OoC: Craaaaaap. Belle has me all paranoid that we're being judged with other twosomes.

IC: Many people praise virtues like tolerance and kindness. Some say that they make the world go 'round.

Stupid American bitch, Johnny thought to himself. I ought to beat her face in. In all likelihood, the woman in front of him wasn't American...but Johnny found that he could easily blame America for basically anything. The only state he had respect for was Texas.

For Johnny Bones, tolerance and kindness happened to other people.

Despite his increasing annoyance--all I want to do is enjoy the "Muse-Ic", dammit--Johnny could not help but be surprised and even slightly impressed by the woman who even now sent fireballs careening towards him. The fireballs were boring. The barrier of air that rendered his guns more useless than a cap gun was much more interesting.

Johnny clicked his fingers. A wall of fire sprang up in front of him, swallowing the fireballs like the ocean swallows rain drops. Intrigued, he poked the air in front of his gun. Compressed air? Something like that. Johnny hated science.

Actually...he hated just about everything.

Once more, the now-enraged woman sent fireballs after him. Surely she was an angel. The wings gave it away, but she was pretty good-looking, too. If he wasn't scared to death of God's terrible retribution, retribution he had barely avoided, he would've tried to hit on her. He shivered at the thought of what might happen. Better play it safe.

"I don't want to fight, hurt, and-slash-or kill you, miss," he shouted over the music. "You're way to pretty."

She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off, pulling his sword out from under his jacket--where it could not have possibly fit--and lit the sword on fire. "Seriously. I don't want to. I was just minding my own business. I love this band. C'mon."

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Kellson (Deceased). Johnny Bones (Only Technically Deceased).A witticism goes here.