Scott said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was he kissing him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott then looked at me and stuttered, "I thought I saw him breathing on his own, I ad to get close enough to see.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "Is he breathing on his own?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours past and Scott fell asleep, I laid his head in my lap. I think I was about to drift off too when I heard a gurgling sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott, " I shook him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott sat up and then rushed to Danny, "Danny? Come on Pal you can't die on me… Who is going to get me in to see all those baseball games for free…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get the Drs who rushed in and began pulling tubes from Danny's mouth, throat and nose…&lt;br /&gt;Danny cough and sputtered, "Sssss….tttt.."  He seemed to be having trouble talking swallowing hard as if he had something in his throat still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy don't talk… Get some sleep." Scott said as his smiled at Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr gave Danny a shot and he drifted off. The Nurse then looked at Scott, "You know that is good advice. You should follow it yourself.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott didn’t want to go but I talked him into going…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will come by tomorrow ," Scott whispered to Danny who was asleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove Scott's car and dropped him off at the Mansion and stayed myself since it was late…&lt;br /&gt;Scott went to bed and I crashed on Logan's bed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Cosmopolitan%201976-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/Cosmopolitan%201976-2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh.html"&gt;"Is somebody going to get that?!" I heard someone shout followed by a knock… It was Scott…&lt;br /&gt;I peeked out and saw him in his boxers carrying a cosmopolitan magazine… &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is the current issue with….  Nah….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115410226893370060?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115410226893370060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115410226893370060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115410226893370060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115410226893370060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/fresh-off-presses.html' title='Fresh off the presses'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115351395217905909</id><published>2006-07-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:32:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is green but is he mean -finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://martianmanhunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/jonn-returns-will-superman-save-him.html"&gt;Thanks to the Green Martian, the Shadow King was gone…&lt;/a&gt; We were all heading back to the Mansion… Kodiak went off and Martian and &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Super man&lt;/a&gt; flew from the Mansion….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Logan... "Want to go out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/1600/carol24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/200/carol24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What stayed sober long enough doll?" He snarled, "Best stick with Scott luv."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has this grin on his face and I lost it, "Why do you always bring that up! I quit drinking and I would think you could be a bit more sensitive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry.  "Hey Babe, I am...." Logan turned to a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan this chic, let you a few messages," She said as she handed him the messages&lt;br /&gt;Logan read them and started to use some choice words and then disappeared. I had quite a headache… after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Iceman to help me carry Scott to his room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman left and I decided to lay down…. Try to get rid of my headache. Oops I guess I fell asleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/1600/mayhew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/200/mayhew2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from Scott's grin. I think he thinks something happen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are going on a date... So talk to you later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115351395217905909?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115351395217905909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115351395217905909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115351395217905909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115351395217905909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-green-but-is-he-mean-finale.html' title='he is green but is he mean -finale'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115342632934843128</id><published>2006-07-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:12:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is green but is he mean part 4  Shadow king takes control</title><content type='html'>Okay so that was foolish. I know Rogue had nearly put me in a coma before and caused me to loose my memories. I so hate her. This time I would have to be more careful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/07/boyscout.html"&gt;I am just glad that when She touched Superman something happened to separate us.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine says to me as I stand, "Xavier says He and the &lt;a href="http://martianmanhunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Martian Manhunter&lt;/a&gt; can use or combined powers to defeat the Shadow King , but we need you too distract him ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wink at the nicely muscular green Martian and go after Rogue again. This time I am more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Scott is out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-entry.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man of steel flies &lt;/a&gt;with Logan and we begin fighting the Shadow King Rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can  only see Logan and Superman helping fight Rogue. Iceman is yelling and falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue tries to grabs me and tries to absorb me again, this time the Shadow King enters me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/388px-RogueVs_Warbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/388px-RogueVs_Warbird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOGAN!" I scream "Help!"I reach my hand out to the Martian just as I loose…..control….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115342632934843128?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115342632934843128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115342632934843128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115342632934843128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115342632934843128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-green-but-is-he-mean-part-4.html' title='he is green but is he mean part 4  Shadow king takes control'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115316520977892580</id><published>2006-07-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:40:09.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is green but is he mean part 3: Warbird VS Rogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-man-this-wasnt-looking-good.html"&gt;I heard Rogue laugh with an evil sound&lt;/a&gt;… "I think it's my turn… I will take care of this," I said as I leapt into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/07/hes-tearin-apart-my-mind.html"&gt;"Carol! NO!" I heard Logan say…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue and I collided and began to fight. She threw me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/roguevsmarvel01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/roguevsmarvel01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got up Logan stood in my way. "Get out of my way Logan, She has the Shadow King in her." And she was the little whelp that broke Logan and I up; I just know it though I didn’t say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/alt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/alt7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doll, you hurt her and I will…" Logan went flying in mid sentence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-over-thier-heads.html"&gt;"ROGUE!" Kodiak called&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Logan looks like the whelp doesn't love you anymore, " I spat.&lt;br /&gt;She and I merged fighting again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/roguevsmarvel03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/roguevsmarvel03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing a hold of me she began absorbing me, bot just my power… I was being pulled into her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sage left Hank contacted Colossus and sent him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He materialized and seeing me ran over as soon as he touched us a light absorbed all three of us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Scott…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott… hel……"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly where once 3 stood now was only one person…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/rogue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/rogue1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115316520977892580?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115316520977892580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115316520977892580' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115316520977892580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115316520977892580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-green-but-is-he-mean-part-3.html' title='he is green but is he mean part 3: Warbird VS Rogue'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115308216040506009</id><published>2006-07-16T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:03:37.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is green but is he mean part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/warbird-25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-team-stood-there-stunned-kind-of.html"&gt;A great Beast emerges... "It's the Shadow King!" Professor Xavier shouted, "The Shadow King has no body! The remains of his consciousness have possessed J'onn's mind but that is his body you are attacking! You have to stop now or you'll kill him!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great we can't attack this creature Physically, Professor X can not help us.&lt;br /&gt;Sage says, "You need to attack the sub-conscious where the possessor lies, therefore weakening his grip on the host. This will allow the host to gain some control, enough to force the beast in to an open mind state allowing any telepath to attack the Beast head on. We're fighting Elias Bogan, we have to know this. I should've been team leader, not Scott 'I screw telepaths' Summers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Sage going?" Scott whimpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So bub, your the fearless leader. What do we do?" It was clear Wolverine was being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman looked at me as did the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look at me. Superhuman Strength, Speed and Durability, Photonic Energy Blasts, Energy Absorption, Flight sure no problem but I have no telepathic abilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bishopshouldgo.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Game over man!" Hudson whimpered. "Well that's great, that's just great man. Now what the heck are we supposed to do? We're in some real pretty crap now man... That's it man, game over man, game over! What the heck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do? Oh yeah, sure! Would be telephatic thing? You can count me out."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman snarled, "Yeah I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson."&lt;br /&gt;Hudson seemed to have wet himself a little, "That's right, man. Let's just bug out and call it even, OK? What are we talking about this for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed Hudson with my super strength and shook him, "You dumb arse, we cant leave J'onn. Scott.... Scott... SCOTT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott looked as if he was actually considering Hudson's proposal. He also looked as if he may have wet himself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Logan, "Logan what about you, what do you think?" I asked as I ran my hand against his muscles, He shrugged me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/carolrunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/carolrunt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice man spoke up, "Alright how about this...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott interrupted him, "I am the leader not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott why don't you just hide under a rock man." Iceman laughed, "I mean you're no leader hell your not even a man your a mouse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodiak started to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys can we focus. Now Scott.." Before I could finish Scott grabbed me and gave me a big kiss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott stepped forward, "As I was saying I'm the leader," Scott turned to Wolverine, "and Logan stay away from my girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/carolhowlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/carolhowlett.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he said that Wolverine started to scream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Xm078.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/Xm078.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115308216040506009?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115308216040506009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115308216040506009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115308216040506009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115308216040506009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-green-but-is-he-mean-part-2.html' title='he is green but is he mean part 2'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115299600566951380</id><published>2006-07-15T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:53:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is green but is he mean part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-hell-of-you-been-sage-demanded.html"&gt;While Scott role-played as some fearing leader&lt;/a&gt;, some canadian human bear made off handed remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/"&gt;kodiak&lt;/a&gt; said, "um, Scott, we like the whole suit and stuff, we know it makes u look buff and all, but the sock in the yellow underoo's has gotta go, I mean eick. Just saying. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the hell of you been?" &lt;a href="http://uploadingsage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt; demanded. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you told me to get the team togeth-I mean, I went to get a team together. See?" Scott motioned to us, avoiding eye contact with me. "&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/a&gt; (of course), &lt;a href="http://coolx-man.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iceman,&lt;/a&gt; Warbird, Kodiak, Rogue and Private Hudson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine spoke in my ear. "So you and Scott?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, "Well, let's say he was bold to step in the shower but I have a feeling from his bodies protest the rumors are true. Besides you know who I really want to be with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan growled, " Will ya be drunk this time Carol? or will ya be normal," he lowered his voice, "fer you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kody must have overheard me talking to Logan because he was singing a song to Scott, "ha aha ha ha ha ha aha ha aha aha aha ha ha ha aha ha aha aha ha aha ha h a ha ha aha ha ahaaaaa. 'cough cough' (sings) Scott has a etsy bitsy tiny winy that her lack of a bikini couldnt encourage his linguiny to start up like a lamborgini. I'm so glad mutants with healin factors don't have that problem. Thus why She-Hulk keeps stalking me. Just saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall me go!" Sage yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Scott had Storm and Pantha warm up the blackbird. It was a pathetic ploy to kep them out of the Mission and I know I am going to get an earful later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered into the arch... I felt a little woozy. When I came too &lt;a href="http://martianmanhunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/special-100th-post-edition-will-jonn.html"&gt;the sexy muscular green began screaming&lt;/a&gt;. scott ordered me to check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look like an expert on Martian physiology to you?" I snapped at Martian. He stopped breathing ad started back... For a second he was confused and thought we were in the jet.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "hey sexy green martian man. Please be okay, because I do not know how to do cpr on a martian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martian gradually woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that loud mouth started babbling off, “What is that idiot babbling about?” I asked&lt;br /&gt;“He’s got a gun,” answered Ice Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bishopshouldgo.blogspot.com/"&gt;“That’s right,” I answered. “I’ve got a gun and I know how to use it. I am the ultimate weapon... He babbled on...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hudson let out this girlish voice... Scott asked what Hudson's problem was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was saying all this silly macho stuff about dropping the H-Bomb on the bad guys. Trying to impress me I think," I shrugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol might be easy but she aint that easy, "Logan said, "Not even after a few belts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you want to cut me a break, I haven't had a drink...." I was interrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"behind you." Hudson stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned to see...   "Isn't that Xavier?" Kodiak asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aarrghggghhh!" said the Martian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all turned around. Martian was floating over the ground, such as it was, and strange tendrils of black energy were swirling around his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" shouted the Professor. "I'm sensing a presence that I thought was gone forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took flight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/11/MsMarvel_04.PNG/225px-MsMarvel_04.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/11/MsMarvel_04.PNG/225px-MsMarvel_04.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115299600566951380?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115299600566951380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115299600566951380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115299600566951380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115299600566951380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-green-but-is-he-mean-part-1.html' title='he is green but is he mean part 1'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115282516340175384</id><published>2006-07-13T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:12:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible: Converting Scott and winning Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;[At the Mansion, the Xavier School for Mutants, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/professor-is-in-phantom-zone-i-asked.html"&gt;Scott Summer is looking for teammates for a mission. He thinks to himself, "Maybe I'll just see who's in the living room.&lt;/a&gt;" After seeing a scene between &lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-for-small-talk.html"&gt;Kodiak&lt;/a&gt; and Rogue, he gets a great idea. "I can kill two birds with One stone.  Or maybe at least catch a bird." Scott grabs his Jacket and drives to Carol Danvers apartment.]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I received a call Pantha was still in Jail… I used my ties with the Military to get her out… She was cranky and bitchy. I drove to the apartment we share. I am not sure how I ended up rooming with her but it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can not believe the X-men left me in a cell to rot while having &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-this-justin-guarini-guy-is-pretty.html"&gt;a Party&lt;/a&gt;!" Pantha screamed as she slammed the door….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sighed, "Well I am taking a shower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Pantha grabbed a couple of over night bags and stuffed a few of her belongings into the bag…&lt;br /&gt;She slings the bags over her shoulder and heads out. As the door opens she nearly runs into Scott about to knock…]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha?" He stutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surprise to see me?  I can not believe you just left me in Jail!" Pantha screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was trying to figure out how to…" Scott stuttered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure by trying to use Warbird to prove you are not…. " Pantha continued bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha, I … I …I " Scott stuttered again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save it, where is Ro?" Pantha screamed some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back at the Mansion…." Scott stated as Pantha pushed by him," Is Carol here. The Professor X is…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is in the shower just go in…." Pantha said heading out to find Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Scott entered the Apartment, Then an idea come to mind… ]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking my nice hot shower when I heard the door open. "Is that you Pantha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A body entered the shower… "Scott? Well if this isn't bold…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thought I could um…" Scott stuttered as he looked at my wet naked flesh shimmer as the water ran over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and winked, "You thought what, that you could wash my back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached for the bath gel and poured it on his muscular body. I have to give it to Scott all those hours in the danger room had paid off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then poured some of the bath gel on me, taking Scott's hands. I began to bath and wash using his hands to spread the gel over my naked skin. I then got close to Scott's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay let's see…." I looked down and back up, "Scott for this to work you have to … um show… shall we say a little interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott stuttered, "I have been under a lot of stress, this is normal. I am sure many of the men you have known have had… … Well you know… that problem… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a second, "No, no not him, or him either… Logan definitely never has had that problem… Sorry you’re the first…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to try harder after all if the rumors are true then this is a challenge that proves I am the sexiest woman that exists…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pressed against him harder he fell, completely passed out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a towel after checking if he was okay… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott had a nasty bump but was fine… The phone rang it was Pantha, apparently they were looking for Scott, something about a mission… I dressed him and put him in my car… I drove us to the Mansion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pulled up Scott came too… "Wh… what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, as I suspected would happen," I answered as I got out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past Logan, "Looks like I am joining this little mission."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be known it was one of the main reason I joined, While Ana is a way perhaps I can convince Logan to try us again, especially seeing that I have a feeling the rumors about Scott are true….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115282516340175384?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115282516340175384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115282516340175384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115282516340175384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115282516340175384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/mission-impossible-converting-scott.html' title='Mission Impossible: Converting Scott and winning Logan'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115266213383243226</id><published>2006-07-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:55:33.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the last dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-this-justin-guarini-guy-is-pretty.html"&gt;So after being invited to the victory party by Scott Summers I was asked to danced. I am not sure who was singing but I decided I would give Scott a dance… &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was acting as if he was really hot for me, dancing close and exploring with his hands. Scott may not be gay but judging from the no response (if you catch my drift) I would have to say that his body is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help him out by turning on the sex appeal and dancing really close with him but nope not a single response…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a flutter… Then he slipped and fell, I shouldn’t have laughed but I couldn’t help it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I was glad that girl of Logan's wasn't around… Not that Wolverine was paying any attention to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I wandered off and noticed I had a message on my cell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from Pantha…. She was in Jail and no one had bailed her out…..  So I grabbed my coat and bailed the feline out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are roommates after all… if you can call us that since she never is home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantha was in a bad mood… something about being a Drakulonian pincushion….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115266213383243226?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115266213383243226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115266213383243226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115266213383243226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115266213383243226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/07/save-last-dance.html' title='Save the last dance'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/warbird-30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115133970540384372</id><published>2006-06-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:01:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT a mutant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;[At a clinic a group of Humans enter claiming to be Mutants, they manage to steal several vials of the cure, without anyone noticing and leave… "We will cure these freaks ourselves!" One of the gang members said. ]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-man-this-is-great-what-with-storm.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was leading&lt;/a&gt;, The X men into what could be a big battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/06/magneto-made-his-move.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return to the Mansion &lt;/a&gt;just as &lt;a href="http://coolx-man.blogspot.com/2006/06/scott-sent-me-kitty-pryde-and-angel-to.html"&gt;Bobby Drake arrived&lt;/a&gt; and learned what &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/2006/06/mobilizing-troops.html"&gt;Magneto had planne&lt;/a&gt;d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to stop Magneto &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-family-i-got-all-my-machines.html"&gt;finding him and TX&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/06/magneto-made-his-move.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Scott could give orders Wolverine and Storm went into action…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to wake the Swamp-thing and his Strike force but it wasn't going to happen. I am not sure what is up, but it is clear, Swampthing and his task force were in their own world and reality. His mumbles of Vampirella and Joe Fixit, despite that neither characters was present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It was clear He and his task force were delusional and had no grasp of what was really happening. So I left them on the ground, leaving them in there own little world to dream away. Seems they will be out of this fight, well at least the real fight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fembot, Sky had her machines but they quickly turned on her. They seemed to be controlled by Ultron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky was trying to regain control of the machines…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the Blob showed up running at me at full speed with his fat gut he slammed into me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took flight, flying backwards with great speed over a tremendous distance. Luckily we cats land on our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I regained my composure, I was about to shape-shifted going into feral form, my cheetah form to travel great distance at a short amount of time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before I could I was approached….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looky looky what we found… " One boy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s a Mutant… and we have just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the cure&lt;/span&gt; for you!" the other said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to fight human boys but hey jabbed me with needles. I ripped the needles from my body. I then growled and took my panther form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck!" One boy screamed  "The cure didn't work!" whined the second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not you idiots! I am not a MUTANT! I am Pantha of Drakulon!" I screamed as I began slicing and scratching at them… "&lt;a href="http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/p/prinpant.htm"&gt;I am not that Hussy from the Jungle&lt;/a&gt;! I am not a were-cat! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantha"&gt;I am not the other think I am a hero Hussy&lt;/a&gt;! I  an alien, shape-shifter from Drakulon! FOOLS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Police, "Freeze, you're under arrest" surrounded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrested, great a battle Royal is happening and I am sitting in a jail cell… If they stick me with anymore needles I am going to scratch their eyes out… How many times do I have to tell these fools &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am NOT a mutant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean I can't have any computer access?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great; I have to wait for Storm to bail me out, no more phone calls and no more computer/internet. Just my luck I could end up incarcerated for&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; days even weeks&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heroesunited.blogspot.com/2006/06/ooc-south-of-france.html"&gt;Let's hope its not months…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115133970540384372?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115133970540384372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115133970540384372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115133970540384372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115133970540384372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-not-mutant.html' title='I am NOT a mutant!'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115102904965660386</id><published>2006-06-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:17:29.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm and her moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/06/gaia-and-i-managed-to-make-it-through.html"&gt;Storm glared at Scott. "We already know all about the cure, you idiot! It's been all over the TV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Storm and whispered, "I know your upset, but let's not let this control us. Remember I am here and I won't let them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Storm screamed and shrugged me off, "This is an outrage! How dare they treat us like we are diseased and need to be cured! I will show them what I think of their cure! I will turn their clinics into powder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ororo," Logan said stepping over to her. "We can't do that. It won't solve nothin' an' it'll just confirm their worst fears about us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha!" spat Storm. "The mighty Wolverine as the force of restraint and reason? I don't buy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Storm, he's right," Scott seemed to be holding his for the moment. "I hate this as much as you do but we can't-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm and her mood swing sent Scott flying and the Storm flew off, I followed my love.. Which isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flies fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RO! Dang you girl! At least wait up for me if you are not going to talk to me!" I hollered. "Fine treat me like Nightcrawler did. " I began to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned down and flew down to me, "Pantha this…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ro I can throw a tantrum to." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked to me and touched my hair and I kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled away I looked at her, "Storm, you go off like this and in the eyes of those who support you and other mutants you make them feel these take the cure people are right about Mutants. Please my people did something like this in protest against the Drakulonians when they became the dominant government, it made us loose all support and for years we were slaves. We will beat this but in away that maintains our integrity. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that I was getting through to her when I heard voices…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/06/calm-before-storm.html"&gt;"It's gonna be tough tracking o Stormy she flies so damn fast" Kodiak said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was grumbling to himself, "Seems wolvie got distracted I'll have to track Storm on my own maybe he'll catch up to me after he takes care of his business"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard Wolverine, "Hey bub looking for me? Now That I got Laura back I am right with ya."&lt;br /&gt;Kodiak nodded, "Cyclops said, 'I think Pantha may have gone after Storm, too. Those two seem to have a special bond, if you know what I mean.' So I guess if we find one…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will find the other…" I answered… "You know if you boys will leave us be …"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look doll, We all know the mean old bucket head hears.." Logan began to preach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She isn't your doll, and I don't care what I get to blast to a powder as long as it is something soon!" Storm said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like we may be going to stop Magneto, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115102904965660386?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115102904965660386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115102904965660386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115102904965660386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115102904965660386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/storm-and-her-moods.html' title='Storm and her moods'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115052184044423756</id><published>2006-06-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:38:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Iceman can goeth</title><content type='html'>Ororo was upset. &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-deep-breath.html"&gt;First Gaia chooses Scott&lt;/a&gt; over her to take to this Summit. Ro thinks, as always Scott will mess it up. &lt;a href="http://coolx-man.blogspot.com/2006/06/scott-and-gaia-left-for-summit-about.html"&gt;Then they put Iceman in charge while Scott is gone.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Hey drake! You leave my Ororo alone…  She should be in charge not some snot nose uppity...!"&lt;br /&gt;*Claws out*&lt;br /&gt;"When I am done helping Ro with the bots and then bath I am going to practice my ice sculpting techniques... I will call it ode to the eunick." I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;This Bobby spat back, "Yeah if you want to know what Antarctica feels like babe bring it on."&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at him in his face,  "I dated her trust me you're not even close"&lt;br /&gt;He return to laugh in my face, "That's because I hold back my powers believe me. I'm better than far better. So if you know what's good for you stay out of X-man business, A team which I happened to be a founding member of. So keep those claws to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Drake, he is annoying… After Ororo and I helped take a few of Koma's sny bots, it was time for us to deal with Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm and I surrounded Bobby….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned white and solid ice… "Girls you really don't want to do this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think Storm is right you owe her a lot more respect." I said and then leaped, my claws ripped at ice but did no damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I was in a frozen prison of ice….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm used lightening to free me and then hit Bobby with a much harder bolt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to freeze her and Ororo laughed as she sent a wintery blizzard, "Bobby did you forget, I am invulnerable to the effects of the weather and extreme heat and cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then summersault with a round off kick to his chest, This guy seemed to be enjoying the fight.&lt;br /&gt;I slung my fist at him and he grabbed my hand and froze it, refusing to let it go… I swiped with my other hand and he grabbed it laughing as he froze it as well. Now he had both my hands, his laughter was ticking me off I growled and tried to bite him. He had my hands behind my back  dodging me trying to bite him and laughing. With one twist we ended up face to face our noses nearly touching, the worm actually kissed me, he said something to the effect if I wanted to bite he could give me a little frostbite. Ororo got mad and shoot another lightening bolt at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a photonic blast hit Ro, I turned to see a blond. She moved around us with great speed and hit me with incredible strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached down and snatched Bobby to his feet with incredible strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like you could use a hand" the warbird practically sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, I am just fooling with them." Bobby laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ro came and picked me up. "Pantha let's leave before I level the Mansion." She glared at Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over heard Bobby tell Warbird that Scott wasn't there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well is Logan here?" She asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah he worked all night so I think he is in bed." Bobby said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just where I like him, chat with you later." I heard her say&lt;br /&gt;As I walked with Ro into our bedroom I saw Warbird go into Logan's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm brought me a hot cup of tea, "Here drink this it will help."&lt;br /&gt;"What is this on my skin?" I asked as I looked at the pink burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frostbite I think. Here Hank gave me this suave, come in close I will rub it on and then warm you up." Storm said&lt;br /&gt;Ororo rubbed the cream on my hands, then my arms and shoulders. I laid on my belly and she unfastened my top and began rubbing the cream on my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I laid and relaxed to her touch slipping my cloths off and continuing to rub the cream on my naked body I considered sending Bobby a thank you note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ro had me roll to my back and she leaned down and kiss me. I pulled her down and began pulling clothing off as I kissed her beautiful dark skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing down to her naval  I could feel her shutter, She was definitely warming me up…I began to explore a little with my kiss moving down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrrgh." We were interrupted by a scream and then glass breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, "What now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/06/problems-with-x-23.html"&gt;"Laura! I could have handled it! What did I tell you about staying out of my love life!" Okay that was Logan's voice…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115052184044423756?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115052184044423756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115052184044423756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115052184044423756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115052184044423756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/iceman-can-goeth.html' title='the Iceman can goeth'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114995524013212526</id><published>2006-06-10T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:00:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous Overtunes...</title><content type='html'>Ororo has gone ga ga over the little furry mice, but I do not trust them. I had to leave a message with Miari about Vlad, though he escape thought Vampi would want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Elixir ran off… Logan seems happy but the boy is missing. &lt;a href="http://soorayaqadir.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dust&lt;/a&gt; said she saw him sleep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sure it's nothing to worry about… &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/answering-magnetos-question.html"&gt;Some people just sleep walk&lt;/a&gt;." Scott said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/06/custom-war.html"&gt;Logan got a call from Danny Bailey&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does Ana's secretary-slash- go for boy- want?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isn't a secretary or go for….. For your information he is Miss Ishikawa's protégé and personal assistant. He is intelligent and respectable." &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/06/whew-alright-good-job-everyone-i-said.html"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt; protested… "What did Danny want with you Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah what ever Bub," Logan said grabbing his jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even 25 minutes later after getting a called by Danny, Scott left like a Bat out of hell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo and I shook our heads, "Men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the kitchen having a nice breakfast when the room was suddenly filled with the smell of brimstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nightcrawler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo and him exchanged glances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You missed the fun." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I've heard. Your ex has already told me." Kurt said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/06/son-goten-attacked.html"&gt;I vent to see Goten&lt;/a&gt;. He told me about you and Storm." Kurt said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo whispered over to my ear, "I could fry him." And I elbowed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why were you with Goten?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ve vere fighting, but it doesn’t matter now." Kurt said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo smiled as if she was taking to much pleasure in this, "No Kurt it doesn't, because that is what happens when you ignore someone to chase some kind of over testosterone whim. You left poor Pantha here alone. So we have been entertaining each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head in frustration, "Kurt I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I moved on. I am sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out and could hear Ororo and Kurt arguing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My what a day…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114995524013212526?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114995524013212526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114995524013212526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114995524013212526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114995524013212526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/jealous-overtunes.html' title='Jealous Overtunes...'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114977374190569941</id><published>2006-06-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:14:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that is the way the cookie Apocalypse crumbles</title><content type='html'>While, Magneto and his main squeeze fought Apocalypse. We were trying to get everyone out of the school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-all-alone-theres-no-one-here-beside.html"&gt;Then Gaia showed up&lt;/a&gt;… She walked right past the battle raging on as if she didn't see it walked into the Mansion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Gaia alright?" Storm asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, we better get her." Logan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found her she was trying to fix what Apocalypse and now Dracula was still destroying. She had walked into walk was once Xavier's office…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be talking to herself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some kind of trance….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo snapped her fingers and she finally snapped out of it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia said hesitantly" wait, how did you get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you were on the show?" Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had some problems with the " Gaia said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems I got some visions as what was happening but some of the facts are a bit off and distorted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds like your not quite yourself still hun," Ororo said.&lt;br /&gt;"Must have effected you pretty bad then." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys your going to stand there and keep talking while these two destroy the school?" a man of ice said walking in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked with the rest at Apocalypse and Dracula doing battle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is moan… As the Iceman Put an Ice wall up and froze Dracula's mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-i-couldnt-believe-what-was-going.html"&gt;Apocalypse raised a hand like he was about to blast Iceman when the ground he was standing on suddenly opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us rushed over and saw a weird perfectly round black hole with strange white electric flashes running across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd you send him?" Wolverine asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The dark side of the moon," Gaia answered with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO He was mine to destroy!" Dracula yelled as he glided from his ice jail and then took the form of a giant bat. He flew away screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, shame we couldn't have killed two birds with one stone." Elixir said.&lt;br /&gt;Dracula is a Drakulonian, he can't be permanently killed here on Earth, only back on Drakulon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Vampi will get him sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/06/custom-war.html"&gt;Scott then walked up, "Logan aren't you suppose to be guarding the statues at the gallery?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after Gaia repaired the Mansion with her powers... Ororo and I went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing a noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo sat up, "Pantha go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, "Dont you hear them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo looked puzzld, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MICE!" I said I began hunting them down and caught the buggers, I was just about to head down stairs and make me a snack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/180px-Pinky_and_the_Brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/180px-Pinky_and_the_Brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww arent they cute!" Ororo said taking them from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went and got a cage from Hank and put them in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ororo I am going to eat them... You are not keeping them as pets." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you are not eating them and we are keeping them." She said  show them to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/xmenmascots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/xmenmascots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I thought as I looked at them, she made little X men uniforms for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I wont be winning this battle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[while Pantha and Storm sleep]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/takeovertheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/takeovertheworld.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pinky&lt;/b&gt;: What are we going to do tonight, Brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brain&lt;/b&gt;: The same thing we do every night, Pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pinky&lt;/b&gt;: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brain&lt;/b&gt;: ...Take over the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114977374190569941?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114977374190569941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114977374190569941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114977374190569941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114977374190569941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-that-is-way-cookie-apocalypse.html' title='Well that is the way the &lt;strike&gt;cookie&lt;/strike&gt; Apocalypse crumbles'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114959264829816726</id><published>2006-06-06T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:53:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would have prefered Bast!</title><content type='html'>Though the ride was quiet we all wondered what it was that attacked us… We also wondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was in the cocoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about each thing that had occurred as we flew to Gentle Creek Texas. After we woke dazed and confused, We had looked around.  We found a lab in a high security area, 'special sections'. At first I didn’t think anything about it, that was until I saw the nicely preserved Vampire cadavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell?" Logan said as he moved around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's not jump to conclusion perhaps they are trying to find a cure." Ororo said as she tried to calm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope that is what they are doing." I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Logan, "Wolverine uses your claws hit the heart, they aren't dead…. They are undead and if they wake this whole place will be crawling with new vampires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my breast dagger made from silver and together Logan and I began releasing these poor souls. Kody followed suit and broke a leg off a chair and helped staking the undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I grabbed a security guard, "Where did they come from!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cyberdyne doesn’t pay us to talk." The security guard said with a smug tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argggggg….*growl*" I screamed as I began practicing my turkey carving skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong answer Bub." I heard Kody and Logan say in unison with a bit of a chuckle to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the other guard. I didn't even have to ask my question again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the x-men I had to investigate this Cyberdyne Clinic outside Gentle Creek . Ororo being sweet and supportive took me in her arms, looked me in my eyes, "We can take you and we will back you 100 percent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed and heard Logan and Kody making little remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we boarded the Blackbird I heard sirens. Fire trucks were dispatched to a Cyberdyne private helicopter that had exploded.  Some Cyberdyne Exec. isn't going to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said before the ride was quiet. Ororo held my hand, She knew what I was thinking. What if... Cyberdyne was using 'to find a cure to vampirism' as a cover to discover how to create better soldiers. It wouldn't be the first time the military thought of using such things, fooling themselves into thinking they could control the beasts. Cyberdyne also had a contract with the Military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last thing we needed was a Vampiric Mutation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived we were greeted with a warm welcome and invited for a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think someone called and tip them off?" Ororo asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneered, "I bet that is exactly what happened. Anyone want to bet against me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look like I make sucker bets?" Logan snapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the clinic looked Kosher.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like it." Kody said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"me neither kid" Wolverine stated, "but I can't find a damn thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grumbled and then turn to face the x men, "No one is in any hurry to get back to the Mansion are they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo put her arm around me, "What did you have in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spend the night in a hotel here in town, let these Bastards know we are sticking around tonight. See what happens." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds good to me, Kody care to get beer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You buying?" Kody asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I am," Rogue finally broke her silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You three go on Pantha and I are going to call it a night." Ororo smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting these geeks know we were sticking around we all checked into a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the tag team bar fight, Kody and Logan had - the night was uneventful… Well not uneventful but what happens behind closed doors and under the sheets stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a morning person and as the sun peeked in I heard Ororo with her very chipper and bubbly, "Good morning sunshine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ughhhmmmm, "I said not wanting to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up and meet the others for breakfast, "What would y'all like this here morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a call for coffee and Ororo spoke up, "Oh and Pantha will have a little coffee with her cream, fresh cream please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only kind there is Ma'am." The waitress said with a smile God you got to love Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid Cyberdyne's clinic a surprise visit, they say an early bird catches the worm but we got nada. We boarded the Blackbird and headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the Blackbird's on board computer to send an email to Vampi. This is more her field, and what she is here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were landing the X-jet when a rumbling sound shook the Blackbird like an earthquake. It was followed by &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-now-this-is-interstin.html"&gt;Magneto flying in through the wall and landing in Logan's lap.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after  "Now where was I? Oh yes! I was about to teach Magnus about how only the strong survive" The Towering Egyptian Mutant stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/06/apocalypse-stood-towering-over-us.html"&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/a&gt;!"  Rogue yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/facing-powers-of-darkness.html"&gt;It looked like Magneto's love toy is here to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114959264829816726?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114959264829816726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114959264829816726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114959264829816726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114959264829816726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-would-have-prefered-bast.html' title='I would have prefered Bast!'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114952827704287059</id><published>2006-06-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:02:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Omen?</title><content type='html'>While Ororo and Rogue took on Avalanche, I had the honor of dancing with Pyro. The jerk nearly burnt my whiskers off, which didn’t make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/VP23-07c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/VP23-07c2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clawed at him ripping him to shreds as I moved my arms and hands like a swing back and forth, left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/pantha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/pantha1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyro fell and I snarled. Kody walked up to me, "Nice color of red you are wearing Pant." I looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He made me mad." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/06/bumpy-flight.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kody smiled&lt;/a&gt;, "Remind me never to get you mad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto was trying to save the Robot. Or &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/2006/06/sky-is-falling.html"&gt;he was trying to steal this cocoon&lt;/a&gt;, but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/06/bye-bye-mags.html"&gt;I saw Ororo yelling for Logan to stop and before I could move I saw Logan plunge his claws into Magneto and Magneto fall.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something strange happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Logan walked away from Magneto Storm flew down yelling at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOGAN! Damn you! The one thing that keeps us from being like him is that we do not." Ororo was furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save it doll! It had to be done, Call it a necessary evil" Logan said and then grabbed his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan?" Kody asked as if he sniffed around but there was no scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wolverine then fell to his knees, we all ran to him. Rogue reached out hesitantly, "Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we looked down we realized he was…. Asleep.  I looked at the others, "Does Logan suffer from, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcolepsy"&gt;Narcolepsy&lt;/a&gt;?" I asked then I turned and watched Rogue fall, one by one the x men fell until only Kody and I stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is doing this?" Kody asked before falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing alone I began worry. I could sense something but it didn’t make sense. What I sensed was….&lt;br /&gt;Well as many of you may or may not know anyone with animal -excluding humans, yes I know they are mammals and are in the kingdom of animals but they ignore their natural instincts and pass it off as superstitious. So with that being said, those of us with keen animal sense can instinctively feel a ghostly presence of a phantom, or the member of the dead. It is difficult to explain this was like that but different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we do not see dead people but sometimes we can sense them but we can not pin point them.  As I said this was different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan sensed the same before he went down I could see it in his face as did Kody which is why he sniffed but like me we couldn’t explain what we sense or where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard a melodious whisper. Like a woman signing off the highlands off Scotland. Angelic, echoing like an angelic voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep." Was the only word it spoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dream I think… it was a hollow void no images just this vacuum sound of nothing around me… As if someone forgot to load the holographic program only this was no holograph.&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha!" Kody yelled I awake with a feeling of shock as he shook me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around Ororo was stirring as was Rogue, Logan was already up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolverine and I were the first up, apparently the effect doesn't last long with us." Kody said bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan was looking for Mags body but Magneto and the brotherhood was gone. As was the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;He walked back to the group, "They are gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you see?" Storm ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to us?" Rogue asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know" Logan answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kody was grim and silent, "Who ever he-- it was, it got me this time but it is going to get a big surprise when it doesn't happen again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" Rogue asked but Kody remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well who ever it was has Mags body." Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what good will it do them, You kill Magneto." Ororo said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did he?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw what Logan did, Magneto couldn’t have lived." Rogue said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it’s a good thing, Let's get back to the Mansion." Wolverine said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure that eliminating Magneto is a good thing, we have no telling who would take over the Brotherhood in his place. It could end up being someone worse, "Kody looked behind him at Cyberdyne, "It always is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "Can we discuss this back at the Mansion, Someone owes me a massage." I looked at Ororo and winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the ride was quiet we all wondered what it was that attacked us… We also wondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/born-again.html"&gt;What was in the cocoon?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114952827704287059?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114952827704287059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114952827704287059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114952827704287059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114952827704287059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/omen.html' title='An Omen?'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114937626867862093</id><published>2006-06-03T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:11:08.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why cant I get my cat naps</title><content type='html'>The door opened and Ro walked in, "Hey lazy bones… time to get up.." I looked at Ro and then arch my back so I could stretch, clawing her mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stomped at me, "Hey don't do that! It’s a waterbed you silly. MY waterbed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opps" I said coming up to sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ro shook her head, "Get up! we got to go after Logan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "What? Oh come on Ro that old dog can handle himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha!" She fussed and I know I shouldn’t make her fuss she can be just so damn cute when she fusses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I came down she had grabbed Kodiac, He sniffed Wolverine out. &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/06/gettin-gun.html"&gt;Mr. Wonderclaws, had paid Vegeta a visit to get some anti magneto gun &lt;/a&gt;and then went on his own to go after Magneto and his weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we were back at Cyberdyne, Wolverine was yelling at us to find the black diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/06/canadian-in-bind.html"&gt;Kody came in handy and offered to interrogate Sabertooth..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed Ro, "Why is &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-is-sky.html"&gt;Magneto's brotherhood attacking Cyberdyne&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps you should be more worried about where Magneto is" Mystique spat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I have something for ol Bucket head." Logan spat back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just keep your eye out for his new toy!" I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-this-is-what-dying-feels-like.html"&gt;He doesn’t have her anymore.&lt;/a&gt;" Logan said… "We need those diamonds, without them they can't use their weapon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Kody, "Well I think Saber is going to be singing pretty soon."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114937626867862093?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114937626867862093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114937626867862093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114937626867862093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114937626867862093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-cant-i-get-my-cat-naps.html' title='Why cant I get my cat naps'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114926855730758955</id><published>2006-06-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:15:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me-ouch</title><content type='html'>I woke to the smell of Japanese herbs. I could tell by the classy and ritzy style I was in SHI's apartment. I looked down at myself, I had herb packs on my wounds. I tried to think on how I got here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/06/vampiric-boogyman.html"&gt;I remember entering the portal to the Badlands of Sehal...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI pointed to the sky, "What are those."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His minions, I will take them" Vampi said taking flight. I don't think it was that Vampi couldn't fight as a team, more that she thought the minions were not going to be a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI looked at me, "Being around Logan I have seen him and Colossus do this thing he calls, curve ball spectacular… or something to that effect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, "You think you can throw me, your strong SHI but…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "I was thinking more on the lines of a sling shot…" Shi took a rope and tied it to a large tree branch, she pulled it back tight and tied it to another tree…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hopped onto the branch, "You coming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "What the hell, we cats land on our feet anyhow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up next to her and with her sword she cut the rope. The branch snapped and we went flying into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realized that we cats are not birds for good reason, I grabbed claws out at the first thing that flew by me.  I was fighting this thing as we were plunging down… I saw two minions with trolls flying side by side… SHI flipped kicking both the trolls off and landed on the flying beasts, she straddled them as if they were skis and then leapt into the air slicing the heads of four. I couldn’t let her out do me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprung on to one flying creature ripping its throat and with agile force leaping to another then another and another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down and landed on my feet as I turned I saw SHI coming down with one of the winged beast, She jumped off its back before it crashed and with a summersault landed next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show off, I think you been hanging around Wolverine too much." I said with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "Where is Vampi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, "Look there, its him. He has Vampi lets move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran to the castle where we found the thing with Vampi, We wasted no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing was strong and I remember hitting a wall and then everything going black. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Ana walking to me, She had un-SHI herself and now looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I take it &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/06/vampiric-boogyman-part-2.html"&gt;we won&lt;/a&gt;?" I asked and she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For now." Ana said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to call someone," I said reaching for the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phone rang, "&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ororo&lt;/a&gt;, Hi its Pantha, I am okay, got a bit bruised up. No you don't need to come… Ororo I am fine… " I sighed, "I am at Ana's I will be there in 45 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ana walked in, "So you leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "So you and Logan huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana kind of looked sad, "I don't know it seems for a loner he has many other interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how do you get past all the hair," I teased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana just gave me a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well just so you know I think it's more that Warbird has an interest in our Loner than Logan has in her. You ask me I think he is a bit hung up on you." I gave her a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the phone rang, "See that is him now I bet you 5 dollars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana Ishikawa, Hello?" Anna answered the phone and then looked at me, " Pantha you can leave the five dollars on the counter." She said turn to me briefly, "Hi Danny, no it's okay, how is the Gallery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my leave and got a very warm welcoming when I arrived at the Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got you some fresh cream and told everyone to stay out of it. How bad are you hurt?" Ororo said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know depends, you going to kiss my boo-boos?" I teased with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elixir &lt;/a&gt;ran over and put his hand up, "Hi there Pantha so did you kick some ass and take names?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know kid, there is something better than ass kicking." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elixir looked shock, "Yeah like what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ororo, "Like the love of a beautiful woman. I am going to have some cream and lie down for a bit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114926855730758955?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114926855730758955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114926855730758955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114926855730758955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114926855730758955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-ouch.html' title='Me-ouch'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114901299917383206</id><published>2006-05-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:33:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood diamonds not black diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-x-man-maybe.html"&gt;Warbird was all over Logan despite the fact he told her he wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo and was teasing him then Vampi paid us a visit with her friend Kodiak&lt;br /&gt;We all together went looking for the black diamonds. Logan found one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi gasped, "This isn't a black diamond, it's a drakulonian blood diamond. The older the diamonds, the darker red they get until they look black. They are capable of acting as fuel as well as channeling a lot of energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked "Vampi is right they are Drakulonian diamonds but I thought Drakulon only traded the rubies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan, can you handle magneto? I have to find out who is smuggling these diamonds, They aren't suppose to be removed from my planet." Vampi shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me I can handle Magneto and his love toy." Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Vampi, "Why don't we pick up Shi, we could use her help."&lt;br /&gt;Vampi nodded again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi looked at Logan, "You sure you, Storm and Warbird can handle this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Logan give her an annoyed look. "Very well, Pantha fetch SHI, Kodiak I hope you like adventures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ororo, be careful." I smiled and left to get Shi while Vampi with Kodiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew why Vampi was worried, these were no ordinary blood diamonds, and the power they could create was unstable. Without knowing, Magneto had put a bee in someone's bonnet but the question was whose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that question which I knew worried Vampi. Even Vlad would not mess with the diamonds. He would dare wake and unleash that beast on Drakulon.  There was only one who was worse than Vlad and who hated Drakulon enough to want to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought sent chills down my spine. Here I thought he was just a myth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114901299917383206?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114901299917383206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114901299917383206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114901299917383206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114901299917383206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/blood-diamonds-not-black-diamonds.html' title='Blood diamonds not black diamonds'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114884465619259813</id><published>2006-05-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:33:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That went well... or maybe not</title><content type='html'>We entered Cyberdyne. I and Storm went through the metal detectors and as Logan went through they went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security was convinced he had a weapon. Things went bad to worse rapidly. Some woman guard scratched me and for a moment I thought we were fighting our way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were taken to separate rooms. After waiting some time I was led into a room with Logan and Ororo. Then another woman walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman that Logan knew as&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/25029068"&gt; warbird&lt;/a&gt; smiled as she greeted Logan with a very deep passionate kiss, "Logan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol." Logan stuttered, I think he was taken back by such a reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are lucky I was here questioning the geeks." Carol Danvers stated, "Looks like Skynet has been telling the security computers bad things about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have they told you anything?" Ororo asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you men Cyberdyne, no they are tight lipped about everything." Carol responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be happy to loosen those lips," Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful Logan you will make me jealous." The warbird teased running her hands over his bicep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat. "Can we get on with it?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the executive and he quickly changed his mind about giving us the info. Logan was very persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Business executive from Cyberdyne stuttered, "Here here, this all the information about &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-out-of-3.html"&gt;the laser and weapon&lt;/a&gt;. As for Skynet, Where do I begin? The technology came from the future. At some point the damn thing began thinking for itself, became alive. The woman responsible for the taking the laser and weapon, she came here and download Skynet. From what we can tell she came here under the command of Skynet and Skynet took over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what you're saying is that Magneto's robot love toy is … what… Skynet?" &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-day.html"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt; asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robot. No she is a cyborg from what we can tell more advanced then the first. We have made copies of the first and they weren't as advance. But yes the cyborg and Skynet are now one in the same. " Said the Cyberdyne blue collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then handed us a paper, "The laser and weapon aren't compatible but this, it can act as an interface uniting the two and more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where is this interface," I say "that is where Skynet and Magneto will be going next." I continued to state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its here." The suit stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we wait and when they arrive we will be waiting for them." Ororo stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given control of security and Carol took the opportunity to be on Logan's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the room Logan began sniffing, "Magneto's been here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the vault below and found the interface missing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn we are too late," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suit looked at us… "Not exactly. We separated the interface, we have the chips. Skynet will need the chips and black diamonds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warbird took the chips, "Well if they want these they will have to come see us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Cyberdyne I couldn’t help but feel there was something they weren't telling us. We had heard there had been a bank robbery, the thieves stole black diamonds. So all they needed now was these chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ororo, Logan and I went to Carol's apartment. Now we have to wait for Magneto and Skynet.&lt;br /&gt;Ororo and I are staying in a guestroom and well it seems Logan has an open invitation to sleep in Carol's room with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been pawing at him all day. I told Ororo "This isnt going to go well with Ana."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114884465619259813?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114884465619259813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114884465619259813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114884465619259813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114884465619259813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-went-well-or-maybe-not.html' title='That went well... or maybe not'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114876867865449126</id><published>2006-05-27T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:24:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberdyne...</title><content type='html'>So I have been lounging around here at the school. I was sitting eating ice cream watching a midnight show when I saw Storm walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and shook her head, "that is the Professor's ice cream you're eating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well when he gets back to an empty fridge, he will remember to have me some cream here, won't he." I said in a mood and then looked up at her, "You know I am shocked at you. What is with, ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lead the attack and destroy most of our enemies. Do I get any credit? Do I get any thanks? Of course not. You are on your own.&lt;/span&gt;' Huh? First you didn’t lead the attack and we all equally took the sentinels down equally. We couldn't have done it without everyone that was there that day, this includes you, if you felt I excluded you, I am sorry but it wasn't because your efforts and contribution wasn't appreciated. These kids needed to be told what a good job they did because they are kids, you though you know you did a good job. Throwing a tantrum and flying off the handle with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your on your won&lt;/span&gt;'? That is something suspect out of Scott not you, I hope you didn’t mean it. I may not agree with your &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html"&gt;Gestapo tactics&lt;/a&gt; but you are right, these kids have been coddled. Magneto was able to take over because these kids don't understand what he plans, they have never seen action. They should. If they are on the sidelines and see what happens out there, then they are not so naive in thinking someone like Magneto is cool. However you did go a little overboard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm walked over to me put her hand on her hip, "Kurt hasn't returned, has he? He is still ignoring you, isn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/storm-velika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/storm-velika.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poked my spoon in the ice cream, "We weren't talking about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well I can tell by your mood that the answer is yes to both questions." She sat next to me. "Got another spoon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I do, I had thought Logan was going to share some Ice cream with me but he disappeared." I said pointing at the unused spoon on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked it up and looked at me, "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We cats are nocturnal, night owls, besides until Kurt tells me how he wants to proceed I didn’t think it right for me to be in his bed when he got home. The Professor called."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" She asked just as she scooped a spoonful of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "He spoke with Logan then Scott."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She huffed as she put the ice cream in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a small smack of her lips, "he enjoying himself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "I can see what Kurt sees." I said looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" She looked at me confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if you know but I think Kurt has a thing for you." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh not you too." Storm said scooping more ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was my turn to look confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged, "the Professor's girlfriend discovered that he and I, though he denies it had a one night stand. Now she looks at me with suspicious eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled, "Storm, Maggie might be the goody goody girl but me, not hardly. Nor am I the jealous type &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/while-vampi-is-away-cat-comes-out-to.html"&gt;as I told Bra&lt;/a&gt; when I was seeing Goten, I see it as opportunity not a threat." I winked at storm "but I don't think Kurt has much interest, maybe its time for me to move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night polishing off the ice cream and Professor Xavier's other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I found that Storm had sent someone out to buy me some fresh cream, She can be so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the doorbell ring and then Logan's voice then….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Summer's? Is he here? &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/guest-poster-danny-bailey-swamped-with.html"&gt;Mr. Bailey said&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is so here." I said sending him up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan went to take a call after whispering to me how mean I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teased and made sure Scott had no excuse but to leave with Mr. Bailey , I was laughing with Hank about it when Logan walked in.&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like Magneto has been busy." He said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got storm and met with Hank and Logan in the Professor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed us the fax, pictures and video feed he received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to pay Cyberdyne a visit tomorrow, Storm and Pantha  I would like you both to come with me, Hank stay here and look after the school." Logan stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank and Storm tried to pull all the information they could about Cyberdyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/logo.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/logo.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Storm helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/0000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/0000000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took a long time then I heard a car, it was Scott returning, Storm and I teased and made fun of him, in front of him of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Logan walked out in a suit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm looked at him and then back at me, "A little over dressed aren't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have an interview in the city first, then you can pick me up with the Blackbird and we will go to LA." Logan said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan left for some interview and Storm and I picked him up later….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew to LA Cyberdyne's HQ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/cyberdyne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/cyberdyne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm looked at Logan, "Let's try polite first, after all we wouldn’t want to ruin your only suit." She laughed and I giggled with her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on laugh it up girls." Logan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Ororo, has a point. You do look like a businessman, maybe we can get a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with sugar that with vinegar&lt;/span&gt; in this case.. Ororo and I could be your girlfriends and you a rich businessman." I suggested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm whispered, "Bet you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favors&lt;/span&gt; that he ends up using vinegar before we are in there 5 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Logan and then back at Storm, "That is a sucker's bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the building I somehow I think things will get interesting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/dx-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/dx-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114876867865449126?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114876867865449126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114876867865449126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114876867865449126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114876867865449126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/cyberdyne.html' title='Cyberdyne...'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114863476574381420</id><published>2006-05-26T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:12:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent treatment continues</title><content type='html'>I have stuck around the mansion just in case they need my help with Magneto... Kurt vanished and the silent treatment has been getting a bit old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Storm feels we excluded her and didnt appreciate her help. So she is off again in a tantrum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott has been undergong some hmmm shall we say changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the Professor called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been invited to play basketball with Elixir and Wolverine and some other kids...&lt;br /&gt;This should be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like they have started without me... I wonder if Logan knows &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-again.html"&gt;that SHI left..&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114863476574381420?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114863476574381420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114863476574381420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114863476574381420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114863476574381420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/silent-treatment-continues.html' title='The Silent treatment continues'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114844870087471576</id><published>2006-05-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:31:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery behind the machines</title><content type='html'>It was done. We were successful in stopping the Sentinels. I am sure the Professor will be tickled to learn how well his younger mutants did… I will be sure to leave a note on his desk. Like an end of mission report I have seen Maggie do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-battle-was-like-totally-incredible.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua did one hell of a job healing everyone&lt;/a&gt;. Dust was awesome as the other kids. Also Kurt and I made a hell of a team… I had used my high agile abilities in my cat form to distract the robots and Kurt just *bamf* in and then out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though we had a Mystery…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan looked around and then asked, &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/05/sentinel-destroying-time.html"&gt;"I wonder why they were attacking' humans?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Shi, "Well I know nothing about computers or machines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked at SHI… She shook her head, "I know a little but not enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elixir spoke up, "Well we just learned a lot of stuff about computers can I try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank walked over with Elixir and they grabbed a memory chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed back to the school…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elixir, Shi and Hank were able to pull some files…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were re-programed. " Shi said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By who," Storm asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"by something called SKYNET, it looks government. I can't get more info because there just isn't any… SKYNET completely destroyed the original mission of the sentinels." SHI said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elixir? Right? Go in the TV room with the others. Thanks for your help kid." Logan said.. After the boy left he turned and pick up the phone and then put it on speaker…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you calling the Professor? Tell him he needs to be here." Scott whined and I walked over and he flinched, falling  onto the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wimp." Storm said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not calling Chuck. Not unless it becomes really important." Logan said as the phone began to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to Kurt and took his hand hoping he would take mine as well but he didn’t, I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then who are you calling?" SHI asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said government right? Well I know  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol_Danvers"&gt;this airforce pilot &lt;/a&gt;and she owes me a favor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw SHI tense a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Danvers office." The voice on the speaker said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its Logan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan? Business or pleasure?" the woman asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI clenched her fists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're on speaker." Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw so this isn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lets get together and roll in the hay like the good ole days &lt;/span&gt; call then?" The woman teased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO it is NOT!" SHI yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of awkward silence the woman on the speaker again, "So what's your business Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to speak since everyone else was so quiet, "We had sentinels attack the city and humans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I just heard." She replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were re-program by something that looks like it was from the government." SHI said bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think you can help us Babe?" Logan asked and SHI folder her arms and walked to another corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure anything for you Logan." The woman answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The memory chip we have says that the Sentinels were re-programmed and all previous missions specs were destroyed by something called SKYNET." Hank continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this silence… Then the phone hung up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some friend." Storm said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we uncovered a new weapon against Mutants," Scott suggested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott though that was actually surprisingly an intelligent suggestion, it wasn’t after mutants it was after Humans. Someone wants Humans dead, who would want humans dead." I offered trying to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All at once every mutant in the room said, "Magneto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the phone rang and Logan answered it then put it on speaker…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry about that Logan I had to get off that phone and to a secure line… Logan you have no idea what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skynet"&gt;SKYNET &lt;/a&gt;is… or what it was…" The woman said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why don't you share your information." SHI said and it actually sounded a bit hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SKYNET… was.. and I stress was… the air forces... It was a computer network created by Cyberdyne Systems Corporation for Strategic Air Command-North American Aerospace Defense Command for the US Airforce and US Government. SKYNET was buggy, seemed there were problems they couldn’t isolate. One of the geeks theorized that it actually   &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentient"&gt;became Sentience&lt;/a&gt;. Twice some thing, a chic, machine… She broke in the base… The first time she went straight for SKYNET…  from what the techs can tell she went to the main control and downloaded every aspect of SKYNET, leaving some kind of skeleton system that she could control  outside… They were trying to shut it down with no success and then, this Cyborg lost control . The second time she came she took what was left of SKYNET, a laser that was very top secret, parts of the base it self and government robots and machines… The Cyborg female destroyed what she didn’t take and she was with a man. We don't know who he is or who she is… SKYNET was top of the line … not sure where cyberdyne got it but there was rumor of it being Alien, technology not from this planet… or from future.  That is all I know." The woman sighed after telling us what she knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its enough, thanks doll. " Logan said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me later Logan, but not about bussiness. I think its time for a few pleasure calls." The Airforce pilot then hung up… SHI began rock back and forth a bit, it was clear she was angry and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kurt said something about a female robot." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ja, vith Magneto." Kurt said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I destroyed that bitch." Spat Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magneto is an accomplished inventor, he obviously fixed her." Hank added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magneto&lt;/a&gt; wants to kill the humans, he is now hitched to this female cyborg, a &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;female cyborg&lt;/a&gt; steals SKYNET and SKYNET turns sentials after humans… Sounds like Magnetos been busy." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now vhat?" Kurt inquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We wait… We wait to see what Magneto's next move is." Storm stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shouldn't we call the Professor?" Scott whimpered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave Chuck to enjoy his game. I am sure him and Maggie are living it up." Logan said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as everyone went to do they're own things while we wait for Magneto's next move. Logan went with SHI… Storm flew off… Kurt said he had to see someone on some personal business and *bamf* away. Beast put his bunny slippers on and went to watch a movie we the students that had not went home for the summer, Scott was flexing his muscles in his full length mirror and I…  I decided to write my end of mission report to let Professor Xavier know how well the students did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the doorbell rang… I went to the door… "Hello I am Mr. Bailey, Miss Ishikawa's aid. I have some papers for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She isn't here but I am sure it would be okay if you left them in Logan's room. Come I will show you the way." I said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bailey put the papers down and as I was showing him out he stopped at Scott's door. Scott was no longer flexing from the sound of running water I would say he was taking a shower… I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on in. He has been talking about you over and over." I grinned evilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Mr. Bailey said… and then he walked in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a stinker….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114844870087471576?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114844870087471576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114844870087471576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114844870087471576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114844870087471576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/mystery-behind-machines.html' title='Mystery behind the machines'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114831410939321012</id><published>2006-05-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:08:30.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not Mary Poppins!</title><content type='html'>I sitting having me a chocolate pudding, I can not believe how empty this school is.&lt;br /&gt;A young boy walked in, as he walked passes he looked twice. " Hello." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um hi, I see you found the Professors secret stash of chocolate pudding with extra whip cream." He smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is more," I pointed to its hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled a soda from the refrigerator and looked at me, "Want something to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't happen to have fresh cream would you?" I ask hoping the answer would be yes. If I was going to be a frequent visitor I will have to educate the Professor as I did Vampi about leaving me some goodies like fresh cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, sorry. Are you… a teacher?" He asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "No just you're average stray. My name is Pantha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stretched his hand; "I am &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/uh-hi.html"&gt;Joshua Foley&lt;/a&gt;. Elixir if you like. So what kind of name is Pantha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s the name I was given at birth." I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I see, so you just wandered in here and are helping yourself to the Professors goodies?" He asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No my boyfriend lives here." I said then remembering that we may not be boyfriend/girlfriend, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Where is he?" Josh asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is with Logan." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of boyfriend chooses a hairy man with claws over … well you." He asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled… Just then a young girl ran in screaming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped down from the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down sweetheart. What is it?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sentinels! They are rampaging the city destroying everything and everyone." She said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and saw Hank walk in, oh this was great…&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt; Xavier is on LGS &lt;/a&gt;as is Gaia. &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/05/somethings-up-with-kurt.html"&gt;Logan and Kurt went off&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/visitor.html"&gt;Ana followed shortly after&lt;/a&gt;. Storm is off having her hissy. The other members of the X men are god who knows where. Which leaves me with  *sigh * Scott Summers…At least I also have Hank, also known as the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Josh, "Gather whoever is left at the school and put on your best ass kicking uniform."&lt;br /&gt;Josh took off with missing a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank stopped me; "Those are students not X men. Charles would never."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isn't here! No one is! But you and me. … Oh and Scott. It's not enough. Someone out there is hoping someone is going to come and stop these machines so warm up that Jet we are going out." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the closet and opened it, "Scott, You listen to me carefully because I am only going to say this once. I am not Storm I am not Charles I am not your girl or your buddy. I am Pantha and I can be a real bitch. Trust me you haven't met one, yet. Now you are going to shape up and start acting right or else. I am going to show you what a real beating feels like and then I am going to drug you, put you in a thong and deliver you to your boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait he isn't my…" Scott began to whine and I snapped my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to hear it. Not whining, not complaining, not excuses," I said pulling him out of the closet, "Go get dressed and then find Storm we are going to need her. Meet us in the city. Scott I mean it no fooling around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head out to the basketball court where I saw Hank and some others loading up. A small girl zipped by me and moved like  lightening.  I managed to stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello who are you? " I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karla Litefoot, they call me the humming bird." She beamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are awfully fast." I remarked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fastest thing on two legs." She beamed even further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect I need someone like you for a very important assignment." I said as I watch her eyes glisten, "Logan, Kurt and Ana went out for beers but I don't know where. I need you to run as fast as you can in and out of each bar around town until you find them and tell them what is happening and to meet us in the city. Can you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a quick oh yeah she was off like lightening.&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the x-men's jet, the blackbird and took my seat. Looking at Hank I said, "I hope you can fly this thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and took the controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mutant skills are to heal." He said sounding a little nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I winked, "Then you're our most important mutant. Ever played a role playing game?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head no…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you go into dungeons also known as instances you look for a healer. Having a healer makes the impossible possible. You just keep us healed." I smiled at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So are you a mutant?" Josh asked "Human?" He continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No and no. I am a Therianthrope from the planet Drakulon." I said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An alien who can turn into an animal." He asked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "Right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank then spoke "We got something a head…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough sentinels and they were trashing the city and killing humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beast set the jet down and as he and I left the Blackbird I gave out orders,"Josh you are in charge of the others. Form 2 teams. I want one on one side of the street the other on the other side. Start evacuating these humans quickly. Heal those who are hurt but get them out of here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the robots?" Josh asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beast and I will hold them off until the Calvary comes." I said nodding at Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank took one and I took another but I quickly began to feel that tackling these walking bolts and screws wasn’t going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using as much feral force as I could but the Sentinel knocked me away as if I was bug…&lt;br /&gt;I hit the side of a building and came tumbling down with glass and debris. Thank-god us cats land on our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt bleeding badly and looked up to see a giant foot… I remembered thinking oh this is going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a lightening bolt struck the sentential and Kurt teleported to me and bamf me out just in time&lt;br /&gt;We reappeared with Storm, Cyclops, Wolverine and SHI; Soon Beast  and Elixir joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elixir healed those who were hurt quickly. "Are you suppose to be her?" Logan asked and Josh pointed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan and I will take the left one." Shi said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait Darlin' you are in no shape to be fighting, We will handle this you take the kids home." Logan replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is right Shi, you have no makeup so you will expose your identity and more importantly you have no weapons and armor." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI went through a martial arts store that was batter and in shambles, She returned with a mask and carrying 2 swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan and I will take the left." Shi said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt spoke next, "I vill go with Pantha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be stuck with Scott so I will go with Logan as well." Storm said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hank you and Cyke, keep the bigger one the one in the back busy. When we knock these two out We will all attack the last one." Wolverine said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS Shi and the other started off in their battle I turned to Josh and winked, "Not all of us can heal like him," I said pointing at Logan, "So you will have your hands full, but I know you can do it…. Healer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then charge changing into my panther form… Let's see what these things are worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114831410939321012?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114831410939321012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114831410939321012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114831410939321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114831410939321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-not-mary-poppins.html' title='I am not Mary Poppins!'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114806513658679326</id><published>2006-05-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:58:56.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting to know you... again</title><content type='html'>Because &lt;a href="http://nightcrawlersblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-made-it-to-westchester-new-york-but.html"&gt;Kurt &lt;/a&gt;lost his memory He and I have to get re-aquatinted. Vegeta hasn’t been helping by &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/05/aftermath.html"&gt;sending Buu &lt;/a&gt;around. I was helping Vampi and left to tend to other business. Now that I am finished with that I went to see Kurt again… I arrived at The Xavier School for Mutants and was surprised…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/storm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-called-general-assembly-of-all.html"&gt;Storm was throwing a tantrum&lt;/a&gt;. Most the X men were gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped a young mutant child, "Excuse me but where is everyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged and ran off a bit then he stopped, "Scott is running around in a dress and acting strange…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Scott and sure enough &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-fight-over.html"&gt;he was wearing a dress&lt;/a&gt;. I then saw beast lounging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/beast05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/beast05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hank where is everyone?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"Wolverine is with &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-am-i.html"&gt;his girlfriend she almost died&lt;/a&gt;." The Beast stated&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine has a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;"Storm took over the school but the kids rebel so now she off who knows where." Hank continued&lt;br /&gt;"And Scott what happened to him? Or do I want to know?" I inquired&lt;br /&gt;Just then a young man walked in, He looked at the Beast with a bit of a start and gulped before speaking, "I am looking for Mr. Summers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you are?" Hank asked as if he really didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi I am Danny Bailey, I work for Miss Ishikawa. I brought Mr. Summers home the other day &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/drunken-visit.html"&gt;when he had been drinking&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beast pointed at Scott sitting babbling in a corner. I watched Mr. Bailey look Scott up and down and then sigh, "Come on Mr. Summers lets get you properly dressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bailey helped Scott up stairs and the Beast and I looked at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a second I then asked, "Kurt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Upstairs I think." Hank said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking upstairs as I saw Scott dressing and over heard him and Bailey talking&lt;br /&gt;"Danny you're the only one who respects me." Scott whimpered&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bailey, "Did you get my letter?"&lt;br /&gt;As Scott asked, "Letter? &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/05/what.html"&gt;What letter&lt;/a&gt;?" Mr. Bailey's cell rang and he shut the door…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/8-squall%20boys%20image39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/8-squall%20boys%20image39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and found Kurt lying down so I came in and woke him. I decided to take a chance with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/nightcrawler124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/nightcrawler124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha? " He said with a bit of a startle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liebling. Wie gehts?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am doing good and you." He asked in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then we heard Scott yell, "What!" Just then we heard him running from his bedroom and down the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "Want to join me tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt smiled, "Ja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/nightcrawler121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/nightcrawler121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat looking at the skyline of the city. Kurt started to relax he even wrapped his tail around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/pantha-kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/pantha-kurt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the Mansion and were having breakfast, for a school it was awfully quiet and empty. Kurt and I sat talking and I made the mistake of mention my form fling with Goten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/kurt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt wasn't happy at all. He seemed jealous. Then the doorbell rang Scott ran in, Pantha you answer it and if it is that guy tell him I am not here. Scott hid in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/cyclops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/cyclops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt said he was going to go speak with Logan and would be back later. By the tone in his voice he was angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the door and opened it; "Scott its okay it's just Girls scouts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Meanwhile Kurt *bamfs * to where Logan sits… "Hallo, Mien Freund."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Esad_Ribic_WOLVERINE_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Esad_Ribic_WOLVERINE_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114806513658679326?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114806513658679326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114806513658679326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114806513658679326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114806513658679326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-to-know-you-again.html' title='getting to know you... again'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114772776108736354</id><published>2006-05-15T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:16:09.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buu nightmare</title><content type='html'>Thanks to vegeta I have Buu dancing and being rude... He wont quit....&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like him and I am really getting tired of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miari called  me and then I learned it wasnt Miari but Vami in his body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow I will be helping her ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114772776108736354?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114772776108736354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114772776108736354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114772776108736354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114772776108736354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/buu-nightmare_15.html' title='Buu nightmare'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114659708509620488</id><published>2006-05-02T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:11:25.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh Vegeta will pay...</title><content type='html'>I dont know how but Vegeta will pay... for &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/05/aftermath.html"&gt;last night&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got him to quit by bribing him with cakes and stuff... Luckily one Professors kids was kind enough to do the baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/dragonball-buu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/dragonball-buu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how but I have to get him back... Maybe Wolverine might like to help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114659708509620488?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114659708509620488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114659708509620488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114659708509620488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114659708509620488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/ugh-vegeta-will-pay.html' title='Ugh Vegeta will pay...'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114649981438224438</id><published>2006-05-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:55:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The contracted deal--- part 2</title><content type='html'>As soon as we were teleported to Fenf du we ran to find hotstuff... When we got to him he was back to his super devil form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other demons approached and he miled, "me will go get  Mom and Dad now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not with out us..." Trunks said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotstuff explained we would loose any and all super powers but then realized that argueing was futile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teleported us to Hades... there was already a battle raging... &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-powers-no-problem-lets-break-out.html"&gt;prising Vegeta and Bulma was there and they had guns that was working&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotstuff and the other demons attacked and we began helping the others to a opened portal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/05/grounding.html"&gt;We arrived in the capsule corp and I instructed Bulma to get Mirai and Vampi something to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was convinced all was well and saw that everyone was heading out, I left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a promise I need to keep with a certain mutant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trveled in my panther form and was entering into the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wer ist da?" &lt;a href="http://nightcrawlersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kurt&lt;/a&gt; said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transformed into my humanoid form, "Ich bin..." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the bed next to him... "I am sorry if I woke you... shall I go or ....shall I stay?" I ran my hand across his chest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114649981438224438?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114649981438224438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114649981438224438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114649981438224438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114649981438224438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/05/contracted-deal-part-2.html' title='The contracted deal--- part 2'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114649909726568182</id><published>2006-04-29T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:58:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The contracted deal--- part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-in-hell.html"&gt;I was distracting while trunks and Bra was getting the contract... Crooked L had came back and was in his office but Bra did a good job distracting him..&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regrouped and started to look for Lu when we heard a voice behind us... "Looking for someone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/Lucifer_1a_sonntag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/Lucifer_1a_sonntag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Lucifer.... Trunks jumped right into his face... "Hotstuffs devil soul was taken away.. stolen and we demand that it be given back...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer went to strike Trunks as he scoffed at him, "Arrogant boy!" but Lucifer was hit with a bright angelic light that shoved him back a few steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cant touch or harm a good soul can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt;?" I asked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it made trunks feel good to know his soul was protected... Lucifer looked up at the sound of thunder, "Yeah Yeah," he then looked at us, "Come with me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We teleported into his office which wasnt in Feng du anymore it was somewhere ... else...&lt;br /&gt;He had thousand of TVs that stretched around the room and loked to go on forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see I and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. we can see everything..." He said as he pointed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the screen of hotstuff sitting waiting for Miria and Cain to return from Hades, "So it is true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my son&lt;/span&gt; has returned..." He growled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are hotstuff's father?" Bra asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer curled his lip as he sent the image away, "The mother got preganant when she was told not to, she then had the child when she was told not to and to add salt to the wound she handed him to a gooddoer so that his soul would end up being..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks laughed,"Protected like mine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well devils can harm devils, but that rule doesnt apply to me..." Lu sneered&lt;br /&gt;Trunks sneered back, "Well he is Miria's son now... so ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before Trunks could finish his sentence Lu slammed his fist on his desk... "Enough! If you have the original contract I will make Crooked L honor it... but I wouldnt put my faith into Miria,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called for the image of Miria... "Oh know he has been effected by Elysian too..." Bra stated with worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Cain... well it seems his soul has arrived a little a head of schedule... " Lu showed us Cain who was suffering because he was powerless and could not get into Elysian... Completely oblivious to Lilith and her demons approaching to attack and kill Cain... Which would condem him to Hades forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both Miria and Cain will be fine... " Bra said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer raised a finger, "Care to make a bet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not on your life!" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu has made crooked L honor the contract and we were off to met Hotstuff... WHile Crooked L's demons were off to stop Lilith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving Lu called to trunks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/Lucifer_1a_sonntag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/Lucifer_1a_sonntag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give your brother a message from me, tell him I looked forward to his arrival... and have a special place for him..." Lu laughed evilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were teleported back to Feng du&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114649909726568182?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114649909726568182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114649909726568182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114649909726568182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114649909726568182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/contracted-deal-part-1.html' title='The contracted deal--- part 1'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114624774275956012</id><published>2006-04-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:56:51.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where a rogue when you need one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/pay-devil-his-due.html"&gt;So we found Hotstuff...&lt;/a&gt; He lost his devil soul and we had to steal the original contract  and bring it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/Lucifer_1a_sonntag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/Lucifer_1a_sonntag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer.... His poster was everywhere so we would know him when we saw him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked L left his office but his goons stood guard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks and Bra sat looking at the imps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/imp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/imp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at Ox Head and Horse head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/haw07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/haw07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I could distract them... You and Bra could go in and get the contract...." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped up on a table and began to sing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The heat is on, on the street&lt;br /&gt;Inside your head, on every beat&lt;br /&gt;And the beat's so loud, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The pressure's high, just to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the heat is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me can you feel it)&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me can you feel it)&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me can you feel it)&lt;br /&gt;The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on&lt;br /&gt;the heat is on Oh it's on the street, the heat is - on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me can you feel it)&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me can you feel it)&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me can you feel it)&lt;br /&gt;The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's on the street, the heat is - on.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowd gathered round including all but horse-head... I so hope they hurry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114624774275956012?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114624774275956012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114624774275956012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114624774275956012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114624774275956012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-rogue-when-you-need-one.html' title='Where a rogue when you need one?'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114616887039519386</id><published>2006-04-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:09:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a headache...</title><content type='html'>I woke in an apartment near &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/"&gt;crime alley&lt;/a&gt;... A woman named Karen and a guy named Cain that looked like Vegeta with blue hair were smoozing, and they were doing it quite loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I am sorry, your awake... " Karen said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-fight.html"&gt;What happened&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/such-tranquility.html"&gt;Where is vampi&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-world-is-mine.html"&gt;geta&lt;/a&gt;?" I try to rise but my head felt like I had been hit by a meteor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-fight.html"&gt;You almost died&lt;/a&gt;" she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-shake-stick-at.html"&gt;Hotstuff teleported&lt;/a&gt; with Vampirella somewhere, &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/secret-place.html"&gt;the mindflayers say Hades&lt;/a&gt;..." Cain scoffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gogeta is still .... Miria and the others are still trying to stop him..." Karen added...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my head, "Gogeta will have to be thier problem, I have to get to Vampirella before Lilith gets to her... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I smelt brimstone...  "Gut Abends... Frau Pantha... I vas vondering can ve speak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at &lt;a href="http://nightcrawlersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kurt&lt;/a&gt;... "Did you get your memory back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down and then at me, I knew then Kurts answer was no, "but you are... you..  mien..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my hand gentlely along his face, "We can start over Schatz... For now I have to go.. How do you feel about going into a Hell dimension?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt began crossing himself and saing some prayers... "Do ve have to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my hand over his chest, "We dont but I do... You go rest try to remember... We can talk when I get back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a very passionate kiss as I pressed up against him purring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heading out the door when I heard Karen yell, "Wait, you cant go alone," She looked at this Vegeta wanna be, "Cain... Cain! Dont act like you can not hear me... Either go help her or help your brother... Cain I mean it!  Do it or else..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or Else what woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw rage in Karens eyes and then a sense of cleaverness, "Or else you  can stay and watch the DVDs I rented with me, we have, " She picked up a stack of DVDs and as she read each title outloud Cain began to shutter," Bareback mountian, Casa blanca, Love story,  pretty woman, the way we were, oh and this one....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00000JLWW.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00000JLWW.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran out the door past me yelling, "What are you waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;I guess for Cain, Hades is better than staying here tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Karen as she smiled at me and said, "Actually these are gifts for Bulma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tenderly kissed Kurt again this time he kissed me back, "bis später.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"until later.. Liebling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Cain, "Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To get Bra... Hotstuff doesnt trust me, but he might trust her... Also Someone needs to tell that half wit brother of mine what is happening..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/fusion-vs-fusion.html"&gt;Bra was helping Gohan up to his feet, the area looked horrid and in the distance Gogeta and.... Miria were fighting...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gohan took a fighting stance and Bra jumped in between, "Give him a chance..."&lt;br /&gt;They then saw me running up in my cat form I metamorphed back to my humanoid form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Bra's arm, "We have trouble... Hotstuff panicked and teleported vampi to Hades..."&lt;br /&gt;Cain looked at Bra and pulled a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her mouth, "Are you hurt sister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, but..." She looked at Goten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain scoffed, "He will live," Cain then looked at Trunks, "So will you little brother."&lt;br /&gt;Both trunks and Goten looked as if they were going to fight Cain and I stopped them, "This isnt helping Vampi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi?" Trunks asked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain explained quickly what happened... We looked up again at the fight Cain stood tall and sneered at both Trunks and Goten, "You should follow his example and stop slacking and stop ending up an embarrasement to your Sayian heritage..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look whose talking," Goten snapped. Cain got in Goten's face, "If you were a true Sayian you would have protected my sister better..." He threw the handkerchief of blood at Goten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra and I yelled, "Stop this.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "Bra, Cain and I are going in search of Hotstuff... The easiest way into all of the hell dimensions is Feng du... From there we can enter any hell dimension, provided we have clearence... to get clearence we need cash, "I looked at Bra, "&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/while-vampi-is-away-cat-comes-out-to.html"&gt;We will need your credit card Bra&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us then went to a place that sold Hellbank notes, and After Bra bought enough we were off... We told Trunks we would continue to use the comm links to let him know what we find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/devils-game.html"&gt;I just hope hotstuff hasnt done anything stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114616887039519386?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114616887039519386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114616887039519386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114616887039519386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114616887039519386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-headache.html' title='What a headache...'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114588486394405306</id><published>2006-04-24T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:44:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Vampirella - Romeo Romeo, what art thou doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/fights-end.html"&gt;Trunks and Miria came home today.&lt;/a&gt; I havent seen Miria but I got a call from Trunks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you feeling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... side from I have to use a panick button rather than just deal with people who are after me myself.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its only for a short time... Are you alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Pantha went to see &lt;a href="http://nightcrawlersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kurt&lt;/a&gt;.... She is really hung up on him but he has been ignoring her. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm I am coming over..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door bell rang and I looked in the peep hole... It was Trunks he was drinking something...&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door and someone beeped thier horn across the street Trunks turn quickly and looked at the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just stared at it.. then ran over and began reciting poetry to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ODE to a car &lt;/span&gt;I wasnt sure if I should laugh or call Vegeta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trunks are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Pal get away from my car!" This guy said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much?" Trunks asked as he started to pull tons of cash out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought the car and drove off, "Sorry Vampi but we need to be alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside and a few minutes later I heard Miria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the door and he came in kissing me...&lt;br /&gt;We were makig out on the couch when the baby moved. He sat for a long time with his head to my belly talking to the baby.... It was very cute... You would think it was his baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell rang and it was Bulma Barriss was there to examine me... So Miria and I went to Bulma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barriss teased, "You are healthy as a horse Vampi and looks like you could explode any day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "So She is healthy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very much so, want to know your due date?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know? " I said with Surprise and Miria came close, "Sure we want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it wasnt easy because the baby has been growing at an accelerated rate but I have been able to calculate... You should have this baby May 5th... Give or take a day.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow that isnt far..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I will see you then." Barriss said as she left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alien woman walked in, "the baby should be delivered by Kamael."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, "Is that your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I am Jezzia. I was a nanny for the princess of the Scarratus... &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/mansion-is-done_21.html"&gt;My master is Mistress Kamael. She was the Queens hand maiden&lt;/a&gt;... I was a slave my people are slaves to the Corru... The Scarratus took in several of my people fleeing from the Corru... They refused to be slaves..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the Corru used a weapon and destroyed the planet but the Scarratus was able to send all the spirits of thier world into a tiny seed and send it away... &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-piece-of-puzzle_114521717094481663.html"&gt;Bardock destroyed the Corrus planet killing weapon and now they want the baby dead.. I know this.&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mistress and your child are the only survivors of that world... The longer your child lives the more hope among those worlds the Corru have enslave grows... Some have taken up arms against them... Your unborn is a symbol that the Corru cant take everything away from us and that they can be beat... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Explains why they want the baby dead." Miria stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Mistress Kamael is a slave prisoner at a mining compound... Please you must save her she is weak and I fear will die..." She walked to me "and there is rights, things that should be done at the birth that Kamael will know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am too weak..." I said as I turned to Miria... "I will need you and Trunks to do this please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course.." Miria said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will speak with Trunks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in search of Trunks and found him moaning in his office... "Oh my head..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trunks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi, oh come in... I want to tell you something... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drank something then started to turn around just then a cat ran in with a bell, He looked down and saw the cat... His new secretary walked in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Mr Breifs the cat for the Meow Meow mix commercial isnt cooperating today..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks picked the cat up... more poetry????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that I needed to talk to him and told him it was important I was dis-missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hall way a little overwhelmed with how easily he dismissed me when I got a call "Marrion? Hi... free for dinner? yeah. Do you mind if I bring both Trunks I need to do something that is difficult and I could use you there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Trunks Secretary walked in I scheduled a dinner date with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Breifs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this is in reference to... Sorry but he will ask...I think I need to speak with him and Miria about our relationship.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Miria, "Meet me and Trunks for dinner... I have decided I have to make a choice and we all should talk about that choice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner I sat with Miria he seemed a bit nervous... soon Trunks walked in ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi I am sorry about... I can explain..."&lt;br /&gt;I held my hand up... "I need you two if you can work together to go and free the slaves on this mining base... Jezzia will go with you... So you have to wait until she is strong enough to go... Bulma says it will be a few days.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure no problem me and Miria have agreed to have a truce..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay because after tonight I need to spend sometime with Hotstuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is something wrong with my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Trunks squirm, "He isnt your son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2006/04/camping-at-sinsa-gohans_23.html"&gt;Goku tells me he thinks he has been seeing monsters and is quite upset&lt;/a&gt;... but for now I think we should talk about us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are breaking up with one of us?" Miria asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tilted my head... and sighed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunks walked to me and kneeled on the ground and Miria sat up straight and uncomfortably, "Vampi first there is something I need to say, but I need you to look at me, " He took a drink... then I heard a bubbly voice, "Hi everyone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miria, I and Trunks looked up and saw Marrion ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114588486394405306?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114588486394405306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114588486394405306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114588486394405306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114588486394405306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/guest-poster-vampirella-ro_114588486394405306.html' title='Guest Poster: Vampirella - Romeo Romeo, what art thou doing?'/><author><name>Vampirella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/vampirella-ebay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114546011930112031</id><published>2006-04-19T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T08:21:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now back to what I love best....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-day-another-battle-i-love-it.html"&gt;Well We  were a success in distracting the halfbred...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-through-darkness-can-there-be.html"&gt;Vampi and the Trunkses awaken .... Seems we have our Vampi back...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over some Sushi everyone explained things to Vampi about both Trunks... She looks even more confused....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think of the fun... this could be a great oppertunity ... Listen to the french.. Ménag...." I whisper and Vampi put her hand over my mouth, "You are just so bad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the trunks cant get along so Miria Trunks asked to stay with Vampi... From Trunks look I dont think it went over well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it seems I need to find out how bad the Mansion is damaged...." Vampi said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I bought you a new one, "Trunks pushed his way between Miria and Vampi, "Its quite an old castle from Old Transivania... I am having it shipped over block by block and they are going to pur it back up and attached it to what is left of your old Mansion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didnt have to.." Vampi sighed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I didnt blow it up but at least being Pesident of the Capsule Corp I can buy you the things you need..." He said... smirking at Miria Trunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite enjoying the show especiall since I knew Vampi isnt at all interested in money but one trunks was using his assets to win over the other Trunks... or at least he was trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least I wont cheat on you or leave you for a blond..." Miria trunks grumbled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long the two broke out in a fight in the middle of a restraunt and sent Vampi in tears running to Gokus house where she is staying for the time being... She is so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Trunks left while the other, Miria Trunks brushed himself off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ? I mean cats love to be Mischevious and with &lt;a href="http://nightcrawlersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kurt&lt;/a&gt; loosing his memory and not paying me any attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure why not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Miria Trunks, You know... Vampi's prise posessions were not the Mansion but her &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/scarlet-blood-letter-part-2.html"&gt;weapons room&lt;/a&gt;... She had collected weapons of all kinds , some very old ones.... Of course the Moonglades can't be destroyed but her other weapons were... As was her antiques... I know an &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Art dealer&lt;/a&gt;, in fact I think you may have met her.... She was the one who hired someone for Vampi to build the illusions and all....  With &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/scarlet-blood-letter-part-2.html"&gt;some weapons you may have to speak with hudson&lt;/a&gt; on how to get... Not sure how Vampi got them, &lt;a href="http://bishopshouldgo.blogspot.com/"&gt;but Hudson might&lt;/a&gt;......"  I smiled..... "Then I phoned Trunks... You know....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi is right I am just so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw Miria Trunks he was speaking to Bulma and Vegeta, somehow he doesnt seem the corperation type... To bad they destroyed the castles of Vlad... Vampi usually sells them and pockets the profit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now who can I stir up more trouble with ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114546011930112031?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114546011930112031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114546011930112031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114546011930112031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114546011930112031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-back-to-what-i-love-best.html' title='Now back to what I love best....'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114536489692650714</id><published>2006-04-18T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:54:56.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampi is what?</title><content type='html'>I was decorating as you can see, making my blog more comfy... When I recieved a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-of-two.html"&gt;Vampi has been captured&lt;/a&gt; ... Well I have avoided this long enough.... Yes she made me  promise to kill her, swear and oath actually. However I knew Maggie was working to find another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know however of &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHI&lt;/a&gt;.... So the old girl has took her sword and make-up from the moth balls.. About time....  Once a crime fighter always one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I went to the Capsule Corp... I found everyone tring to move Vampi and 2 Trunks into a med lab... They were in a coma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is alot of brain activity," Someone said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see... " I walked over and hissss and snarled shriek back as I arched and drew my claws.... "Mindflayers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just Great!" Vegeta said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one has a good control of Vampi, we kill him and we cause her to become a vegetable. She has some kind of bond with them as a result she pulled them in, but they also went willingly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know who can help." Bra said... "We know someone who knows the mindflayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cain!&lt;/a&gt;?!  No! He can't be trusted!"  Son Goku screamed, "Besides I have a score...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough Kakarot! My sons, vampi and your father's blood oath is at state and you would kill Cabain?" Vegeta spat bitterly at Goku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goku walked to a side grinding his teeth... "Do not call him that, he doesnt deserve that name!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, Karen says he has good, maybe if we re-introduce him to the nanny..." Bra stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I think if you know someone who knows mindflayers then we should seek him out. We will need to help Vampi break this ones control... To do that we will need the help of a mindflyer. Always fight mindflyers with mindflyers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said and waited for the decision ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/"&gt;So would we go and see this Cain or was it Cabain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114536489692650714?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114536489692650714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114536489692650714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114536489692650714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114536489692650714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/vampi-is-what.html' title='Vampi is what?'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-114475977563907214</id><published>2006-04-11T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T05:49:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Panth1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No more guest posting for me... Now just to make this look more likeable....&lt;br /&gt;Come back later and see the changes ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-114475977563907214?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/114475977563907214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=114475977563907214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114475977563907214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/114475977563907214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-more-guest-posting-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Panth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
