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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jul 7, 2016 23:05:55 GMT -7
“P-Pandaemonium family?” He sputtered, blinking. Now he was even more confused, and frankly worried. Obviously he wasn’t Pandaemonium and he wasn’t sure how Grant had jumped to that conclusion, but that was exactly the kind of conclusion that got the police called on him. This was not good.
Then, he heard the sound of metal clattering on the floor. Of course, of all the times it chose to be useful, teleport to him when he needed it so he could hurry and get on his way, the sword chose now. Kasty didn’t have to look down at his side to know it was there, having happily announced its presence. He closed his eyes and knitted his brow.
Bending down, he picked up his sheathed sword. At least only Grant was around. The professor had closed the classroom door behind him, and the hallway was empty with summer the beginning of this hour's classes. “I’m not Pandaemonium.” He sighed.
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Post by Grant Miller on Jul 7, 2016 23:16:38 GMT -7
While Kasty stood there, looking both dumbfounded and seriously offended by Grant's accusation, making Grant more sure about who Kasty really was, there was a bit of an awkward silence that lasted a long enough while. Until it was broken by something that made the situation even more awkward. Looking down, Grant saw conclusive evidence behind Kasty's secret identity; an all too familiar sword. Trying to deny or hide it from Grant was now no use, as he now realized why Kasty seemed so familiar. Grinning for the first time in their conversation, Grant leaned in to whisper in Kasty's ear. "No, you're not Pandaemonium. Good to see you again, Blue"
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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jul 15, 2016 1:06:41 GMT -7
Kasty’s brow shot up and he stopped himself halfway from taking a step back. It’d taken that long for it to click. The height, the voice, the lack of lines, the weird familiarly; he’d even suggested the connection aloud and it’d taken Grant flat out saying the nickname of his nickname for him to finally catch on.
“Titan?” He gasped, the word catching halfway in his throat.
His opinion still held that he thought one of the major downsides of masks was you could walk past your closest allies on the street and never know it. Or, in this case, sit directly next to them. A warm smile spread over Kasty’s face and he gave the sword a slight toss, bettering his grip on the sheath.
“You want to come help me stop some Pandemoniums?”
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Post by Grant Miller on Jul 19, 2016 8:55:19 GMT -7
At last, Kasty had managed to catch on to what Grant was getting at. You could practically see him putting the pieces to together in his head. Though Grant wasn't completely free of thought either. Kasty was talkative enough that Grant should have recognized his voice much earlier. That inability to put two and two together could be attributed to him being too tired to completely noticed. But c'mon. The voice, the feathers, the rush to do some mysterious business and finally the sword were all obvious enough signs that Grant should smack himself for not figuring it out.
But that was done and over with. He was with a trusted friend now. With Kasty's offer to join him in the fight, Grant opened his bag, pulling out a very familiar mask. Looking back at Kasty, Grant gave a nod, a sly grin on his face. They wouldn't know what hit them.
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