The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)
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				Title: <strong>The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 08:56:11</strong>
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				Note: Because I'm doing so many characters, they'll be color-coded. The rest of you don't have to do this if you don't want to.<br><br>"The city...of Townsville<br><br>...has been cursed with dark days! Oh, such horrors have befallen this once evil then bright and now evil again place! Townsville is no longer even called Townville. Now, its known simply...as Heck. Heck, I say!!"<br><br>The skies above Townsville, or the remains of Townsville, are no longer blue, but have been stained blood red by an unknown drop in the bucket of unspeakable terror this humble town has endured in the recent past. Black, polluted clouds ride on a desolate wind across a moon broken in half. Townsville landmarks lie in ruin, from City Hall to the statue of Bubbles and Bullet. Even Pokey Oaks is now little more than a sign marking the now silent playground and charred drywall. Somewhere, a tall man in a lab coat sits among three graves with small stones at their heads, weeping.<br><br>"Just kidding!"<br><br>The ruins are like new again, whole, shiny and with outstanding structural integrity. Landmarks become the way they should be with a nice "ding!". The still very much intact town resides comfortably under the blue sky it knows so well in between monster attacks. The man in the coat, professor Utonium, is now laughing as he sits not with stones, but with computers. A feeling of peace and prosperity blankets Townsville and buys it ice cream. <br><br>"That could never happen to this city, because it has standing guard over it three superheroes! And not just any superheroes. But the one and only...Powerpuff Girls! Or should I say Powerpuff Ladies? Some eighteen years after their creation, the girls have grown into fine young women, as we all knew they would! But not everything in Townsville is so fine! For at this very moment, the evil, maniacal, nefarious arch-fiend Mojo Jojo is holed away in his lab. Cooking up something sinister, no doubt! What terrible schemes of malice and pain do you have planned for humaity this time, Mojo Jojo!?"<br><br>Inside his base atop a volcano, the chemically-enhanced simian is gazing into a monitor, studying it very carefully. The sillouhette of Mojo Jojo, his hand stogether at his chin, looks ominous in the glow coming from the screen.<br><br>"Oh, Mojo, how could you dare to...cry?"<br><br>The hands at his chin are holding a handkercheif, which Mojo Jojo has blown his nose into recently. Mojo's eyes are redder than usual and are leaking profusely. On the screen, a man and woman in black and white tell each other about the other's eyes, lips, body and soul. They kiss passionately, the woman melting as standing is no longer a priority to her brain. All it cares about is this man and his kiss.<br><br>"Yes...," Mojo says with a wavering voice as he dabs his eyes. "That...was...perfect."<br><br>"Wow, I can't believe Mojo not only has a taste for classic movies, but for romance as well. Tell us, Mojo, what did you take away from what was obviously a moving film?"<br><br>"I have taken..," he begins, shifting quickly from teary to leering. "..an idea for my grreatest plan yet to destroy the POW-WUHPUFF GUHLS!"<br><br>"What!?"<br><br>"Yes! For you see, when they were little, they were very young and did not have the weaknesses of mature women. Their immaturity had prevented certain shortcomings from manifesting in them, which made it difficult to find their weakness, as they had fewer of them then to be found. But now, being grown, those weaknesses are their's to have and to be expolited by me, Mmooo-joJojo, in order to defeat them and rule the world!" Mojo's sinister laughter echoed throughout his larger-than-it-looks-from-outside base.<br><br>"....what?"<br><br>"I shall explain, for you obviously do not understand, your question of 'what' indicating a lack of understanding and your repeating of it only serving to emphasize that my plan is unclear to you. Therefore, I shall explain the plan so that it WILL be clear to you! I shall use on the Pow-wuhpuff Guhls my greatest invention: the Rowdyruff Boys! The first time they met, those accursed girls used little boys' inherent hatred, loathing and disliking of being kissed. They found their only weakness in the simple act of a tiny little kiss, thereby destorying them through exploitation of their Achilles' heel. But now, I shall turn the tables! I shall use this same strategy against them! I shall be..vicTORIOUS!!" His evil gaze returned to the screen, which displayed the woman being powerless to stop the man from removing her blouse and having his way with..<br><br>"Woah! Okay, new scene! At the new, expanded suburban home of the Powerpuff Girls, an alert on another, less adult monitor tells Professor Utonium that its time to wake the sleepy superheroes."<br><br>"Oh my, its time for school!" Professor Utonium walks upstairs twice to the hallway that was added on when the girls reached puberty and one room for all of them would no longer do. He strolls down this hall, taking paternal pleasure in this morning ritual and stopping at the first door, on which he knocks. "Blossom, time for another fun and educational day at school!" He continues to the second door, knocking on it as well. "Oh, Bubbles," he calls, almost singing. "Rise and shine, my little pixie! The new day will be so lonely without you." Finally, he raps on the third door. "Wake up, Buttercup! The day has started and it needs someone to seize it!" With the girls now hopefully awake, he goes down one flight of stairs and begins making French toast, bacon and eggs for them. He starts to make sandwiches too before remembering slightly wistfully that they're not little girls anymore. But he doesn't mind that he can't pick them all up anymore. They may have grown, but so has his love for them.
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 10:02:48</strong>
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				A barely audible crash could be heard from within Buttercup’s room, in response to the professor’s cheery wake-up call, followed by a low groan and a soft shuffling, but that didn’t stop the young firebrand from getting an early start to the morning as she hovered, at a sluggish pace, out her door and down the stairs in a state of undress. With her short black disheveled hair, skimpy dark green lingerie and matching tank-top, the tumbler of the trio was looking absolutely shocking but it was mostly a normal sight for her in the Powerpuff household. <br><br>After muttering cynically under her breath about "seizing the day" and offering her dad a brief, "Morning Professor," she proceeded to land heavily in her seat. And from there it didn’t take the eager beaver too long before her head had thumped down onto the table only to be accompanied by an ungracious snore. “No liver for me,” she mumbled in her sleep, somehow inherently recalling the time the professor tried to feed them such for breakfast, followed by a more incoherent, “Just two more minutes…”<br><br>For the sporty one of the family, it wasn’t really a surprise that Buttercup wasn’t too keen on school. As a below average student in class and lacking in the imagination department, athletics was all she had going for her and that was pretty much an instant no-go thanks to her super powers. So beside acting out the rebel at school, bunking, and playing the general but clichéd bad-girl, Buttercup never had that much motivation. It didn’t really matter, considering her, Blossom and Bubbles were practically super stars so she could probably pick up a job anywhere. Who wouldn’t want an employee who could lift mountains?<br><br>Sometimes she even wondered on jobs that just entail beating people up. They exist, right? Buttercup could only hope. “Professor,” she mumbled as she lifted her head, “Can I borrow some money for ‘Smash, Kill ‘n Destroy’s new CD?” She didn’t wait for a reply before resuming the position of head planted firmly on table. It’d probably be a short time before anyone could interact with her really, although her eyes did flutter slightly at the smell of bacon and egg; the professor spoiling them once again.
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 10:19:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/power_puff_teen_girls_by_dartkok-2.jpg?t=1260521132)</div>"Mmm... huh...?" Blossom stirred in her sleep, the oh-so-familiar voice of her dad knocking gently on her door causing it. Usually she would be up and ready to go on a school day, but today seemed to be one of those off days. Sitting up from her bed, a chemistry textbook falls away from her chest and onto her sheet clad lap. The teenager frowns to herself, wondering when she had found the time to fall asleep when there was so much to learn and catch up on. Sometimes, she wished she could just book another Monday onto any given week just to find more time in the school week. Looking around the room to try and figure out what time it was, her answer came in the form of the professor rapping his knuckles on the doors of her sisters. 'School time,' she thought to herself.<br><br>Planting her feet on the ground was more of a task than anyone could ever anticipate. Her hunger for knowledge looked to overtake her desire for organization, with books on any number of subjects littered on the floor. Blossom's earlier frown had gotten a little deeper, if it was ever possible for her. With enough confidence in the carpet beneath her toes (and the wooden supports and floor underneath that!) the teen stood up straight. With the sheet fallen away, she was exposed to the world, only a pair of pink cotton panties and a matching teddy hiding her modesty. Having her own room did wonders for her self-esteem! <br><br>Not exactly wanting to deal with the mess, but wanting to get to her closet and vanity to get dressed for the day, Blossom thought she would put her gifts to use. In a trail of pink, the girl moved from one corner of the room to the next, grabbing a book or a utensil before moving to another corner. This went on for a whole minute until she was left standing right at the doors to her racks of clothing, with all of her reading material stacked neatly by the desk in her room. A smile crept on her face, happy to say that she could do good even for herself with her powers. Walking into her closet, Blossom stripped off her nightgown, folding it again neatly before putting it away, then grabbed some appropriate clothes for school! Following her old age motif of pink and red, the teenager slipped on a matching bra to her undies, then a white tank-top that was covered by a pink, deep v-cut blouse. It hid her now generous cleavage, but people still knew it was there! To keep her nethers modest, Blossom slipped into a pair of pink short-shorts, a white belt helping it stay on her hips. White socks with three pink stripes on the top covered her feet and rose up to just below her knee caps. Brown leather boots covered up her feet and calves just until the last stripe of her socks, leaving a bit of them exposed.<br><br>Pleased with her selection, Blossom quickly makes her way to her vanity to quickly straighten her hair. She eyed her trademark bow and heart shaped clip on the table, but decided against it. Boys really weren't interested in kiddy things like that anymore, right? Right. Instead, the teen just tied her hair back into a low, loose ponytail, then stood up to dash her way down to the kitchen. <br><br>Having grown up, the three sisters had more or less stopped doing things in unison. All of them, even Bubbles, had figued out that they were their own persons and all had different interests and needs. That didn't mean they were any less of sisters, or even friends; it only meant that they had to respect each other's space and how long it took each of them to get to breakfast! In a flash, Blossom went from her room to a chair at the kitchen table, her legs crossed and her hands clasped together neatly on the wooden furnishing. It took her a minute to process that Buttercup had managed to get here before her, though, in a much less... appropriate state of dress. <br><br>"Hey Professor!" Blossom said cheerfully, as warm and bright as ever. "Whatcha making? Please don't say it's liver."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 10:28:02</strong>
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				The Professor took Buttercup's semi-awakening in stride, not even breaking the rhythm of flipping the bacon when her forehead collided with the table. "Oh, no. I wouldn't try to feed you girls liver again after what happened last time. We don't need anymore lie monsters running around this house, thank you!" Utonium reached into the cupboard for the powdered sugar and began customizing the toast: a smiley face for Bubbles, a skull and crossbones for Buttercup and Einstein sticking his tongue out for Blossom. That one always felt like a real accomplishment. Utonium chuckled at her request. "Now I know you're dreaming. I'd give you a good lecture on the importance of earning money," he said, turning to confirm that the loud clunk sound was indeed Buttercup's head again. He continued speaking as he approached her and reached into his pocket. "But you wouldn't hear it anyway, would you? I guess you can earn it later." He pulled out a ten and a five, lifted Buttercup's head ever so gently and laid it back down on top of the bills. Putting it into a pocket would have been preferable, but her sleepwear didn't have fabric enough to completely cover her, much less carry things. Utonium bent down and kissed the top of her head. "Just don't play it too loud when your sisters are studying, okay," he whispered.<br><br>Blossom arrived around then, just as he put the finishing touches on the mustache. "Oh. Good morning, Blossom. I'm glad at least one of you knows that the sun has risen." He laughed a little at both her and Buttercup's mention of liver. "Oh, girls, I only did that once. Besides, it was on sale that day, and now its far too costly." He picked up the two plates meant for Blossom and Buttercup, but stopped. "<em>No, we should wait for Bubbles. Thats the right thing to do,</em>[/i]" he thought, nodding as he did. Even after being a parent for this long, he still constantly scrutinized his performance. 
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				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 12:30:07</strong>
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				Bubbles shifted in her sleep as her daddy's voice sounded through the door, trying to wake her up. <strong>" Ugh, oh.. no.. "</strong> she mumbled, opening her eyes, blinking lazily, it had been such a good dream, well, the boy in it was pretty. Over the years, ever since hitting puberty bubbles had become more and more obsessed with boys, though for some reason she seemed to lack the last bit of skill to ever get a boyfriend. <br><br>She got out of bed, sleepily, looking in her mirror, oh well, coudl be worse couldnt it? Apart from her hair sticking out in strange directions, the bags underneath her eyes, the lazy expression on her face, she looked much like herself. She grabbed her hairbrush and, woop, in a matter of seconds she had managed to win the war against her hair and was now looking.. well prettier than before. Bubbles was shy out of nature, and she didnt sleep in just her undies, she wore a kneelong, sky-blue night gown. <br><br>Well then, she guessed there wasnt much left to do right now, so, kazoom! And in the kitchen she was. <strong>" Morning! What a beautiful day, huh? "</strong> She walked over to her daddy, giving him one of those soft wet kisses on the cheek, and then to the table, taking one of the last two free chair sitting next to buttercup, well, atleast she wasnt the only feeling a bit tired this morning it seemed. <strong>" Butter, you'r drooling all over the table sweetheart. "</strong> she giggled, poking her sister.
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				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 12:46:48</strong>
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				"Good morning, Bubbles." Professor Utonium still got a little red in the face when Bubbles greeted him this way. It was one of the perks of fatherhood he had imagined before creating the girls and Bubbles seemed all too happy to make it come true. This time as he picked up the plates, he didn't pause and instead carried them to the table, setting them down in front of their intended recipients. Just before picking up his newspaper, he noticed Bubbles powdered sugar face was upside down. Utonium righted it then sat down. "Buttercup, if you don't wake up, you'll miss out on breakfast." He assumed that wouldn't do the trick, so he upped the ante. "And I'll send you to school dressed like you are now."
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 13:05:26</strong>
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				“Buttercup got green,” came the silent victory cry as the professor placed the money under her head, the pun likely killing a kitten somewhere, only for the sneaky Buttercup to promptly slip it into the confines of her top as Blossom arrived.<br><br>&nbsp;“Ha, beat you little miss perfect,” the competitive and green-eyed Buttercup mumbled smugly into the table, before shifting her head so she was glancing at the impeccably attired, shaped and sharp-minded Blossom. Granted, they were triplets and so shape wasn’t really an issue when your body was basically carved in some kind of super-stone and cloned three ways; something the three managed to make up for by how they carried themselves. Blossom with her proud air and can-do-attitude stood, as always, ahead of them, while Bubbles was just… bubbly, that joyful bounce never leaving her step and turning a fair amount of heads, even if she likely didn’t realize it. Her thoughts were only confirmed by the exceptionally bright entrance made by the blue-eyed Powerpuff, who she swatted lazily at upon being poked.<br><br>Buttercup, she had a more casual and laidback stance; overconfidence was all that marked her sway. It was a trait which came from wiping the floor with some of Townsville’s most villainous of villains… hundreds of times. It’s a wonder they didn’t just give up, maybe create a schedule where they’re just beaten up on a weekly basis by the Powerpuffs without all the hassle of “sinister” and “flawless” plans. With a muffled giggle she tempted fate by pondering if Him was reading her mind at that moment, finding it amusing that she may just be rubbing an opponent’s failure into their face inadvertently.<br><br>Otherwise, the only thing which set Buttercup apart was the twins which she kept squished flat under a tight wrapping, creating an odd difference between her and her sisters. The rest of the family, unknowing, accepted the whole “freak-chance” line, like the few they have with their powers, but the truth was that Buttercup always saw herself as just one of the boys and it didn’t take a rocket-scientist to realize that with great cleavage came great… something or other. Either way, it’d make the guys look at her differently, of that she was sure, and she wasn’t going to stand for it.<br><br>“Buttercup, if you don’t wake up, you’ll miss out on breakfast,” came her father’s gentle but unsuccessful goading, only to have Buttercup grudgingly and finally respond as he finished it off with that last line. “Aww, Professor, but it’s not going to kill me to miss one day… Anyway, I’m, ah… sick?” It was a completely ludicrous excuse, even she knew that, but it was worth a try. Maybe she could throw something about Mojo in there to make it more believable or the Amoeba boys? Looking down at her food, she smiled at the skull and crossbones, a feat the professor had mastered over the years. “Umm, by the way, heard anything from the mayor yet Blossom,” she asked almost too eagerly.
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				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 13:22:51</strong>
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				"You try that old line on me all the time, and I keep telling you you can't get sick through anything short of face-melting radiation or whatever the Amoeba Boys were spreading a few years ago. And this face isn't melting. If you stay home today, you'll have to sit out any emergencies for a week. That means no fighting of any kind. Is it worth going back to sleep to miss out on all the villains who might attack the city in a whole week? Think about sleeping. Now think about pounding Fuzzy Lumpkins in the chops. Which will it be?" It was almost a rhetorical question. Buttercup would never pass up so much violence just to sleep in. He was almost cocky as he asked it, completely confident in his prediction of the outcome. The Professor took a sip from his coffee mug as Buttercup asked Blossom her question. He chuckled as Schmarfield reminded him of how much he hated Thursdays.<br><br>Across town, a cell phone rang in a very messy bedroom. The owner's arm reached for it in what he thought was still darkness, though he'd only neglected to open his eyes. He finally made contact with the thing playing a beepy version of a generic metal riff and his consciousness returned to him just before throwing it out a window.<br><br>"Whayawan'?"<br><br>"I need you and your brothers for a job...son."
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				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 15:09:48</strong>
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				Bubbles smiled back at her breakfast happily, before starting to eat it all up, almost as if she tried to swallow the whole plate at once, she had to hurry and get herself ready for school! She coudlnt go wearing her nightgown, that would be quite embarrasing. After finishing up she then stood up, cleaning her plate in less than the blink of an eye, putting it back on the table for her father to put away. She smiled happily, giving her dad a hug from the back. <strong>" I'll go get ready now! "</strong> she said, running upstars in a more human pace.<br><br>Bubbles for some reason always tried to use her powers as little as possible, sometimes, she even wished she'd never had nay, thsi wasnt anything she talked about though, she always seemed so overly happy and eager on the outside, but inside she wasnt always as happy, her own selfasteem wasnt half as good as buttercup's or blossom's, and she wasnt really a hawk in school either, sometimes she actually felt quite stupid when being with blossom. Blossom was both beautiful and smart, two very nice qualities, and many of the boys could often be seen drooling over her wherever she went. Buttercup was more the punk boy-girl, noone ever dared say as much as one bad word to her, she was frightening in every way, often had she stood up for her sisters, especially bubbles, when someone had been teasing them. Yet she jsut felt she didnt fit in somehow, the smart one, the strong violent one and the.. blue one? Blond one?<br><br>Bubbles sighed, slipping into a pair of light blue jeans and a matching top, copying blossom's ponytail with her long, blond hair. She looked at herself in the mirror, oh well, hopefully her day would come too. Then she grabbed her back and swung it onto her shoulder and went downstairs again, the bright and happy mask back on her face.
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 16:28:45</strong>
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				Blossom rolled her eyes as Buttercup gloated about her acheivement of getting to the table before her. "Well, if someone had actually bothered to get ready in the morning, then maybe I'd agree with you!" The self-proclaimed leader of the Powerpuff Girls smirked, feeling that she had just earned some victory over her sister. There was&nbsp; always some sort of underlying competitiveness between the two, like they both had to prove that they could stand up on their own. Being much older now, however, their little squabblings were just that. She pinned it up to the both of them being used to it by now.<br><br>The pink one ate at a much slower pace than Bubbles, watching her scarf down the pancake as if it was going to be the last one she would see in a long time. Blossom could own grin, a piece of Einstein's goofy hair on the tip of her fork as her sister went on to go get ready. The airy, all-too-happy attitude of Bubbles always seemed to brighten Blossom up whenever she was down. It was a pleasure to have her as a sister, though, at times, her cheeriness leans on the side of annoyance when it gets too heavy. Not really wanting to think about these things so early in the morning, she turned her attentions back to the plate in front of her and continued mutilating Mr. Cakenstein and his sidekicks egg and bacon. <br><br>"News from the Mayor?" Blossom replied to Buttercup, making sure the bit of food in her mouth was finished before answering. "I haven't talked to him since the last time the last time Fuzzy Lumpkins got mad when his his hunting rifle fell over - you know how he is, only talking to us when there's trouble!" She smiled at Buttercup, knowing full well that fighting something was the only thing that really got her going. Blossom would even bet that her sister would burst out of the house in her sleeping clothes if the phone went off right now. <br><br>Almost finished with her breakfast, Blossom, always wanting to make sure that the Professor was never behind because of his girls, ask him "Are you all caught up, Professor? I can help you sort some things out before classes start! It's hard for me to be late for school anyway." She grinned to herself, pleased that her powers can let her manage hold things off to the last minute. 
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 18:01:06</strong>
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				“Semantics -- you’re just jealous,” Buttercup retorted with an arrogant grin before turning to regard the professor and what he had to say; his words pretty much verifying the fact that there was no chance in hell of her skipping school. <br><br>It wasn’t much of a choice he was offering and he undoubtedly knew it, so there would’ve been no surprise at Buttercup’s sheepish expression as she answered, bitterly, “Pounding Fuzzy Lumpkins in the chops…” She poked at her food with the fork sulkily as she ate, more of an act than seriously, not wanting to face the tedium of school. Finally placing the fork down, she picked up the last piece of bacon between her fingers and plopped it in her mouth, turning only at the sound of Blossom replying to her. She didn't expect much and her sister only confirmed that there was nothing to do aside from reminisce over past exploits. It seemed so dull that the older they became the less trouble there was in Townsville, or perhaps she'd just grown accustomed to the usual threats so much so that they were essentially now non-threats, just time-wasters.<br><br>Swallowing with a gulp, she spoke in an almost exasperated tone. “Ugh, we have the most fragile ‘super’ villains in the world,” the inflection on ‘super’ quite obvious as was its underlying meaning, “Might as well have a toilet-paper villain like that guy in Codename Kids Next Door. There’s never any action around here anymore.” She finished with a sigh, pushing herself away and stepping up from the table. “Anyway, I’m going to go shower and get ready,” she noted before shooting the prof a quick smile, “Thanks for breakfast professor.” She was just about to step out, grinning at Bubble’s prompt return, when she caught Blossom’s last words.<br><br>With one quick movement Buttercup was behind her whispering, “suck up” before reaching over and quickly pinching a piece of bacon from Blossom’s plate only to slip out the door a second later, munching on it happily as she made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t take too long in there, tossing her clothes to the floor before stepping into the hot spray and washing herself down. The water against her skin reminded her of the time she’d actually decided to forgo bathing all together, only to be forced as even the monsters started complaining of her smell. Since then she’s made sure that she was always presentable and smelling like roses before engaging in the noble pursuit of breaking bones, rearranging organs and in general just kicking butt. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/Buttercup_Tough.jpg)</div>Once she was done she snatched up her money from the top she’d discarded and dressed in the usual assortment of gothish accessories and clothing. Pulling up a pair of dark green formfitting pants and thick gothic boots, with a similarly colored belt, she proceeded to don a choker and a tube top which matched the rest of her attire. Her hair she simply neatened up so it resembled a more orderly form of “unkempt”, framing her face as it fell loosely on either side. For her hands she opted for the black fingerless gloves with metal studs on the knuckles, always great in case there was an emergency, or she just wanted to look menacing. Decorated with the odd ring, skeleton, netting and chain, Buttercup was ready to meet the world.<br><br>Finished, she then quickly made her way downstairs to see what everyone was up to in the kitchen, feeling refreshed and a bit more lively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:36:58</strong>
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				Professor Utonium patted Bubbles' arm, which was as close to returning the embrace as he could get with her behind him. Well, he could have done something else, but it wouldn't have been very fatherly, so it didn't even cross his mind. Due to a series of very odd events, the Powerpuff Girls had inspired their own creation when they saved a young pre-professor from Mojo Jojo, Utonium catching a glimpse of them through the haze of slowly returning awareness. When he first saw them, it influenced him greatly, even shifting his ambitions to science and away from nothing. But as he grew, he would sometimes think about those mysterious girls, if they were growing up too, if he would ever meet them again. Sometimes he thought about seeing them again. Sometimes, he thought about one or more of them being together. When the real girls began growing up, he realized he had had impure thoughts about his daughters. That he couldn't possibly have known helped a lot, but ever since, hes felt guilty for it. He briefly cut off most attention to them, but it was too miserable for all four of them, so he just made sure his affections were always the kind a father should show. By now, he no longer has to think about it, its automatic.<br><br>"You should feel lucky the villains of Townsville seem so 'fragile' now. They weren't always such push-overs, remember? Why, even the Amoeba Boys gave you girls a hard time once." The sounds of clattering plates came into Utonium's ears as he sat dumbstruck at a Far Away Side comic about a chicken farming corn with an evil grin. "Thanks, Blossom, but I'm all caught up with work. In fact, barring some kind of sudden workload or town-destroying monster attack, I should be able to spend at least one whole day with you girls this weekend!"<br><br>The rumbling voice didn't register with Boomer yet. "job...? no, I 'on't wanno job, 'm still asleep."<br><br>"Oh, I think you will like this job. Today is your first day of school," Mojo said sinisterly, even more so than the phrase was by it's definition. He explained th plan to the slowly waking boy, whose evil smile spread as he went on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 03:31:01</strong>
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				Princess Morbucks smiled darkly as she walked from her father's mansion. She wore a knee length pleated skirt, and a tight white blouse that showed off her ample chest. Her legs were clad in silk stockings, and penny loafers. She tossed her long auburn hair as she headed for the limo that was waiting to take her to high school.<br><br>While the princess had given up on being a Powerpuff she was happy because her daddy was working on a few secret projects for her birthday. She smiled and winked at the handsome driver before slipping into the back of the limo. Crossing her legs she took her expensive phone out and began texting quickly. She smiled gently as she sat there typing messages to her friends. <br><br>She hated all three of the Powerpuffs. Each had a slight edge over her. Bubbles was more desired for her looks. Buttercup more agile. Blossom smarter. Or at least that's how it seemed at the moment. She smirked as she slipped a ring onto her finger, examining it. She nodded and shrugged. It would take time but she would soon be ready. She only needed to make one stop before her own plan was done. It had taken a lot of her own money but it was on the way to the school.<br><br>Stopping outside the mountain lair of Mojo-jojo, the princess smirked, before she took her time to get to the door. She waited as she stood there as she waited for him to answer, after ringing the bell.<br><br>"Open up you stupid ape. I'm here for what I paid you for!" she said.<br><br>It had taken time but if the monkey was worth it she would be just as she'd been as a child. She would have all of the strengths the Powerpuffs did. And she would use them for her own agenda.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 05:04:18</strong>
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				"And so, that is my plan in it's devious, ingenious, brilliant entirety. You have now heard my scheme in it's unabridged state, so that you can know all details therein and therefore shall have no need to ask questions later."<br><br>Boomer stared at the wall as he let his phone hang down by his side. Knowing Mojo Jojo, he was probably ranting on and on and friggin' on about how great his plan was. He could still hear sound coming from the tiny device, so he would just let him babble until he stopped, then respond. The posters on his wall, though only barely visible with the sliver of sunshine and the blue glow of his phone being the only light, were way more interesting than whatever Mojo might be saying. As with most boys his age, Boomer's wall was covered, papered even, in girly posters. Most of them depicting cute blondes and one or two biker chicks. Mojo Jojo was apparently asking if he understood because the vaguely speech-like noise got an upward inflection.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. Go to school, meet up with Powerpuff Girls, do that stuff and everything is set for world domination and/or destruction, I heard you the first time, pops."<br><br>"Good! Now...," Before he could begin again, a loud hollow pounding sound filled his lair. Even Boomer had to pull the phone from his ear. "Could you hold on a second? I have a visitor."<br><br>"Why? I already heard what you want us to do."<br><br>"Perhaps! Perhaps you did not! Do you know which school to attend in order to enact this very un-stupid plan!?"<br><br>"Pokey Oaks High."<br><br>"uh, lucky guess. Very well! I shall leave you to summon and inform your brethren in evil about this stratagem. Farewell." Mojo hung up his old-fashioned yet somehow futuristic phone and opened the large metal door with surprising ease for their comparative sizes. "What? What do you want? State your business and explain your presence upon this, the doorstep of Mmo-joJojo! Ah! Yes, I have been expecting you. Enter and begin ingress into my domicile, for your commission of my services and expertise have born fruit! I have prepared something very good, wonderful and indeed incrrredibly capital for you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 06:29:25</strong>
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				And he was ranting again. Something that Princess had gotten over, thankfully. She sighed walking in as she looked around. Waiting she folded her arms under her breasts as she waited for the monkey to give her whatever it was his twisted mind had. If it was what she paid for she'd be just as powerful as the Powerpuffs, though she wouldn't need any form of suit to do so. She yawned as she moved, tired from her late night.<br><br>"So what is it you made, monkey? If it's not good I wont pay for it. And I'll have your place firebombed. Now let's get this over with. I'd like to be able to beat the tar out of them if they get in my way for anything I decide to do at school." she demanded in that Princess Morbucks way that many had come to love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 07:04:26</strong>
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				Mojo bit his tongue when she addressed him in such a flippant manner. If he told her off, she would take her money and he couldn't get the materials he needed to ensure that, should the RowdyRuff Boys fail, he could still take over the world. Or just get rid of a few annoying upstart areas. He never liked Citysville...<br><br>He arrived at a lab table, took hold of something and turned around quickly, holding it high above his head in triumph. "Behold...my own homemade creation, made in order to destroy even the toughest of minuscule crime-fighters. But now, it shall be granted to a crime-DOER! One who is not minuscule at all, but is in fact tall! Therefore, it should work even better! Tall is GOOOOOOD! Here you go." Mojo brought the invention to chest-level, a small perfume bottle filled with fluid the color of a black light. Before Princess could ask any annoying questions, he sprayed her twice with it. "Now, try to relax. There may be some discomfort as your DNA..REWRITES ITSEEELF!!" His grin widened and became more dastardly as the liquid began to take effect, though in his head, he made a note not to tell her it was essentially the same prison toilet water used to create the RowdyRuff Boys, plus a LOT of Febreez. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 10:16:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/DemonWorld.jpg)</div><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/HIM-1.jpg)</div><br>Living in the City of Townsville, it can often be difficult for the average yokel to imagine the darker places in the world.&nbsp; For nearly two decades it has been a place of unparalleled prosperity and relative safety, thanks to three <em>perfect</em> little girls.&nbsp; Monsters may wander from their island homes to terrorize and topple buildings to the ground, evil geniuses barrel through the streets firing lasers from giant robots, and enraged furry rednecks turn law abiding citizens into meat from time to time, but death rates remain at an all time low due to the efforts of the Powerpuff Girls and the aura of luck they seem to project over the city they've grown to love.&nbsp; Jobs are plentiful, progressive reforms of healthcare and insurance (put forth by a certain intelligent Mayor's aid) ensure the health and general well-being of the city and its people, and depression is nearly nonexistent.&nbsp; It is a place that the sun always seems to favor with its cheery smile, and despite the years that have passed and the changes the girls have gone through, it looks as though it may just stay that way forever.<br><br>But unbeknownst to the innocent people of Townsville and the bright sun overhead a darker place does indeed exist.&nbsp; Behind the pleasant veneer of reality is another land.&nbsp; The air is ridden with heinous smog that seems both gaseous and liquid at once, a churning mass of tainted oil and soot alight with the glow of unseen fires.&nbsp; Within this putrid sea float grotesque forms, pulsing organs fused with rusted metal constructs and malformed caricatures of humans carved from bone.&nbsp; From moment to moment they are insubstantial and dangerously real, there for an instant and gone the next.&nbsp; Occasionally one crashes bodily into another, erupting with torrents of bubbling brown ichor or grasping desperately to each other in some bizarre mockery of a lustful embrace.&nbsp; All around them is a terrible noise that is just beyond hearing, yet deafening to the ears.&nbsp; A baleful static where agonized shrieking clashes with monotonous news reports from networks in every language imaginable, and even some that could never be concocted by any sane and rational mind.&nbsp; The agony of a planet laid bare by its hidden thoughts and media alike.&nbsp; <br><br>At the very center of this hellish abyss is a throne carved from slate and coated in melting pitch.&nbsp; The back of it towers high above until it disappears into the burning clouds above, graven with blasphemous images of carnal pleasures.&nbsp; It is both a seat of power and a monolithic structure, a tower without end or beginning.&nbsp; A figure arrogantly drapes itself over the beastly arms of the throne, the lord of its personal, maddening domain.&nbsp; It is an individual whose mere appearance embodies Sin itself, with pure crimson flesh laid bare by the provocative cut of its dress, a red coat tied oh-so-sensually about its waist by a coal-black belt and wreathed with millions of downy pink feathers about the neck and hips, plucked from the wings of jealous harpies and stained with their blood.&nbsp; Rubbery high-heeled boots conform to slender, disturbingly feminine legs, creaking at the slightest movement.&nbsp; Arms skeletal and formless, ending in cruel bulbous pincers.&nbsp; The figure's face is painted like a Harlequin's, pleasant black lips and rosy cheeks broken by a wide gash of a mouth brimming with teeth as perfect as any angel's.&nbsp; Black hair combed back painfully, and a finely maintained goatee curled back towards its face.&nbsp; A face that is all sharp angles and devilish points.&nbsp; Eyes yellowed with hate and bordered by curled, womanly lashes.<br><br>A being whose name goes unspoken out of fear, whose presence is known but denied by those who seek to lead a life free of worry.&nbsp; But ignorance is not enough to keep such a force at bay, for the mind, no matter how happy on the outside, always contains a kernel of selfishness and uncouth desires.&nbsp; Just the tiniest seed is enough, and he is there.&nbsp; Even in the city of Townsville, there is no perfection.&nbsp; The girls have done an excellent job at maintaining appearances, but heroics cannot wipe the darkness from the hearts of men.&nbsp; Though he has not been seen in the City of Smiles for nearly a&nbsp; decade, every citizen knows that they could be being watched by a malignant gaze.&nbsp; The gaze of the Nameless One.<br><br>The gaze of <strong>HIM</strong>.<br><br>HE smiles lackadaisically, at the space just before his seat, where thousands of panels depicting events both past, present, and future flit past in seemingly random sequences.&nbsp; Images of war beside gloating politicians with 10,000 dollar suits.&nbsp; Starving children with swollen bellies linking arms with gluttonous hogs of people as they sit down to excessive Thanksgiving dinners.&nbsp; Men and women with broken and battered bodies, victims of those intolerant to so-called "choices" they have made, beside negligent, abusive fathers or mothers in "healthy, normal" relationships.&nbsp; Adorable, useless pandas preserved forever in sterile boxes while the other animals not blessed with cute exteriors wither and die as forests burn and molder into dust.&nbsp; The entirety of human history, suffering, and sin laid out in an endlessly shifting tapestry hanging in the void.<br><br>"Such loooooooovely creatures," HIS voice rang out, a melodious voice that echoed eerily from all directions.&nbsp; "So simple-minded, so open to suggestion!&nbsp; Why, I need baaaaarely do anything at all, with all the woooonderful tools they provide me.&nbsp; Predictable puppets, so eager to please me!<br><br>With a twirl of his claw the images melted into a single screen, an aerial view of Townsville itself that moved as though it were taken from the gaze of a bird flying overhead.&nbsp; The sight of it seemed to sour his mood somewhat, the wide Cheshire grin fading by a centimeter.&nbsp; "Yet oh so resistant to change.&nbsp; Such a picturesque view, even now, after all the years since I left it.&nbsp; The poor fools don't know how <em>good<em> they have it.&nbsp; Paradise through ignorance, and their own personal little</em></em> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>GUARDIANS!"</strong></span><br><br>In an instant HIS sing-song voice shattered into a terrifying roar, too-perfect teeth shaping into fangs and eyes flashing a toxic green.&nbsp; But as soon as the moment happened, it was gone, and the devious smile returned.&nbsp; Another flick of HIS claw and the screen split into three, each focusing on the very guardians that had aroused such seething rage.&nbsp; HIM stared at each in turn, HIS grin widening unnaturally until it nearly bisected his skull.&nbsp; The curve of their hips, the tight perkiness of their rumps, the slopes of their chests, and the maturity of their faces were all too perfect.&nbsp; The bodies of Goddesses finally coming into their prime.<br><br>"Oh but <em>giiiiiirls</em>, how <em>you</em> have changed!" HIM remarked with a bubbling little chuckle.&nbsp; "Such fiiiiine women you have grown into!&nbsp; Why, I could just eat.&nbsp; You.&nbsp; Up."&nbsp; A forked tongue slid hungrily over HIS black lips.&nbsp; <br><br>After a moment HIM straightened himself up and hopped out of his throne, walking through the open air as if it were made of solid stone.&nbsp; His boots even clacked against some unseen surface, keeping in beat with the practiced sway of his curvaceous hips.&nbsp; HE leaned in close to each screen in turn, inspecting Blossom, Buttercup, and particularly Bubbles.&nbsp; A plan was percolating within HIS mind.&nbsp; A horrible plan indeed.<br><br>"I feel simply dreaaaadful for missing those oh-so-awkward early teenage years!" HIM cried with faux-regret, holding a claw to his forehead dramatically, the other against a jutting hipbone.&nbsp; "What <em>fun</em> we could have had!&nbsp; Oh well!&nbsp; I make do with what I have, and I have <em>quiiiite</em> a bit to work with, my darlings.&nbsp; For the awkward times don't end as soon as you think, hmmmmm?&nbsp; Why, you three seem to have led such a peeeeeerfect little life, despite everything I've thrown at you!&nbsp; It would be such a <em>pity</em> if you were denied all the painful experiences of High School!&nbsp; You'll all see, soon enough..."<br><br>After a moment of silent, evil gloating, HIM seemed to grow bored and chased the images away with a claw.&nbsp; In their place another one flickered to life, this time of a certain exchange between one peculiar green Simian and a fiery young redhead.&nbsp; HIS face twisted up in a particularly cruel way, as though HE were staring at ants, rather than the strange respect HE'd showed towards HIS "pet projects".&nbsp; <br><br>"And what have we <em>here?</em>&nbsp; My dear Mojo attempting teamwork again?&nbsp; My my, one wonders how much of that engorged gray matter of his is actually functioning!" HE exclaimed, the air rent by piercing, hateful laughter.&nbsp; "So much thought and so <em>little</em> action.&nbsp; But perhaps there is more to this little scheme than meets the eye, hmmm?&nbsp; A phone call to a certain delicious morsel, and now a deal with the embodiment of Avarice herself!&nbsp; Oooooh, what a <em>delightful</em> ploy my puppets weave when my attention drifts elsewhere!&nbsp; Now, just how will they dance for me this time?"<br><br>HIM leaped back into HIS throne like a child getting eager to watch his Saturday Morning Cartoons, dragging the screen closer and watching it with keen&nbsp; interest and a clever smirk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 10:48:49</strong>
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				Bubbles looked into the kitchen, watching her father and her sisters, her joyful smile right where it should be on her pretty little face, embraced by her golden hair, making her face shine like hte sun itself. <strong>" Uhm, i'll be off now then, if there's nothing you need helping with. "</strong> She said, suddenly getting a bad case of goosebumps, looking over her shoulders, a little confuzzled for a moment. Why did she suddenly for a moment feel like she was being watched? Was she getting paranoid too, now? She sighed <strong>" See you two at school "</strong> She then said, waving to her sisters before slipping out into the sunlight. <br><br>She knew there was about 45 minutes until she had to be at school and they're first lesson began, but she preffered walking there, besides should she run out of time she could get there in a matter of seconds anyway, oh how great it was to be able to do practicaly everything, never had any of them been late for school. <br><br>After walking for about 10 minutes she slowly got airborn and flew up, sitting down on a flag-pole sticking out from the middle floor of a big expensive looking hotel. She sighed, looking down at people beneath her hurrying forth and back again, into stores, on their way to work, the angry tooting from cardrivers, obviously not satisfied with the pace. The morning traffic slid by like a big, angry and multicoloured snake. They werent burdened at all, the only thing they had to do was get up in the morning and go to work. For almsto two decades the Powerpuff girls had been saving this town from whatever threats had lured in the dark dusty corners of the little society, seeming to expand before her very eyes. By now the poeple had grown used to having their superheroines to take care of their problems, now a mad monkey could run rampage through the streets with a flamethrower and people would hardly react anymore, they would just wait for the powerpuff's to take care of it. Did they have any idea what sor tof pressure that put on them? If something went wrong they were to blame, if it went well they would receive and applaud from the crowd and.. then what? What was actually in it for them? Nothing at all, they did it all out of their good will.<br><br>Bubbles sighed, feeling too down even to smile when a butterfly passed her head in the warm breeze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 11:27:54</strong>
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				"Oh, Bubbles, hold on a...second," Utonium called after her just a moment too late. He frowned as he realized he would be getting no good-bye hug from her today, more so when he remembered Buttercup would sometimes slip out before he could catch her. When she did this, he always quipped to the air "Too cool to hug your old man now, huh?", but the smile was short-lived. It wasn't that he didn't understand being a teenager and that showing your parents affection or anything nicer than indifference was considered 'real square'. But a teenager's shoes were no longer his to wear and now he liked seeing his girls off with a gesture of love. He was used to Buttercup sneaking away hug-free, but he wondered about Bubbles doing it, especially since she'd already embraced him this...<br><br>The Professor snapped his fingers as if to quietly say 'eureka'. By gum, that must be it. The hug before going up to get dressed was meant to be the 'have a good day' one, but she gave it early. He smiled again as he thought he knew nothing was wrong with his little Bubbles. He did however question how interesting this little misunderstanding was and the value of reflecting on it.&nbsp; Still, though he was satisfied Bubbles was as normal as ever, what was she looking over her shoulders at? Or for?<br><br>In a much less loving home, another super powered teen was woken up even less gently than his brother. Waking up to the ring of a cell phone was merely annoying, but being woken up by it impacting on one's head is infuriating.<br><br>"Ow! What the hell, dude!?" Butch sat up and rubbed his forehead.<br><br>"Get up, we gotta go to school.<br><br>"You better be joking. How many times do I gotta tell you? We're the RowdyRuff Boys! We don't go to school."<br><br>"We do now. Remember those uppity Powerpuff Girls?"<br><br>Normally, such an obvious question would only get Boomer smacked upside the head, but that phone hurt! "Powerpuff Girls....Powerpuff Girls..." Butch muttered, feigning memory loss and getting up. "Oh! You mean those three chicks on the news? Everyday? The ones who used to be our enemies until we grew out of it? Those Powerp-Of course I remember the damn Powerpuff Girls, you stooge," he said, delivering the whack as he said 'course'. It felt good, especially since Butch aimed for the same spot he'd been hit in, but put more force into it than had Boomer. Always return pain in triple. "What about 'em!?"<br><br>"Pops just called and said he'd give us somethin' real cool if we went to school and..." Boomer laid out Mojo's plan for Butch, who seemed to take to it pretty quickly. He would never admit it, but he had his eye on one of the Powerpuff Girls. Which one? Thats so secret, it can't even be written here. <br><br>"Oh, take a wild guess!"<br><br>"Hey! Don't make me kick your badly-narratin' ass! Boomer, three things: One, you ever wake me up like that again, I'm gonna rip off your arms and fist you with 'em. Two, that monkey ain't our pops. He's a pissed off chimp whose cell we got made in. And lastly, you're gay." He started to hover toward the bathroom before turning back and adding "Oh, and four, I'm down with the plan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rockin</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 23:37:38</strong>
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				Deep within the woods of Townsvile, a bango is heard playing. Anyone who's been in Townsvile knows to keep themselves away from the area, else they'd have their heads blown off by the player's shotgun. The said shotgun, to which most of town's people know it as the 'boom stick.' Deep within the forest, the pink monster plays his bango in peace while rockin on his rocking chair in front of his wooden house. Everyone knows that when the music is playing, the said monster is at peace. In fact, he's the only creature ever to stay within Townsvile even after constantly beaten by the girls. But of course, it was difficult for him to be easily rid of, with the strength to trample the girls and being that he was here first even before the girls. So in some sense, he's a civilian of Townsvile. His name?<br><br>Fuzzy Lumpkins.<br><br>The finger of his moved with rhythm and pride of his country: his southern country. Even though he wore blue overalls and had two white attenas, he was just as southern as any of them. Playing the bango, enjoying some beer and good ol fun time. While it may be barberic to some, it was his way of living, and they'll have to either accept it or get out of his property. <br><br>For the past few decade, Fuzzy has been pretty quiet...or at least as quiet as he could be. The guy hasn't been causing as much trouble as usually does, which saved him some lumps from the Power Puff girls. Nah, the fuzzy bear-like creature had other things to attend to. Like working on his music, meeting families, and been working out to be the big strong creature his dad and family members raised him to be.<br><br>Fuzzy played a few more notes before resting his fingers at ease. It was then he looked at his watch, which showed what time it was. It was still the early morning, but he still couldn't wait. "OOOOOOOOOOO BOY!" The male said with his strong accent. "I cants wait till the mail man get here!" <br><br>A month ago, there was a wrestling contest held just on the outskirts of Townsvile. Loving physical competition, he entered the said sport. The prize? A monster truck. Even though he saw the competitors, he was the least bit intimidated. In fact, his only true competitor was one of the Powerpuff girls. Out of the three, he figured Buttercup wouldn't waste time to enter. Thankfully, she was never there...probably out fighting a monster. In either case, the guy stomped one opponent after another, all of them lasted no more then two minutes, except the final round. That one lasted five minutes, but he only stalled it slightly cause he wanted to give the audience there a show. Finally, but not surprisingly, Fuzzy rained surpreme. The prize was then given to him and would arrive in one month. That month should be now.<br><br>"HOOOOOOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEEEEEE!" The creature jumped up excitedly. "I know Townsvile will be suuuuuuuuper jealous when I drive in their 'C-ment' road."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 01:01:05</strong>
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				Princess was used to pain. She trembled as she fell to her knees, her eyes rolling back in her head as she trembled. She bit back a cry of pain as she wrapped her arms around herself. She could feel her muscles growing stronger. Her vision sharpening. Her body was adjusting itself to be exactly what she had wanted to be since she had been nothing more than a child. She trembled at the thoughts of everything that had happened to her in the past, but savored the sweet sensation flowing through her as she thought of what she would do to get her revenge.<br><br>As the pain passed she slowly rose to her full height again, snatching the bottle from Mojo with speed faster than any of the powerpuff girls had been, at least the last time they'd beaten the monkey. Sighing lightly she smiled at the perfume. The world around her was moving slower. She could see things she never would have noticed before. Her senses were so much more powerful. Smirking darkly she looked at Mojo, licking her lips.<br><br>"So how long do the effects last? Or are they permanent? Does it do everything I paid for?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 02:02:41</strong>
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				Mojo mirrored her smile. "The dose I gave you will last twelve hours. HOWEVER!!! I must tell you that using too much of what I have dubbed CHEMICAL P!! will result in your DNA remaking itself into something beyond even what you are now. For overdosing on CHEMICAL P!!! will cause adverse side-effects that will effect you adversely and in a non-preferable way. It will make you into...a monster! An incredibly powerful one to be sure, but a monster nevertheless and benefits notwithstanding. Yes, beware over-usage of CHEMICAL P!!!. Beware it." Mojo neglected to tell her that it could be deactivated temporarily upon utterance of a word. He knew better than to trust another villain, or in this case, villainess. "As for the regular, non-side effects, You now in essence and basically a RowdyRuff Boy, except you are a girl. At least I think you still are. I have yet to test it upon a female, as males are much easier to capture and dispose of. Females scratch..and bite."As he said this last sentence, his eyes narrowed, his voice lowered and his hands came together on front of his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 02:10:06</strong>
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				"Twelve hours? Sounds like it'll be long enough." she said, checking her watch.<br><br>Kicking off the ground she literally flew through the monkey's roof, breaking a large chunk of it out as she went, flying through the air, her body twirling with the feeling of the freedom it gave. Her driver had left, as she'd ordered him to. She smiled as she returned home, leaving a soft white streak behind her as she went. Putting the perfume down on her dresser, she smirked bfore shooting out the window once more, smirking as she thought of her revenge. She felt her body flooded with power as she made her way toward the school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 20:03:54</strong>
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				Blossom was a little let down that the Professor had denied any offer for help. To be fair, she did have class to attend to, so there was some justification there. Some. Regardless, the teen still stuck around the kitchen while her sister went about getting ready. Quietly, all that she did was eat away at her plate. Einstein was looking more like a mash of pastry and syrup, though, in the next moment, he was all but existing in the girl's stomach. When she went to put her late into the sink, Bubbles had come and gone, and Buttercup looked a little more awake. <br><br>The look of her sister was definitely more... rambunctious than herself and Bubbles, thought Blossom. She looked great still, but that was chalked up to the Professor more than it was Buttercup's ability to dress her self decently. Well, no point standing around anymore, since Bubble had set the example of making her way to school. "I'll see you after school, Professor!" Blossom said cheerily, making sure to give him a tight, long hug. She topped it off with a kiss on his cheek, then turned on her heel to head up the stairs to get her bookbag. "You want to head to school together, Buttercup?" She asked while climbing up the steps. Blossom didn't wait for an answer hoping that her sister would be as loud as she usually&nbsp; is and yell her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:57:48</strong>
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				“Please professor, dumb luck doesn’t count,” was Buttercup’s first thought but an eagerness to get ready and out of the house left it unsaid as she rushed up the stairs to have that shower. She did acquire a small skip in her step upon overhearing the news of their father’s free time however, even if she would never admit it. Sharing her feelings was never a strong point. Sometimes the green-eyed Powerpuff had to confess a hint of jealousy over the ease with which Bubbles doled out her own hugs, love and kisses, while all she could do was cross her arms and look tough on the sidelines.<br><br>Once she was back in the kitchen she was glad to find that there was still time to shoot Bubbles a quick, “See ya,” while perhaps wonder where the sigh might have come from. Moving to the table she watched with a wince as Blossom hugged the Professor, tempted to do the same but unable to break down that wall of stoicism. “Umm, yeah… bye Professor,” she uttered before leaving swiftly with Blossom, successfully evading his usual attempts to squeeze a hug from her.<br><br>Outside the kitchen Buttercup scarcely had time to catch and register Blossom’s question before she saw their leader bounding up the stairs. She could have shouted a response but she preferred to follow suit than risk being caught by the Prof’ while awkwardly standing just out the door. Truth is she would have enjoyed the company but going with Blossom meant one thing; not only would she be arriving on time, she’d be arriving early too! And before you know it their fearless leader would have her doing community service and extra-credit. Seriously, the soft outer pink just hides the devious mind within! She also had a date with a music store and CD which she was sure Blossom wouldn’t be too happy about.<br><br>Zooming up the stairs she leapfrogged over her sister and pirouetted in the air so that she was hovering face to face with the redheaded super heroine, grinning naughtily, “Pfft, please, you’ll just slow me down,” she lied with a quick and audacious pat on Blossom’s cheek. “I’ll see you there, ‘kay?” Donning a pair of headphones she gave her sister a smug little wink before disappearing with an unnecessary flash out the window, leaving the air swirling in her wake. <br><br>With expert ease Buttercup weaved in and around the crowded streets of Townsville, reveling in the activity which surrounded her as she happily glided through the blur of faceless masses. A trail of bright green traced her path along with a miniscule amount of chaos as she zipped past at speeds enough to cause skirts, hats, newspapers and shouts flying after her. She was almost touched at the trust the frustrated and yelling ones displayed, knowing that she could pummel them all the way to Him and back yet still feel safe enough to hurl all manner of expletives in the Powerpuff’s direction. <br><br>In a show of audacity she turned to blow a kiss to her “adoring” fans, unsure if they could even see it at the velocity she was travelling, only to be pleasantly surprised by a familiar blue dot she spotted high above the city. With a single flowing movement she’d gone from the streets into the open sky, approaching her Blonde target sneakily from behind until she was close enough to grab and shake the slender shoulders roughly while going, “Oooga Booga Booga!” <br><br>What? It’s an absolutely terrifying saying! I’m fairly certain Him himself made it… or the Boogieman.<br><br>Not stopping long enough to see her reaction she simply waved as she pointed out, “You know, you’re going to be late,” before shooting off into the distance. Of course, Bubbles was never late. Like Blossom she’d probably throw a tizzy if so. Buttercup on the other hand, she was definitely going to be late, always was. Veering off the course towards the school she instead pushed for the music store; hopefully to find the CD she wanted.<br><br>Speeding towards her target she only slowed at one point, when she spotted a very familiar building. It was a structure which brought back all kinds of memories… the abandoned Pokey Oaks. With a slow descent she landed on the flat concrete roof, glancing around at the emptiness where there was once so much energy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 04:03:13</strong>
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				Mojo groaned and put his forehead into his palm forcefully and with a slap, dampened by his glove. "ugh...I HAD THAT SKYLIGHT PUT IN FOR A REASON, YOU KNOW!!" He 'hmph'ed and crossed his arms for a moment before shouting upward again. "IT IS SO THAT I NEED NOT REPAIR IT EVERY TIME A SUPER-POWERED PERSON WANTS TO ENTER MY BASE FROM BEING AIRBORNE, THUS PREVENTING ME FROM HAVING TO SPEND MY MONIES PILFERED FROM MY VARIOUS NOTORIOUS DEEDS AND ACTIONS TO HAVE IT REPAIRED AND THE HOLES PATCHED WITH METAL, GLASS, DRYWALL AND OTHER ASSORTED CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS, IN ADDITION TO LABOR AND OTHER FEES!!" Again, the mad monkey paused before adding "PLUS TAX!!!"<br><br>Utonium was honestly kind of surprised at the enthusiasm of Blossom's embrace, but he enjoyed it all the same. "Bye-bye, sweetie. I might be working with something volatile when you come home, so if you come down to the lab, try not to surprise me, okay? I don't want to have to pay for repairs on the whole block again." When Blossom let go, he turned his attention to Buttercup. He had kind of hoped she had chosen to stay home with him, but her education was more important and besides, in a few short hours, he could have his cake and eat it too. "<em>Short hours, my foot,</em>[/i]" he thought. But at least he would be able to get some work done, which did nothing to keep him from trying to hug Buttercup. Today, he thought, he would try a sneak attack. Even if she didn't hug him back, at least she would know she was loved and he would too, feeling her not fight back too hard. But she was too fast and dodged his arms. Sometimes, he wished he hadn't made them this fast.<br><br>His frown of disappointment became one of lecturing as Buttercup taunted Blossom. "Buttercup, don't antagonize...your...sis...," he began and didn't finish as she flew out the window before he could. Oh well, it wasn't like he hadn't told her that before. Repeatedly. <br><br>Then they were gone. Three super-powered teenagers are a huge handful, but that only emphasizes when the hand is empty. It feels hollow, too light. You don't know what to do with it. This feeling had lessened since kindergarten, but it wasn't gone just yet. "I better do something about this. Blossom and Bubbles will be in college soon and Buttercup...will be gone somewhere as well." The Professor rubbed his chin, slowly but steadily smiling before breaking into a sprint for his lab.<br><br>Butch and Boomer left Brick a series of sticky notes on the fridge, or more accurately, inside the fridge on top of the topmost empty pizza box that outlined Mojo Jojo's plan, as well as admitting to having emptied the box and assured him that, should he snooze, he would generally lose. From his base, Mojo watched them on monitors as they moved to their positions and the girls toward theirs. He had the sound turned off however, as he was on the phone with a roofer.<br><br>"Hello, is this Roofer on the Fiddle? It is? Splendid! My fingers did not falter, thus I have reached the correct number corresponding to the business to which I wished to speak and attain services from and...what? Yes, this is Mojo Jojo. How did you know that? I doubt very much that you are psychic, as a clairvoyant would spend his time aiding himself rather than answering the phone at a roofing establishment, as you have chosen to do, which means you are not a mind-reader and have therefore lied to me! Me, Mmoo-joJojo...I shall get to the point when I am ready to get to the point! Which is now! I request repair and restoration to a state of wholeness for my roof. Yes, the big dome on the volcano. Yes, with the big telescope. Why do you ask me so many questions when your previous smart-mouthedness implied you knew to whom you were speaking!?" He stopped watching the monitors, but he didn't need to. The RowdyRuff Boys may have been jerks, but they could execute a plan. Especially one that enabled them to act like jerks. Boomer took up position in front of the high school, leaning on the wall that lined the staircase to the main door. The cold cement gave Boomer a little jolt of discomfort, but he endured it for a moment before using a very low-powered eye beam to warm it. He slid down to a sitting position and listened for his cue.<br><br>Butch on the other hand was nowhere near the school. Mojo had figured Buttercup would make a stop before going, if she went today at all, and had assumed based on her being a teenage girl that it would be a music store. He had tried to tell Boomer that nobody buys music legally anymore, but he told him that the Powerpuff Girls were the only suckers who did so this was a good place to catch one. So, he took his place in the designated place and waited for the Powerpuff Gull...i..ble."Yeah, Powerpuff Gullible. Heh-heh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 17:19:51</strong>
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				Bubbles gave a squel, had she not been able tof ly she would have fallen to her death, <strong>" Heeey! "</strong> she screamed after her sister, giving her an angry look for a moment, that was not very nice at all! She then sighed, she guessed Butter was right though, she couldnt hang out here all day. She start flying slowly, not very enthusiastic to say the least. She sort of envied Buttercup her free spirit, how she didnt really care about anything derious, she was just Buttercup, not caring how people looked at her, not needing anyone else than herself. Bubbles was always terrified when she went to a new place where she didnt know anybody, would they liek her? Would she get some new friends? or would everybody jsut ignore her? One day she should perhaps try being like Buttercup? It wouldnt hurt anyone, would it? But Bubbles was the type of person that couldnt really break the rules, even blossom bent the rules at times, but not bubbles, she was afraid her face would fall off if she just said a bad word.<br><br>She finaly made it to school, still a few minutes left before she actually had to be there, and there werent that many people there yet, She was looking down and didnt really notice anyone or anything around, deep in thought, her golden hair waving softly in the wind. She started walking up the stairs to the main entrance of the school not realizing that Boomer, one of her old.. well guess they were their enemies, though they were very equal and their fight back in time had been won with kisses, was sitting jsut a few meters away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 18:13:08</strong>
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				"<em>There she is,</em>" Boomer thought, a little disappointed she wasn't wearing a skirt. "<em>Alright, now, once she sees me down here, I...hey, whats wrong with this chick? She's gonna walk right past me</em>." He needed to get her attention somehow, but what was he going to do. The obvious solution was just to yell "hey, you with the super-powers, c'mere and advance the plot", but that was so not his his style. Besides, she looked so lost in thought, she may not even hear it from up there. He had to get up close and personal.<br><br>Using his own powers, he jumped up onto the stairs a few step behind Bubbles. The range was right. Now, how to approach this? How could he best keep her attention long enough to do his job? Bad boy? Usually, that would work but on Bubbles? Something a little nicer for the good girl. But almost no girl wants a complete goody two-shoes, let alone an eighteen year old girl, no matter how much of one she herself is. <br><br>Before he could think on it further, he was talking. "Hey," he said, his voice relaxed and non-threatening, sounding smooth and almost melodic, like a higher-pitched Al Green. He smiled his very best benevolent bad boy smile for when she turned around, seemingly on reflex but it was what he would have chosen if he could plan anyway. If he could do this by acting naturally, this would be a breeze. "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you look a little upset. Anything wrong?" Well, maybe doing a little acting would be needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 18:23:35</strong>
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				Bubbles turned around with almsot frightening speed, in the blink of an eye she was facing the boy, how could she not have spotted him? Was she really just so far away in though that she not spotted the boy, nor heard his steps behind her? <br><br>Quickly her soft, heartmelting smile was back in place as she looked at him. Well, she had to admit that he was sort of cute to be honest, but.. something about him felt strangely familiar, both his voice and his looks, but she couldnt remember where she had seen him before, mybae just in the mall or here in school, focourse she didnt remember one of her enemies when the last time she'd seen him they were both just in the start of puberty or something like that. <br><br><strong>" Oh, nope, uh, I'm okay. "</strong> she said, smiling at him, folding her hands infront of herself, a little, awfully cute blush on her cheeks. <strong>" And what about you? "</strong> she asked, examining him closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 18:38:10</strong>
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				She seemed surprised and maybe not in a pleasant way. He was kind of glad he hadn't touched her shoulder, she might have thought he was...well, a villain and thrown him. It would be bad to blow his cover so soon, not only for the sake of the job but also because Brick and Butch would smack him senseless for it and Mojo would probably vaporize their place. A fight sounded fun, but there would be time enough for that later on. <br><br>As she smiled at him and chirped that she was alright with a light flush in her skin, a strange feeling hit Boomer. iIt wasn't love at first sight or anything like that. She may have been crazy cute, but he was still a RowdyRuff Boy, and RowdyRuff Boys don't do love. He just really wanted to lean in and kiss her, deeply and for a long time. Any other day, he might have, but not this time. This time, he just let a tiny bit of extra blood enter his own face as he laughed once as though nervous, shrugged and said in a fake-false-nonchalant tone "Me? Yeah, I'm cool. So, can you show me where the principal's office is? Its my first day here." Boomer was kind of surprised it was coming out this easy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:20:18</strong>
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				Bubbles raised her eyebrow, summer vacation would be coming up in not much more than two months or so, was he really new? Why would he go to a new school at a time like this? Well, ubbles wasnt the big thinker, she was, at times, actaulyl very naive to be honest, so ofcourse she believe him. <strong>" Uh, the principal's office? Ofcourse, just follow me. "</strong> she said, giving him a bright, charming smile.<br><br>To her he still seemed like a normal boy, a sort of cute one though, and she coudlnt help but let out a soundless giggle the moment she turned her back on him to lead him to the principals office, that tiny blush on his face fit him so well. <strong>" Oh, Im bubbles by the way. Dont ask, i know its a weird name, most of my friends just call me bub actually. "</strong> She said, turning her head whilst letting him open the door for her, going inside. She had to stop to think for a moment though, she had never been sent to principal's office before, so actually she wasnt 100% sure where it was, but what-ever, had he asked butter she could probably give him precise coordinates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 02:38:31</strong>
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				Princess' long hair flowed behind her as she arced through the sky. As she flew she smirked, seeing a familar green trail, and shifted her body, following Buttercup from a 'safe' distance. She smirked, as her vision caught Buttercup standing on the roof of their old school. She remembered all the good times there, but mostly the bad times. The time she 'stole' christmas from the children of the world, the time she'd made crime legal, and many other occasions that she tried to take down the powerpuff girls.<br><br>But she was better, now, than she was before. She was faster, stronger, smarter, and even better looking! She smirked as she shot toward the lone powerpuff girl. She brought her arms up in front of her, her hands clasping together as she brought her arms up. She used the momentum and her own strength, bringing her arms down, attempting to bash Buttercup over the back of the head to knock her through the roof of the deserted school building and into the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:14:08</strong>
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				Sensing the approach Buttercup turned, blinked, and then there was nothing…<br><br>The light from the newly created hole in the roof pierced the room, its beam riddled with the odd glint and a layer of thick dust. The crash had been sudden and beside a spark or crumbling of debris, the room had fallen deathly quiet with the only sound of note being an odd shuffle and scrape from the point of impact…<br><br>From the settling dust burst forth a hand, its fingers digging deep into the floor with a heavy crunch as the owner, throbbing with pain, felt a rising and powerful emotion take hold. Gradually the hand began to emit an ominous green glow, the cloud dispersing to reveal a silhouetted figure with energy leaping from its bowed form like a flame licking the air. Two narrowed and menacing jade orbs pierced the dark of its shape and locked onto the gaping hole in the roof, intent on discovery and revenge. <br><br>Without warning she shot back out into the open sky, instantly recognizing the… Princess? At the realization of her opponent Buttercup seemed to snap out of it and within a flash the area seemed to brighten up as the heavy air of foreboding switched to one of laughter. With her head tucked in and her arms holding her sides, she let the redheaded beauty know exactly what she thought of her brazen attack.<br><br>“And to think I thought it was someone dangerous,” she bluffed, wiping away a tear of laughter with one hand as the other found her hip in one cocky motion. Despite her bravado however and the fact that she looked like she just stepped out the shower, without even the smallest scratch, Buttercup wasn’t sure she could move beyond the hover she was in; the pain from the initial attack subsiding but not quickly enough. She had to stall. “Pfeh, don’t tell my you’ve teamed up with Mojo again,” she guessed, remembering the last time the spoilt brat had super powers. With a mock sigh of disappointment and shake of her head, she added, “You super vill… no, super <em>losers</em>, never learn, do you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:22:13</strong>
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				Floating there, just off the roof, Princess smiled darkly as she watche Buttercup rise. She folded her arms under her breasts as she waited, licking her lips as she stared at the other woman. She just tilted her head, as if looking past the other teenager. She licked her lips as if getting ready to say something, but no words came. She had no reason to speak.&nbsp; No reason to let up on the relentless attack she would be going through.<br><br>She shot forward, her body moving with incredible speed, even by Powerpuff standards. Her left hand shot out, aiming for Buttercup's midsection. As the open palm strike came forward, her body twisted. Her right leg shot around, in a knee aimed at the back of the raven haired girl's head. It was a kind of pincer attack, one she'd learned from years of martial arts training. And that training had kept her alive when she'd been in and out of prison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:49:32</strong>
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				Buttercup winced as she saw the incoming attack, instinctively tensing her body for the blow as she was taught in the monastery. Princess wasn’t the only one with some formal training. Unfortunately however, it didn’t look like training was what mattered in this instance as the sheer power of the impact breached Buttercup’s defense, causing her to buckle in pain as the wind was knocked out of her, only for the follow up strike to send her right back through the Pokey Oak’s roof.<br><br>Dazed, the jade Powerpuff shakily straightened herself up and rose from the crater, again, ever the sucker for punishment. With a cough she faced her opponent once again and grinned, “Is that all you’ve got… <em>Princess</em>.”<br><br>Taking a fist into her free hand, she cracked her knuckles in anticipation, unwilling to allow the last attack to go without reply. Still grinning Buttercup gathered what power she could and, with a single burst of speed, blinked out of sight as she dived straight for her opponent; the aim of her attack to catch her in a tackle and slam her into the ground or, at least, the nearest wall. If she succeeded in the former she’d waste no time in straddling her opponent and unleashing a volley of powerpuff punches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:56:11</strong>
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				"<em>We have contact,</em>" Boomer thought as Bubbles granted him a tour to the principal's office. He smiled to himself, as this was not only a pretty good in with Bubbles, but knowing where this office was would give him an edge when causing trouble here. The further from the principal he was when he did it, the less likely the crime could be pinned on him. If someone did accuse him, so what? It musta been someone else. <br><br>So lost in this thought was Boomer that he almost collided with Bubbles when she stopped in front of the door. "<em>Well? We goin' in or what,</em>" he wondered to himself. But a light clicked on and he understood her pause. "Please, allow me," he said, again smooth as a sheet of ice but significantly warmer. His arm went slowly past her, lingering as it ran by her waist. Would he gently brush against her, accidentally touching but exciting her nonetheless? Perhaps he would wrap his hand around her, pull her close and then, well that was up to her imagination. Which was exactly what he was counting on: the interpretation of such a move by a naive but almost certainly romantically curious girl like her.<br><br>A large cloud of dust in a monitor caught Mojo's eye. "Ooo! I must call you back at another point in time, as I suddenly have something I must attend to that is not this call. YES," he yelled before the receiver was even down. "Yes, you arrogant brat-child who is no longer a child but is still highly bratty, destroy that meddling Buttercup!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 08:08:32</strong>
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				And just like that, Blossom found herself to be the last of the Powerpuff Girls to even leave the home. Strange how that works out. Shrugging, trying not to think about it too much, the teen strolled up the rest of the stairs and into her pink room to retrieve her book bag. Shutting the door behind her, but not locking it, the girl looked around her room for the bag in question. That's what happens when you clean up - you forget where you put everything since you think wherever you put it is such a better idea than where you ALWAYS used to put it. Looking by her desk, her closet, then her bed, Blossom had gotten an idea into her head that wasn't very Blossomy of her...<br><br>She was alone. The professor was downstairs in his lab, the other girls off doing whatever it was that they did before school. Well, Bubbles was likely already there, but Buttercup was probably being the disturbance she usually is somewhere. With this careful rationale in mind, Blossom laid onto the covers of her bed, her boots still on her feet as she was sure they were as clean as they were when she bought them - they never really did touch the ground as often as any other girl would have them. A slow, deep exhale escaped her lips as her hands roamed over her tight Powerpuff tummy. This was her little secret, her little game that no one else really ever knew that she played. Her sisters would never let her play it down and her image to those at school would probably crumble if they found out - she probably would have to renounce her student body presidency as well as her debating team captaincy! Hence, Blossom made sure that she used her analytical mind to find the most opportune time to do what she planned. Now was as good as ever, and she had at least a good half an hour...<br><br>Blossom tugged her right hand into the waistband of her pink shorts, while her left crept under the two layers of shirts to find her respective breast. Pinching at the nipple, the teenager let out a soft coo, though soft was something relative to the volume that the Powerpuff Girls were known to reach; especially Bubbles. Wanting to make this a little on the quick side, her hand immediately found her clit, where her fingers all rolled over. Toying with the most sensitive of a girl's little nubs, Blossom reached an orgasm pretty quickly, her last gasp one that she hoped didn't get to the ears of the Professor... well, not that she was really consciously concerned about that after finishing. Basking in the afterglow, the teenager left her hands where they were, but rolled over to her side. <br><br>This uncharacteristic 'activity' made it that much more special to Blossom - how she's kept it to herself for so many years is a miracle, but not one she is going to take for granted any time soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 09:03:48</strong>
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				Down in his lab and ignorance of what was going on upstairs, Professor Utonium began pouring the contents of one beaker into another, creating a bright silver substance that bubbled rapidly. A small amount of fizz came up past the brim but didn't overflow, giving it that nice beaker-full-of-chemicals look. The joy of impending discovery was stopped cold by another, far less enjoyable feeling. He was lacking something that, if his equations were correct, would be key to success. The Professor put the glass container into a special device that would delay any further chemical reaction until he returned (called an H.Y.H. Machine, Utonium's own invention) and went up stairs, his sock-covered feet barely making a sound on the carpeting. As he dashed by the bedrooms, he stopped as a sound caught his attention. Some kind of noise was coming from Blossom's room. He put an ear to the door and listened. It sounded like Blossom, but that was impossible. She was at school already. <br><br>Wasn't she?<br><br>It seemed so unlike Blossom to miss school or even not be early for it. Leaving after Buttercup seemed downright impossible, and this from a man who had created a time machine, a super power granting chemical and three human beings by himself from things bought for under five bucks at Malph's and a bucket of vague 'nice things'. Slowly, Utonium tested the knob to find it unlocked, so he continued turning and soon began pushing the door open, hoping it wouldn't creak. Luck was on his side, in at least one respect, as the door silently revealed the scene behind it.<br><br>The Professor wasn't horrified, though his dropped jaw would make proving it difficult. He was just shocked. The Professor wasn't so dumb as to think his girls never touched themselves this way. Even Bubbles, he assumed, had had an orgasm or two in her life. Ever since getting fingers, he was aware in the back of his mind that they would begin using them this way eventually. But to see it happening was dumbfounding. How should he handle this? Punishment wasn't an option, since masturbation wasn't bad and if he did punish her, the others might find out why and that would only humiliate Blossom. Should he just leave? That seemed best, but his legs wouldn't turn him around, the shock to his system hadn't relinquished control of them yet. So instead, he just stood there with his stunned head halfway in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 09:19:55</strong>
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				Brick sighed to himself as he waited at school, waiting for the Red powerpuff. Why did they have to come to school? Because that crapsack monkey 'father' said so? No, if it was just that Brick would have went back to bed and ignored Boomer when he told him of the plan. No, this was to destroy the power puff girls. Still, seducing Blossom wouldn't be easy..she was smarter than her sisters, Which meant more work for him, but the pay off was worth it.<br><br>Oh yes, the pay off was worth it..getting to see those girls finally destroyed...it would be well worth the work. And So, Brick waited at Pokey-Oaks High, The Teenager waiting outside the school for Blossom to arrive. Boomer and Butch had most likely found their girls by now. "Damn..when is she going to get here?" Brich said to himself as he continued to watch the only road into school, knowing how uptight Blossom was about being on time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 14:59:08</strong>
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				Bubbles felt the gentle hand reach around her, going for the knob on the door. At first it felt a little weird because the boy was right behind her and his arm reaching around her almost made it feel like a weird sort of hug. Bubbles didnt mind hugs, she loved them, but this was weird. Then she went stiff as a board, a bright blush on her face. It wasnt really something big, but she did feel his fingers just brushing very gently against her hip. <br><br>Ofcourse, the innocent girl she was she didnt really think about it in a very erotic manner, she merely forced herself into believing that it was just an accident that his fingers had slid against her hip, but being touched in a place liek that, well, Bubbles was shy to be honest, and had actually never had an orgasm before. She had ofcourse as every girl, examined and explored her own body, but whenever she started touching herself and just got remotely wet or it started feeling good she stopped, and she tried to go to sleep deeply ashamed, thinking that she wasnt normal at all, but some weird perver,t touching herself like that while thinking of boys.. or actually, in a few cases she had gotten that slight tingle in her lower body from girls. She would probably never ever admit it willingly, but she had been peeking at her sisters a few times, like when buttercup would come home and take a shower after sports, she had been peeking through the keyhole a few times, and sometimes when she knew that blossom was changing to go help out their father in the lap. <br><br>She let him open the door and went inside quickly, as it would be awkward to be standing right in the doorway all day. <strong>" S-so, whats you'r name? "</strong> she asked, trying to act as normal as possible.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 15:20:29</strong>
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				Boomer noticed Bubbles tense up as his fingertips came so close, he could almost feel the stitching of her jeans. When he looked down, he saw there was no almost about it. A slight mistake in measuring had him touching her very lightly. His first instinct was to pull back and go find rubbing alcohol, but he didn't. That would compromise him and his brothers and besides, it really wasn't all that bad. Maybe he would let it stay in contact for a moment longer. uh, because she didn't like it, of course. Wh-why else?<br><br>He followed her in more casually, bu his eyelid twitched as she asked his name. "<em>Son of a bitch,</em>" Boomer thought at the mundane question. He'd thought up responses to all kinds of questions she might have asked him, but this, the most everyday of inquiries was something he hadn't considered. Telling her it was Boomer would blow his cover faster than she could throw a punch, which was pretty fast for a girl. "They call me...Jack," he said, saying the first thing that came to mind that was Boomer. That seemed a good enough answer, but to his dismay, his mouth kept going. "Naw, I'm just messin' with you. Name's Boomer."<br><br>So many swears flew through his mind like debris in the hurricane the FCC dreaded most, all directed at himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 17:19:03</strong>
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				With the blush fading from her cheeks, and the walls of her core starting to relax after all of their exertions, Blossom happily turned onto her back. Her left hand was the first to come out from underneath the confines of her clothing, neatly replacing the hem of her shirt back against her shorts, as well making sure her bra went back to containing her fair toned breasts. Her right came up, slightly wet from the teen's own arousal, and in a bout of naughtiness, the teen brought those fingers to her lips to give them a taste. "Mm... I'm going to have to thank the Professor for giving us such a good diet!"<br><br>Re-buckling her belt, zippng up the zipper, and just generally having everything back in place, Blossom turned to the door to find what she could only describe as the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Well, it was the Professor, and he was the best thing that happened to her, but the fact that his head was peeking through the door, his cheeks as pink as the blouse she was wearing, this could only end badly. "I-I... Hi P-Pro-oh no..." the normally stoic, confident leader of the Powerpuff Girls was at a loss for words and confidence. She couldn't deal with this now. No way.<br><br>Scanning her room quickly, Blossom found her bookbag and slung it across one of her shoulders. Not looking back toward the door, which she normally would use to leave, the embarrassed teen burst through the open window in a streak of pink. How much did the professor see? Did he hear her? Does he really know what she did? Aaah! All of these thoughts didn't help put the girl at ease, but it did make the trip to Pokey Oaks High that much faster, somehow. Blossom hit the ground running, skipping along the courtyard on one foot a few steps before dashing like any other human teenager would. As she ran to class, a glimpse of another boy dressed in a red similar to her own entered her peripheral vision. Sure, it's not like she had a license saying that only she may wear such colours, but there was something familiar about that boy. No time to think about it, though, as Blossom only had eyes to find refuge in her Physics class that wasn't to start for another twenty minutes.<br><br>The classroom was open, with no teacher in it to speak of, no other students sitting around to gawk at the pretty girl inside. Blossom sat in her seat at the back of the room, though she did not choose to sit there. The teacher deemed it unfair that a girl with such perfect vision should sit at the front answering all of his questions before the other students could begin to squint to read the blackboard. Settling down in her seat, the teen dropped her bookbag by the foot of her chair and nestled her head into her hands. "I don't want to go home..." Blossom told herself quietly, being a typical teen for the first time in awhile, she thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 18:49:53</strong>
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				Princess just stood there, smirking as she watched Buttercup rise again. As to be expected of the butch, powerpuff. She licked her lips softly as her thighs rubbed together unconciously. She was tingling all over. She was pretty sure it was because of Mojo-jojo's powerpuff perfume. Sure she'd thought about other women, while masturbating, and such, but this was the first time she was being turned on. And only because the girl was fighting her! Then again Princess was a true dominant. She wanted to break Buttercup. Bend her to her will, and then parade her out in front of everyone else.<br><br>Her smirk vanished when Buttercup did. None of the powerpuff girls were that fast before! Her eyes widened as she looked, left, then right. Nothing. That only left down and... up! She raised her head up before drawing her arm back. She grunted as the green girl caught her around the waist, and Princess grunted as she was driven through the remainder of the roof and into the ground under Buttercup. Her head twisted this way and that as she was pummeled. The tingling amplified in her crotch as Buttercup wailed on her. But Princess was tougher than most people. Her face wouldn't bruise easily. She grunted as something happened. Her panties got tighter, her eyes squeezing shut in pain as a large bulge pressed against Buttercups ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:13:30</strong>
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				Buttercup’s attack was relentless and now that she had the advantage she was going to make the bitch pay tenfold for that sneaky first blow. Even if her face was as flawless as ever, the Powerpuff knew she was feeling it, although probably not in the manner she expected. As the dust swirled around them and debris dropped from the roof, Buttercup’s only focus was each punch with the only disturbance coming in the form of a soft poke from beneath her. She ignored it at first, <em>knowing</em> it to be a bit of rubble that just snuck under her, but it seemed to be as stubborn as her attack, poking her butt in an ever annoying manner as it wedged itself down there.<br><br>Unwittingly, the dark haired heroine slowed her attack as she rolled her butt over the offending object, trying to push it out from under her, but it simply popped right back between her cheeks as if on a spring, pushing back with each shove against it, a little 'stiffer' and more obstinate than before. Finally, frustrated and realizing it wasn’t just a simple piece of debris, Buttercup tried to raise herself and look to see what in the world was going on, opening herself to attack but too arrogant and curious to care. She couldn't believe she was risking the fight for... what? But it was driving her nuts!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:19:09</strong>
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				Growling low in her throat Princess grabbed the green Powerpuff's wrists and rolled, pinning the girl under her. She was over her, smiling as she rubbed her crotch against Buttercup's. Her skirt was hiding most of the action, as she licked her lips. Anyone watching might have thought they were fucking in the ruins of the old school. She smirked down at Buttercup, shaking her head.<br><br>"You dirty girl!&nbsp; Who knew that you were that into it!" she taunted.<br><br>She pinned buttercups hands above her head as her eyes began to glow.&nbsp; Her vision focused, burning off the brunette's top and breast tape away,&nbsp; revealing her ample chest in all it's glory. Princess was surprised, though not by much. She licked her lips and bent her head, gently sucking on one of her captive's nipples. She slowly circled the soft flesh with her tongue, while applying gentle pressure with her mouth. Her eyes were locked on Buttercups face, watching for signs of weakness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:56:43</strong>
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				Caught completely by surprise, Buttercup could only gape in shock as Princess made such a rapid recovery. In seconds the roles were reversed as she found herself pinned by her shapely foe and being, to her utter shock, dry humped! The strange bulge from before, hidden by a pleated skirt and pair of strained panties, now noticeable with each lewd press against her crotch, bringing little more than a wince as she was hit by an unfamiliar warmth. “Get off me you bitch!” she protested, struggling under the iron grip of the redhead, but Princess seemed to be almost driven.<br><br>“This isn’t right”, was the only thought to cross the naive powerpuff’s mind as she blushed furiously upon feeling a great pressure lifted from her chest. The cool air soon replaced by the warmth of a wet tongue and gentle lips, causing her nipples, much to her distress, to stiffen plainly in response. With a sharp intake she threw her head back, thrusting her chest forward, “Princess… stop!” Her uncharacteristic request followed by an attempt to squirm away but with each small lick and tender suck she felt weaker as if her strength were being drawn out, turning all efforts to pull her hands free into more of a mock resistance. She searched for her aggression vainly, unused to the sensations being elicited by her tormentor’s delicate ministrations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 20:45:05</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at him, he seemed very hesitant to answer. jake? Jake was not a- "It's Boomer"..<br><br>It sort of felt like the entire planet crashed down around her, like this was all a scene in a bad crime show, and she was peeling the guilty guys mask off. Suddenly she realized it, it was him! No doubt about, he looked just like him, alot more handsome and grown up ofcourse, but there was no doubt that it was indeed Boomer! Her jaw dropped, she retreated very quickly, now being about two meters from him, staring at him like she couldnt believe what she was seeing, it was him! Well, not HIM, but boomer, you get the point!<br><br><strong>" Wa-wait.. Y-you.. you? What.. wh-why? "</strong> she was completely speechless, she couldnt form a real sentence. She obviously wasnt getting ready to wipe the floor with his sorry remains, she actually almost looked disappointed. Finaly she had met a cute boy, and it hardly took ten minutes for it to shatter.<br><br>She didnt like to admit it, but very deep inside she was sort of glad to see him, to atleast know that he was okay. She had been thinking about him quite a bit over the years, first thing he was the very first boy she had kissed, well, childish kisses on the cheeks, but it was alot for her. She didnt really hate him either, she had somewhat had a crush on him back then, and he had been hard to forget, and now he was standing right in front of her, more handsome than ever, but she just knew it was too good to be true.<br><br><strong>" You're here to hurt me, arent you? "</strong> she sighed, looking very down and non-bubbly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 04:26:46</strong>
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				Utonium raced after Blossom, almost out the window before the tiny part of his brain that wasn't focused on doing his fatherly duties stopped him at just leaning most of the way out. He didn't even know what he could say to her other than she wasn't bad and he loved her. That couldn't possibly have been enough and it was too late to try it anyway. His head and shoulders slumped as he pulled himself back in, sighing as he exited the tidy room. Things might be different now between them, since he had seen her in that kind of situation. He knew it wouldn't be right to tamper with her memory to make her forget he'd been there, but the alternative was so much harsher. Any shows of affection from her from now on would be ridiculous to expect, for a while at the very least. What if she hated him? What if she told Bubbles and Buttercup he was a pervert and they left home sooner than he thought? That seemed such a cruel fate for what was basically an accident and overwhelming surprise. He was only a tiny little detail and it would help her in so many ways to forget he had seen...<br><br>The Professor slapped himself once. When he first became interested in science, he researched famous scientists and found that many of them were famous either for miracle cures or for devastating weapons. He vowed to be one of the former, that he would never destroy or sicken anybody. He would use science only for good, and altering somebody's brain, especially if its the brain of someone you love, was certainly wrong. No, he and Blossom would talk. He would tell her she did nothing wrong, explain himself and they would go back to normal. He was glad he'd seen Blossom, the logical one. If it had been Bubbles, she would never have let the embarrassment go and Buttercup probably would have socked him.<br><br>Grabbing what he needed, he went back downstairs to continue what he was working on. Removing the compound from the HYH Machine, he added the new ingredient and watched as it all became golden hued, like beer almost. As he did so, his unconscious mind returned to what he'd seen, though his aware mind wouldn't let him notice it.<br><br>Boomer's hand reached across his stomach to roll up the sleeves on his extra long navy blue jersey to fight before noticing Bubbles wasn't preparing for combat. "I guess Boomer isn't as common a name as it should be," he said, approaching her. "Look, Bubbles, I know we weren't really good friends before, but we were just kids back then. You know how kids are. Their folks tell them to do something, they feel like they have to do it." What he was saying wasn't lost on Boomer, as he realized that was exactly what he was doing now. "I'm not that kid anymore. When was the last time you got a call about us? I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to try to lead a normal life. Go to school, make some friends, maybe...," he paused and looked down at the polished linoleum floor, his leg swaying sheepishly. "...maybe find me a girlfriend or something."<br><br>"<em>I should totally join the drama club, because that was one heck of a performance! I rock,</em>" he thought, letting none escape his brain pan.<br><br>Mojo's eyes popped open with a quick 'thoomp' as he observed his monitor at the Pokey Oaks building. "Oh...my...a-God."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 06:15:29</strong>
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				Brick smiled to himself, seeing the red powerpuff show up to school at last. He also saw her notice him, but his appearence didn't seem to 'click' in her memory, which was a good thing. Brick let Blossom get a bit ahead before following her, down the hallway, and into the Physics classroom. Seeing her take a seat at the back, Brick only smiled..and took a seat right beside Blossom, acting innocently enough. He had been carrying a backpack, which he unloaded a physics book from, having come prepared for this 'job' that Mojo had given him and his brothers...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 14:29:08</strong>
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				Bubbles looked down at the ground, normally she wouldnt let her guard down THAT easily, but this was a weird situation and she was deeply donfused. She blushed a little when he started talking about girlfriends and all of that but she didnt know what to do, and even though her mind was telling her to give him another chance and really wanted to be his friend, then a little angel on ehr shoulder told her not to trust him. Finaly she looked up at him. <strong>" You know.. "</strong> she started, hesitating, still not appearing to be interested in a fight.<br><br><strong>" I'm not blossom, and i'm not the clever one, but i know your father. "</strong> she said in a low, hesitating voice, like she wasnt really sure that she herself even agreed with what was comign out of her mouth. <strong>" And.. i-i know better than to trust you.. "</strong> She finished, looking at him, trying to look self-confident but just looking sort of sad and confused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 14:56:30</strong>
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				Boomer scoffed a little. "I know your old man too, does that make you a scientist? Besides, the chimp may be my father, but he ain't my dad. You girls got a guy who's both, so maybe you don't know this, but not every guy who creates you in a bowl is someone to look up to. Remember a few years back when Mojo and HIM were fighting for me and my brothers? They weren't trying to take us in and raise us, not that we would have let 'em back then. They wanted tools. If we hadn't just ditched 'em both, we'd have been free henchmen for whatever stupid scheme they pulled outta their butts. When me, Brick and Butch realized that, we said to hell with both of 'em." Was Boomer actually convincing himself to abort the plan as he went? Jeez, maybe he really was the dumb one.<br><br>He noticed her expression and how different it was from the Bubbles he remembered. He was a little ashamed to catch himself thinking how he would rather see that inhumanly cheery smile on her face than this look of indecision and worry. After convincing himself it was because this was not the right face for someone to show a person they considered an enemy, he sighed and stopped coming toward her, making sure to stop within arm's reach. Briefly, he considered putting a hand on her shoulder, but didn't since she may feel cornered by it or take it as a threat. He also noticed how unsure she was of her own words. There may be a part of her that wanted to accept that people change, even those made of hair, snails and dog limbs. Lucky him.<br><br>"If we're going just by the past, I shouldn't trust you, either. Hell, you killed me once! I'm willing to let go of that. Don't tell me I've become more compassionate than Bubbles." He smirked a little at that. For as much as she used to exhibit it, Bubbles must have prided herself at least a tiny bit on being so nice to everything, monsters and villains aside.<br><br>Butch checked his watch yet again, tapping his toes so rapidly, they made a blur of black leather and tiny sonic booms. He was getting bored watching old people come into the shop for their weird oldies tapes and their questionable newer music. "Where the hell is she!? Is tryin' to piss me off or what!? Ugh, I don't have time for this!!" He flew off, aimlessly despite his claims of being short on time. He scanned the city for green light, explosions, the sound of a colossus hitting the pavement in a wet splat or any of Buttercup's other audible trademarks. He tried listening for her, getting angrier and angrier with each degree he turned his head without finding her. What was her problem, not showing herself? Finally, he caught something. Sounded like Buttercup, as she sounded on the news as of late....in a fight! "Now we're talkin'," Butch exclaimed, streaking toward the sound.<br><br>Slowing down as he got close to the origin of the sounds was for pussies. Butch simply stopped suddenly on the roof looking down into the hole. He started to call Buttercup out before realizing that this would both ruin the job and the scene below him. It was definitely his target, but she was pinned down by some schoolgirl. Another Powerpuff? The other girl wasn't exactly being sisterly. Who the hell was this who seemed to be overpowering Buttercup so easily? Butch stayed quiet and observed the girls, as well as a strange feeling just below his belt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 15:28:06</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at Boomer, he was quite close now, closer than she'd let most other possible enemies without giving him a good smack in the face. <strong>" W-well i suppose.. "</strong> She looked at him, seemingly very hesitant, confused and also trying to find words like a madman. <strong>" I-i guess.. Its only fair to give you another chance.. "</strong> She said. To be honest, she had sort of missed him, and meeting him like this, not prepared at all, was sort of weird, a mixture of deeply confusing and pleasant.<br><br>His story was touching, and she couldnt help but feel bad for him, and also a little awkward, knowing that she always had her loving family. Didnt he deserve to have someone to love him? To talk to him, smile at him, cuddle up to him in his sleep? Bubbles couldnt help but feel that they were very different, yet at the same time, very equal. They both ahd a family, but at the same time they were lonely. They both had powers beyond human imagining, they were the same. She cleared her throat. <strong>" M-maybe.. tommorow evening fi you'd like, we could.. grab a cup of coffee? Dinner perhaps? "</strong> She asked in a very low tune, feeling her heart pound and her cheeks blush at the deep embarrassment of the question. She did look awfully, aalmost heartbreakingly cute standing there, somehow looking depressed, yet blushing, looking up at him with her hesitant and sort of nervous, deep blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 15:51:47</strong>
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				Boomer smiled, surprisingly sincerely. It felt odd to be trusted, especially since she was right to mistrust him at first. But what felt odder was that it didn't feel that good to have successfully deceived her. He felt like he should look down for some reason. Fortunately, he didn't do that, instead he smiled that honest smile and looked into her eyes, blue like his own, but softer. There was something in them, something he couldn't identify but which he knew deep down was something he wanted more of. It worried him, thinking it might be some new power she had developed. Hypnosis maybe, or some other action too devious for a heroine. <br><br>His first reaction to her invitation was confusion until the feeling alleviated itself and clarity occurred. He looked once again at her eyes. They reminded him of a rabbit he and his brothers had once caught when they were about twelve years old. As Butch held it by it's hind legs, it had a strange look in it's eyes, as though asking silently for them not to hurt it. Boomer remembered the rabbit well, it's twitches of attempted escape that weren't even noticed by it's captor. Butch handed the bunny to Boomer, telling him to prove he was still rowdy and rough. He remembered the downy white fur as his hand closed around it's paws. That look...<br><br>He saw that look again now, in Bubbles' eyes. "<em>No. Not this time.</em>" This time, Boomer obeyed the impulse to touch Bubbles' shoulder. "Yeah. I think I would like that."<br><br>Mojo Jojo had no idea what was going on as his eyes were ensnared with Buttercup and Princess. He could only sit and gaze with wide-open eyes, holding and quickly emptying his bag of popcorn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 16:10:10</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at Boomer, this was weird, very weird, nothing like anything she had tried before. Boomer took a little time to answer, and something in his eyes surprsed her,s omething you would not usually see in the eyes of a hardcore villain, it was almsot like he was feeling some sort of guilt, or was ashamed of something? But it was only a quick glimpse. <br><br>She blushed as he said yes, a little, happy smile reappearing on her lips, feeling his warm hand on her shoulder, she looked at him, unsure of what to do or say. She flet her heart pound, she actually felt very weird all through her body, her blush becoming more and more red after each long second of silence. She softly, hesitantly, put her own hand on top of his on her shoulder, giving it a soft,s hy stroke for a moment before clearing her throat. <strong>" U-uhm then, eh, me-meet at the top fo the hill behind the old playground tommorow at 8.. U-uh i have to go now, book forgot me at home.. I-i mean i forgot a book at home, uhm, see you around. "</strong> She quickly gave him another smile and than darted off at an insane speed. She felt so weird, why did she feel so warm, and why was she getting goosebumps all over her skin? Was she ill? She opened the, sneaking inside as quiet as she could, not knowing if she should go tell her dad or not. She decided that for once, she wouldnt be giving him a hug,a fterall she had only been gone for at most half an hour. She sneaked up to her room, sitting on her bed, still blushing feeling weird, hugging a pillow, she guessed that she would miss school that day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 16:27:27</strong>
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				As Bubbles stumbled over words, Boomer couldn't help but chuckle just a little at her. She was just so...puppy-like. Even as she flew away in a streak of sky blue, she seemed so harmless. Hard to believe how many bad guys she'd helped beat senseless, but that was nothing compared to what he felt his muscles doing. The muscles in his head were tensing under his eyes while those for his eyelids relaxed. <br><br>He was smiling. Not that sinister grin either, but a full-blown U-shaped one. At least he didn't need to try to figure out why he was doing this. He felt something a lot like when he used to play mailbox baseball, but it was different somehow. A new kind of satisfaction combined with a sense of impending disaster as he realized once again why, when he thought about girls, he didn't think of bad girls as did Butch or as would be expected of a bad guy. They were always sweet in his mind, and he knew exactly why. He'd always thought about girls like Bubbles because he's always wanted Bubbles. Now, there was a real chance it would happen. He looked at his hand, still warm from touching her only a moment ago.<br><br>As he stood alone in the hallway, he looked down, smiled and muttered "Now how am I gonna find the principal's office?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 16:34:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/HellTower.jpg)</div><br>From his seat of power, HE saw every little happening in Townsville both great and small.&nbsp; The poor blue Powerpuff as she sat on a pole, as seen from the eyes of a not-so-harmless butterfly.&nbsp; Her flight to the school, and her reunion with HIS own blue spawn.&nbsp; The red Blossom as she succumbed to feelings of lust and pleasured herself while the professor entertained heinous thoughts about his own brood.&nbsp; The contest of sexual dominance raging between Buttercup and the newly-empowered Princess.&nbsp; The green simian as he sat in shock within his lair, unaware that he too was under careful scrutiny.&nbsp; And all their inner thoughts, their secrets, their sins, sang a most devilish tune in the ancient creature's pointy red ears.&nbsp; It was a chorus that spoke of twisted plots and mind-shattering games to come.&nbsp; To anyone else it would have been maddening, but to HIM it was beautiful enough to bring a single molten tear to his eyes.<br><br>"Yessss!" HE cried, his face splitting clean in half as that monstrous grin finally outgrew his skull.&nbsp; "Every thread weaving together in such woooooonderful ways, and here I am in the perfect position to <em>pluck</em> them in whatever way I wish.&nbsp; <strong>Delicious.</strong>"<br><br>HIS left claw shot out, grasping the nearest shimmering image and drawing it ever closer.&nbsp; It switched simultaneously between Boomer and Bubbles, "borrowing" their eyesight in a most invasive manner to give HIM the highest resolution that Hell could provide.&nbsp; A delighted chortle rose in HIS throat, lips curling so far past his eyes that they nearly doubled back again, contorting his normally pristine features into a grotesque mask of insane amusement.<br><br>"Well well <em>well,</em> what have we here?&nbsp; Why Mojo, it seems not all your boys are quite so willing to dance to your tune!&nbsp; But my, they do grow up so fast.&nbsp; A will and a way of their own, moving off in unseen directions.&nbsp; Well...unseen to <em>you.</em>&nbsp; I see the path ahead oooooh so clearly.&nbsp; But it simply won't do!&nbsp; No, not one bit!" HE muttered, shaking his head.&nbsp; "Two old enemies, becoming friends?&nbsp; My dear Boomer, I fear your intentions simply do not coincide with my desires.&nbsp; A pity, but I have plans for Bubbles that do not involve her happiness.&nbsp; Back then you boys had a choice in whether you listened to me.&nbsp; Now..."<br><br>HIM brought his lips close to the screen and whispered something into it the moment it switched back to Boomer's point of view.&nbsp; What am I doing? HE said, HIS voice suddenly becoming that of the young man's.&nbsp; She <em>killed</em> me once, am I going to let that slide past?&nbsp; But attacking her...&nbsp; No, that's too simple.&nbsp; I don't want to destroy her.&nbsp; I want to <em>break</em> her.&nbsp; And to do that, I just need to keep playing nice...<br><br>The suggestion planted, HIM swatted the screen away with a crooked smirk before shooting a pointed look towards the one showcasing Brick and Blossom.&nbsp; HE frowned, somewhat disappointed.&nbsp; Brick seemed all too eager to use Mojo's plan as a chance to get his revenge.&nbsp; Perhaps something more interesting would arise in time, but for now HE was content to let the two of them run along their current course.&nbsp; There were far more entertaining matters to attend to.<br><br>"Oh Professooooooooooor!" HE cooed a little too lovingly, summoning the screen with the girl's father to HIS side.&nbsp; Such a <em>diiiiiiirty</em> man you've become in my absence!&nbsp; Harbouring so many uncouth thoughts in that genius little brain of yours!&nbsp; HE balanced HIS chin on HIS claws, smirking impishly as HE watched Utonium go about his work and attempt to put Blossom out of his mind.&nbsp; "But what's so wrong with <em>carnal plllllleasures,</em> my dear Professor?" HE trilled seductively.&nbsp; "By your very <em>nature</em> you are a man of sin!&nbsp; A sin against God on high, making life out of thin air!&nbsp; And once a man has sinned once, he <em>will</em> sin again.&nbsp; I aaaaaaalways make sure of <em>that."</em><br><br>But now HIM was stricken by indecision.&nbsp; There were so many ways in which HE could toy with the naive, cloistered scientist, it was just a matter of which one would prove to be the most profitable in the long run.<br><br>"And they say it's <em>easy</em>, tempting man!" HE sighed, twirling his goatee absentmindedly.&nbsp; To poke and prod these tender, wretched feelings, or to take <em>another</em> route.&nbsp; Decisions decisions!"&nbsp; <br><br>HIM thought, and HE thought, and HE thought, until at last an idea came to mind and a cruel gleam entered his eyes.&nbsp; Oooooh <em>yeeeeees!</em>&nbsp; What a <em>splendid</em> idea..."<br><br>It just isn't right! HE hissed into Utonium's screen, this time mimicking <em>his</em> voice.&nbsp; We may not be blood, but she <em>is</em> my daughter!&nbsp; Yet these feelings persist...&nbsp; If I don't do something about them, I run the risk of losing my girls forever because of them!&nbsp; Damn it all!&nbsp; But wait!&nbsp; What if there was some other way...&nbsp; A way to cure this damnable loneliness?&nbsp; If I can create the perfect little girls...what would stop me from creating the <em>perfect young woman?</em><br><br>The moment the suggestion was planted HIM slapped the screen away, laughing hysterically at the idea.&nbsp; There was no telling if the Professors sinful feelings for his daughters would not still manifest, but this new development would surely provide some sport for HIM's viewing pleasure no matter what the fool ended up doing.&nbsp; But HE was never the sort to waste time on gloating, and there were still two more matters to attend to.<br><br>It appeared that Mojo's formula had had some rather unexpected side effects on the obnoxious Princess, ones that HIM found most agreeable.&nbsp; HE was not one so easily bound by the rules of gender, even despite the very specific name the people of Townsville had given him.&nbsp; But that Mojo's lack of foresight would lead to such an unnatural and brazen display of pent up sexual aggression in broad daylight, amongst the rubble of a school, in the middle of a city that was so squeaky clean that it made one wonder if anyone ever really enjoyed themselves in the bedroom at all?&nbsp; The very idea of it made HIM squeal with unearthly delight.&nbsp; For now he would let them have their fun, and wait for an opening later.&nbsp; For now HE had a date to attend to.<br><br>HIM disappeared in a flash of bright pink smog, leaving his domain to its strange half-silence.&nbsp; In Mojo's lair, a previously unlit screen would flare to life, glowing a sickly and unpleasant shade of green while emitting a sort of eerie static.&nbsp; The entire room suddenly went completely dark.&nbsp; Normally it could have been blamed on a fault circuit breaker (for good evil lairs were always difficult to maintain), but considering the giant hole in the ceiling it was certain to raise some alarms when no sunlight seemed capable of breaking through.&nbsp; After a moment another screen lit a few feet to the left of the first, and with a terrible otherwordly screeching the other screens began rearranging themselves until they looked much like a wide, cruel grin set beneath a pair of piercing green eyes.<br><br>"Why Mojo, you look so <em>comfortable</em> there, munching snacks while MY boys do all your dirty work for you.&nbsp; Gotten tired of pulling the triggers yourself, hmmm?" HIS voice rang out, sounding for the first time in Townsville since HIS departure over a decade ago.&nbsp; "But we can't have that, can we?&nbsp; It's never a good idea to let your guard down, wouldn't you agree?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:00:43</strong>
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				Boomer's smile fell into neutral, then into an enraged scowl as he recalled his first battle with the Powerpuff Girls. He'd been killed. Killed! His life ended by this bunny-like girl and her false affections. "Is that how easy you give away a kiss, Bubbles?" This called into question everything he thought he knew and had even seen about her. That shy girl routine, feh! How could he have fallen for that old trick? Even that unknown something in her eyes. A trick, a con game she probably did with her eye beams. No doubt she was trying to play him as he had been her. Was he going to be the newest of...dozens? Hundreds? Every person of legal age in Townsville to have fallen prey to her little games? She had torn apart his very being with her venomous kiss, and once was quite enough. He curled his hands into tight fists and his lips into an evil grin.<br><br>He would meet her behind the old playground. Oh, yes. He would meet her.<br><br>The thoughts were becoming more and more vivid, even going further than reality had. In his mind, Utonium could see himself going into Blossom's room, her eyes that had shown such humiliation in fact now trying to entice him in fiction. He tried to rid himself of them as they were disturbing his work, and managed to keep them on the back burner at best, but every once in a while they would return to the forefront.<br><br>This wasn't like him! Even if Blossom wasn't his child in the traditional sense, he loved her as if she was his daughter. His! Daughter! Nothing else. But it had just been so long since he'd seen a woman in that state of mind, he just...Oh, God, what could he do? <br><br>Mojo's eyes were fixed on the monitor of the two girls until the voice sounded, at which point he jumped ten feet into the air and stammered "N-NOTHING!! I'm doing nothing!" He covered himself despite being completely dressed but became more standoffish as he saw what was going on. "I know that voice. So it is you. You are the one whose voice I had heard which interrupted my observations! You are the presence in this base that is not mine and was not invited in by me, Mmmoo-joJojo, and therefore should not be here. But you ARE in here, which means you are someplace you should not be! uuhh...you cannot see me from in there, can you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:20:01</strong>
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				"Oh doooo be &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>QUIET!"</strong></span> HIM snarled, that melodious voice once again succumbing to a hidden, seething rage.&nbsp; Only for the briefest of moments did the screens turn a harsh shade of red before returning to more neutral colours.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is that any way to welcome an <em>old friend</em>, my dear monkey?&nbsp; You could have at least wet yourself in fear, hmmm?&nbsp; Though I suppose you were always too overcome with <em>pride</em> to respect anyone else but yourself.&nbsp; A dangerous sin indeed!"<br><br>HIM laughed, and the screens each blew out in bursts of broken glass and torrents of green flames.&nbsp; In an instant HE appeared behind Mojo, a clawed arm wrapping around the villain's chest and keeping him firmly in his seat.&nbsp; HIS pointed grinning face hovered mere inches in front of Mojo's, giving him a look of complete and utter contempt that still managed to seem gentlemanly.&nbsp; <br><br>"And you should know that <em>I</em> can see <em>you</em> from aaaanywhere, darling!&nbsp; Every little thing you do, every little thought you think, is just another page in the book of your life.&nbsp; But I'm not here to talk about <em>trashy literature</em>," HE remarked, insulting as casually as breathing.&nbsp; "I'm simply here to let you know that you no longer have free reign over Townsville!&nbsp; I'm afraid it's been looooonging for my touch all these years, and you simply aren't enough <em>ape</em> to pleasure it properly.<br><br>With a sadistic little chuckle HIM spun away, performing a graceful pirouette and balancing on one foot several meters from Mojo's chair.&nbsp; "I would have thought you would have <em>evolved</em> by now, but instead you fall back on such <em>tired</em> old tactics.&nbsp; The Rowdyruff boys?&nbsp; A superpowered Princess?&nbsp; My darling simian, I am <em>not</em> impressed.&nbsp; Is that all your tumorous brain can cook up?&nbsp; Don't tell me you're getting old and doddering!&nbsp; Just how long do chimps live for again?" HE asked innocently, cheeks rosy with barely concealed laughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:40:14</strong>
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				"Hey! I was watching that," Mojo said as his monitors broke. He started to get up but was held down by an arm that always made him wish he had a big nutcracker with him. And an ice pack, as being in HIS lair all the time made HIS touch incredibly hot. He kept his annoyance in check, knowing HE would only throw it back at him with a twirl and a chipmunk-like giggle. Mojo's face was calm. But GOD, did he hate this person!!!<br><br>But no. He had ways of dealing with HIM. Mojo Jojo would not give in to HIS goading, HIS prods and pushes. Instead, he smiled. "Given that I have not aged since last we spoke, I would say that the lifespan of a normal chimp is a moot point to me. I will far surpass it. It holds no meaning for me, as it tells me nothing about my own lifespan. But I digress. You are up to some old tricks of your own, 'old friend'. Allow me to guess what you have planned for 'your' town. My assumption based upon past experience with you is that you are also using others to act out your plans. What this time, HIM? A phony memo to Ms. Bellum? Getting Julie Bean to tie Miss Keane's shoelaces together? Turning Blossom's bow into a monster? If your own track record were better, more impressive and had a higher success rate, I might worry about Townsville slipping from my grasp. For now, please observe the calm of my visage and know that it reflects the calm of my brain." Mojo casually threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "But, as you could have seen had you not destroyed my primary monitors, the difference is that my plans are getting results. Buttercup is helpless before Princess and Bubbles must be putty in Boomer's hands by now, her own naivety and willingness to trust others when she should not is well on it's way to undoing her. But don't worry, HIM. When the Pow-wuhpuff Guhls are no more and they no longer try to stop me and are destroyed and all of that, I will give you a little expansion for your home. How about Citysville? Its a rat's nest full of scum. Just the place for you."<br><br>On his second try, Boomer found the right window. He looked inside at Bubbles. Devious, twisted Bubbles. Was she planning some new plan to trap him? Ensnare him? Or wouldn't that be enough for her and she was working out a new sick way to dispatch him? His anger boiled for just a moment before he calmed himself and put on the smile from before. Lightly so as not to startle her, he tapped on her window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:16:09</strong>
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				Bubbles went to her wall, there was a huge poster, an image of a butterfly, slowly taking off from a beautiful blue rose. She reached behind it and found what she was looking for. She then went back to sitting on the bed. In her hand was an old, partially faded, dusty photograph. It depicted the young Boomer, hanging in midair and bubbles, hanging on to him by holding her arms around his neck. The child-version of Bubbles was pressing a kiss onto the cheek of the boy, looking enraged yet embarrased.<br><br>Bubbles blushed, it had been so long, so many years. She could hardly believe that the hardcore bully from back then now had turned into that handsome, charming bad-boy she had met at school just a few 10 minutes earlier. She sighed, feeling that weird warm almost scary and overwhelming feeling inside her again.<br><br>She suddenly heard the light tapping on the window, looking up, a huge blush on her face she quickly hid the picture the first place that came to mind, her bra, and she was already embarrased about it, but she coudlnt let him see it, that she still had an old photograph of her kissing him, and even had drawn an old, faded red heart around tehm, back then she had had a crush on him.<br><br>She then stood up, opening the window loking at him. <strong>" U-uh hey. Uhm i-i was just about to look for that book, h-heh, uhm.. Wa-wanna come inside? "</strong> she asked, moving out of the way to let him neter the tidy, actually very girlish room. The walls where sky-blue adn on them was lots of pictures, paintings and posters. Most of it was depicting animals, horses, butterflies, but alot of them also showed pictures of big beautiful landscapes and flowers. above her bed was another old photograph in a frame, it was her and her sisters, giggling while clapping their hands together, all small girls again. She quickly wnet and closed a drawer full of assorted bra's and panties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:21:22</strong>
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				HIM merely grinned as Mojo ranted on and on, black lips pressed tightly together.&nbsp; HE held his pincers behind his back as HE idly paced around the lair without waiting for the monkey's permission, glancing at all the failed experiments and newly constructed death machines waiting in the wings.<br><br>"Oh how <em>quaint!</em>" HE cried when Mojo had finished, shooting him a very disconcerting look.&nbsp; "You seem to be under the deluuuusion that I have been twiddling my claws for the past ten years.&nbsp; No, my dear simian, I am not nearly so <em>small</em> minded as you are.&nbsp; The difference between yooou and I--besides my <em>amazing</em> figure--is that I am capable of seeing <em>beyond</em> those girls that vex you so.&nbsp; So no, I have no plans to make prank calls or turn trinkets into beastly things.&nbsp; Unlike you, I do not expect immediate payoffs with my plots.&nbsp; Like when poooooor Buttercup had to get a rather painful filling because of the cavity from all that <em>candy</em> I gave those years back!&nbsp; All one needs is a bit of patience, and creativity.&nbsp; And let's face it Mojo, darling, you are <em>no artist.</em>"<br><br>In the blink of an eye HIM was gone again, then looming several feet over Mojo's head with a terrifying look on HIS face.&nbsp; Terrifying even for HIM.&nbsp; "You see, I have kept quite <em>busy<em>, in other parts of the world.&nbsp; You think to know me by my seemingly insipid little ploys, when you do not have the sliiiiiightest <em>inkling</em> of what <em>I</em> am.&nbsp; Perhaps if you did not live in perfect little <em>Townsville</em>,"</em></em> HE said derisively, "You would see my handiwork.&nbsp; Failing economies.&nbsp; Global pessimism.&nbsp; Frivolous, unending wars!&nbsp; Humans are such <strong>delicious</strong> creatures, like clay asking to be molded.&nbsp; You see, darling, there is a reason I have returned to this cheery little city."<br><br>Then, leaning in as close as can be, HIM whispered in Mojo's ear; "It's because I've already <em>won</em> everywhere else."<br><br>The laboratories were rent with peals of singsong laughter as he floated back amongst the villain's robotic contraptions.&nbsp; "You see, I too had found myself succumbing to the same absurd obsession with those little <em>brats</em> that is even now holding you back.&nbsp; Sooooo, I said to myself, 'why not just <em>go somewhere else?</em>'&nbsp; So I did!&nbsp; And look at the world now!" HE laughed, conjuring up swirling images of death and mayhem to hang in the air like a funeral shroud.<br><br>"And that is where we differ, Mojo.&nbsp; You despise the girls, and in your <em>seething</em> hatred you glorify them more than any crowd of worshipful citizens.&nbsp; But now, after all these years, I have come to realize something important.&nbsp; You see, for you, the girls are <em>everything.</em>&nbsp; But to me?"<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"THEY ARE NOTHING."</strong></span><br><br>And in a burst of flame HE vanished, leaving a great black mark on the floor and allowing the sun to shine through the gaping hole in the ceiling once more.&nbsp; Mojo was alone again.&nbsp; Or at least, as alone as he could be, with HIM back in town.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/BarrenCityscape-1.jpg)</div><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:45:31</strong>
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				Despite the killing intent buried safely under his skin, Boomer couldn't help a little laugh as he saw Bubbles blatantly hiding something in her shirt. Another incentive for him to remove it from her. As he came inside, he took a look around to keep the illusion of being interested in her. His glance went up to that picture above her bed. It reminded him of that day she and her sisters had murdered him and his brothers. So easy to blast her while she closed a drawer...So easy..!! his eyes glowed a dark denim blue and...<br><br>...suddenly went normal again. It was that rabbit again. Even if it was put on, that face she'd made reminded him of that rabbit! "You know, I almost didn't recognize you before without your trademark pigtails. Why the change of style?"<br><br>Mojo Jojo's bored eyes followed HIM around the room as he floated and taunted and gloated and occasionally broke that sexually ambiguous voice for a deeper one that fit his reputation better. He would sigh and clean his ears, knowing HE would give him no chance to speak again. It never clicked with him, but Mojo must now have felt like others did when he spoke to them. The closest HE came to getting Mojo to lose his cool was calling him no artist. That one stung, but Mojo shrugged it off. What did HE know? <br><br>Mojo on the other hand knew plenty. Like why Townsville had been without HIM for so long. That despite all his posturing and yelling, HE was just as concerned about the Powerpuff Girls as Mojo was. If HE wanted to complete his supposed control over Earth, he would have to defeat the girls first, and HE was worried. For all his influence exerted over mortals, he seemed no more capable of dealing with superheroes than before. <br><br>Knowing HE was still watching, Mojo said to himself and to HIM "Next time you come here, do not leave my floor covered in glass. I know you are a villain, but this is just rude."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:21:07</strong>
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				Bubbles felt something give her that slight stinging feeling of eyes drilling into her neck. She turned around, but Boomer looked just as normal and handsome as he had done earlier whens he first spoke to him, though something seemed.. different? She couldnt put her finger on it, it was just the whole connection between seemed somewhat more awkward than ever. <strong>" Uh well.. uhm, g-guess i just didnt have time this morning. "</strong> She said, offering him another soft smile, a bit confused, and for no explainable reason, a bit nervous.<br><br>She felt so weird right now, clueless, what was it? What was it that gave her that tingling, alarming feeling that something was not rigth at all? She tried to shrug it off but, it didnt really help. <strong>" I-i still usually do pigtails.. "</strong> She mumbled, feeling stupid, why were they talking about her hair now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:38:44</strong>
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				"They look good on you," he said, immediately cursing himself silently for doing so. Was he actually trying to protect her from himself? It wasn't like he was lying, though, he did think they suited her well. Boomer turned and looked out the window, using her inability to see his face to catch his breath. Something felt strange but familiar and now it didn't feel as strong. In fact, the intensity of his sudden animosity shocked him now in hindsight. Was he really about to...? He needed some water, but the air would do for now. "Peaceful neighborhood," he remarked in an attempt to explain why he was staring out the window. "Didn't know they came in peaceful."<br><br>Just as suddenly, Boomer turned back to Bubbles, his smile now somewhat more sure. "Hey, uh...Bubbles? The reason I came by is 'cause..I know you said tomorrow at eight, but I...well, I don't wanna wait that long. So, if you want, I thought maybe we'd go do something today." That felt more like himself. He was pretty darn steamed about the fight for the first couple years after HIM brought him back, but it really didn't bother him anymore. He had gained some empathy with age and knew it was a fight to the death and they'd happened to lose it at the last second. Besides, there was one good memory that came out of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:46:50</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at him, blushing a bit at the remark about her pigtails, well usually she still did do pigtails, today she just hadnt felt like it for some weird reason. She looked at him, sneidng hima nother little smile. <strong>" Well.. It isnt really in the heart of townsville, nothing big ever happens around here. "</strong> she mumbled. It was very rare that trouble actaully came knocking on the door here, usually it was someone going all nutty inside the bigger and busier part of townsville, where there actaully were things to destroy. <br><br><strong>" Well uhm.. "</strong> there was something strange about him, actualyl he did sort of remind her of herself, he seemed very tense and confused, like something weird was going on inside his head. <strong>" .. S-sure, ofcourse.. What do you want to do? "</strong> she asked him, smilign gently at him, changing her hairdo into her usual pigtails with lighting speed the moment he had his bakc turned at her, for some reason she wanted to, just for old times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 20:04:53</strong>
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				"You're lucky. Crime's a bad thing to wake up to."<br><br>Seeing her back in her classic hairstyle made him feel safer to be with her, like he could keep that peculiar rage from surfacing again. But there was another benefit to them. The first time they met, she'd looked kind of like this, so it made it feel like a fresh start. He could pretend they'd never been at each other's throats, never fought, never would fight. Sometimes, when he was sure Brick and Butch weren't around, he would lie awake at night and think about if they had been friends as kids instead of enemies.<br><br>There were several things he wanted to do, but only one made it out through his mouth. "Actually, for right now, I'm kind of enjoying being here. I've always kinda wondered about you girls' rooms."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 20:12:03</strong>
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				<strong>" O-oh, well, you.. you can stay for as long as you want. "</strong> She said, smiling at him with her soft, innocent smile. For some reason, evne thought hsi was the first time they met in more than a decade, she felt like she already knew him, it had come as a surprise for her that he suddnely was seeking a new lifestyle away from the one he had been leading in his previous life, but Bubbles would never deny anybody a second chanc,e who knows, she would probably even be comforting Mojo-jojo if he came to her room, crying. <br><br>She sat down on her bed, looking up at him, he sure had become quite a man, and she couldnt help but feel even more drawn to him because of the fact that he was more "Bad" and knew much more about how harsh life could be than she did, like he liked her for being so happy and naive and trusting. She gently patted the free spac eon the bed at her side, as if offering him a seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 20:37:49</strong>
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				Boomer occupied the offered space, trying to look cool about it by not sitting too quickly. His eyes lingered just for a moment on her leg before going up to her eyes, his mind lagging a second behind as it remembered certain areas of her on the way up. Bubbles had always been a cute girl, but she was more now. She was sexy now, too. He didn't say anything for a moment, not really sure what to say. Impulses shot through his brain attempting freedom from his skull, but all were denied.<br><br>Professor Utonium needed some air badly and he wasn't getting it in his lab. Putting the chemical back into the HYH, he went upstairs. The same kind of hearing other fathers of teenage girls seem to have alerted him to a sound upstairs. He went up, thinking Blossom had come back and they could straighten this out now. But the sound was coming from Bubbles' room this time. The Professor dreaded the thought of catching another of his girls pleasuring herself, but what he heard next he dreaded a lot more.<br><br>A male voice.<br><br>"Hey, Bubbles." Boomer paused, searching for what he meant to say in the least wussy way to say it. "Thanks for..you know, trusting me and stuff. It really means..that you're a cool person, you know?" The wussy way almost came out anyway, but being the slick operator he was, he got it contained. Even so, he was giving her unintentional kiss-me eyes pretty bad, which he noticed and turned away from her to anything that happened to be in front of him. A painting of a horse caught his eye and he decided it would work. "So did you do any of these?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 20:48:04</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at him blushing a bit, he had always been that bad boy type she admired, but he seemed so much different now. <strong>" H-hey, you know.. I-if you ever feel.. alone or.. or sad or anything like that, you can always come to me.. "</strong> she mumbled as a reply to his comment about trust, looking down for a moment, blushing, before slowly and shyly looking up into his blue eyes again. looking into those beautiful blue orbs&nbsp; made her heart pund almost painfully, and she coudlnt help but smile as he turned away, looking a bit shy actually, which was so cute on a guy like him.<br><br><strong>" i-i did most of the paintings myself, yes. "</strong> She said, not at all sensing her father approaching, more ore less spying on them already by the sounds of their voices coming through the door. She bit her lower lip, this was just too much for even her to handle, not knowing that her dad could come through the door to check up on her and the voices form her room. She slowly and very gently, not to mention awfully shyly, put her hand on top of his, giving it a soft stroke with her fingers, her lips slowly moving closer to his cheek. She was nomore than a millimeter away, close enough for Boomer to feel the heat of her damp breath, and even her soft lips brush over his skin, but then she heard the door click open and jumped to her feet, face bright red, staring desperately at the door, this was so embarrasing!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 00:39:49</strong>
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				Blossom didn't move an inch, still thinking about how she and the Professor would never be able to talk to each other again. This changed when the same boy that she noticed in the hall had come into class early as well, going as far as to even sit beside the Powerpuff Girl. Normally, Sandy would be sitting beside her, a girl who wasn't anything as close to a genius as the dear pink Powerpuff was, but a nice girl none the less. "You know, I don't think that's your seat," she said in her usual calculating tone. She clearly wasn't in the mood for any games, or even school. Something of a first for her and that scared her.<br><br>Still not paying the boy a whole lot of attention, Blossom followed suit and pulled her physics text book out of her book bag and onto the table. Inside the cover was her homework for they day that she hoped would be taken up in class, or at least looked at to gain some recognition. It was always nice to be told how good you are, or how naughty you are in your own little bedr-<br><br>Sighing dejectedly, Blossom rested her head against the textbook, her chest pressing gently against the edge of the desk. "I really don't feel like being around people today. I think I'll have to cancel the student council meeting. Would you mind leaving me alone?" Her face was pointed in the opposite direction of the boy, the bright blue sky as pleasant as ever, though the teenager couldn't even bring herself to smile at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 08:57:03</strong>
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				Professor Utonium put a hand over his mouth to keep his gasp silent. It almost sounded like Bubbles was the one trying to make this guy into something beyond just a friend, if thats what he was. But his voice didn't sound familiar. He thought he knew all of his girls' friends, but this one didn't ring a bell. Maybe if he took a quick peek..<br><br>He groaned into his palm. Had he learned nothing from the fiasco with Blossom? Teenage girls need privacy and their parents definitely need to allow them to have it. <br><br>Maybe the Professor was worried for nothing. I mean, Bubbles was eighteen now. Mature enough to form bonds with guys her own age (he had a terrifying thought: what if he was double or even triple her age!?). Even if he had wanted to prevent it, it would be like building a nuclear weapon. Sure, it could be done, but that didn't mean it should be done. And it wasn't like this guy could exactly force himself on her.<br><br>Boomer's eye twitched as he felt Bubbles' breath against his face. Why did she have to do things like that, that made him feel so confused about his mission? His eyes wandered around her room to all the various art pieces on the walls. Though her choice of subject matter had remained at a childish level, the execution had evolved to grown-up. He was actually a bit envious that her art had become something more than it had been while his own was still nothing but chords, not even all of them. The would-be infiltrator knew he had a job to do, that it should be no more than that. Yet, he found his hand turning over and his fingers curling inward to ensure that contact with her hand went unbroken.<br><br>It was a dirty trick, trying to get him to like her for real.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 09:29:45</strong>
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				Bubbles blushed as she flet his hand turn around, and gently hold hers, and she closed her fingers softly around his hand without really noticing it. She pullede back slightly, not daring to actually kiss him, biting her lower lip. She didnt know aht was going on, why the suddne urge to kiss him? She had never, since the first time they met eachother, felt that urge to kiss someone. She was so nervous, wwhat was he thinking? Did he like her? Was he thinking that she was just a total idiot? Too naive?<br><br>She felt her heart pounding her chest at lighting speed as they sat there, holding hands, every moment of silence seeming more and more awkward. Why was he so interested in her paintings na drawings? Didnt he like her? Was he shy? Bubbles felt increasingly desperate. <strong>" U-uhm so, d-do you still live with your brothers? "</strong> she asked in a low voice, almost startled by the sound of herself suddenly talking again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 09:59:30</strong>
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				Boomer felt something in her hand, like she was tense or maybe nervous. When she spoke, it seemed as though she wasn't saying what she wanted to say. Still, he replied to her question. "Yeah, they're still there. I'm actually a little on edge right now, since I'm so used to people barging into where I am when I least want them there. Ruining a moment, you know?" His thumb rubbed her hand along the crook between her thumb and forefinger, gliding easily over her smooth skin.<br><br>Outside the door, the Professor debated challenging this mystery boy's norms. It sounded like he was putting moves on Bubbles and since she seemed to be making a few of her own, chances were good it would progress. His fatherly instincts were locked in mortal combat with his logical mind, so he crept away before the instincts could finish their opponent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 10:10:59</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at him, biting her lower lip agian gently, looking to the toher side, it felt weird to be holding hands but not looking at eachother at all. She didnt know what that was like at all, the only person who would ever come bashing through the door would be Buttercup at times when she needed to borrow something like a pencil or a pair of panties or something like that, but even buttercup respected others privacy and wouldnt come, smashing the door in, if she knew Bubbles was doing something personal, like she usually painted alone. Her won way to deal with stress and pressure.<br><br>She blushed faintly, softly tightening her grip, her fingertips caressing the back of his hand as gantly as was they feathers. <strong>" Well, as i siad, should you ever need some peace.. it's usually clam around here. "</strong> she mumbled in a low tone, feeling embarrased about the open invitation for him to come knocking at her glass whenever he should feel like it, but it was actually a pleasant surprise, and she didnt mind his company at all, it felt somewhat like he would understand her much better than her sister ever could.<br><br>[color=]<strong>" Y-you know, back then.. when i.. "</strong>[/color] "Destroyed you" was how that sentence was supposed to be completed, but she ocudlnt make herself say it, it felt so wrong, and she did feel sort of bad about it. <strong>" I-i never.. i didn't want to hurt you.. "</strong> she whispered <strong>" I'm so sorry. "</strong>, still looking away from him, looking up at the picture of her and her sisters, actually taken just moments after that fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 10:24:41</strong>
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				"I think I might come by sometimes. Its kinda strange not hearing loud music and wrestling announcers all the time, but its not too shabby," he said, omitting the part about her presence enhancing the new experience. Maybe he didn't need to say it. His gentle thumb made it pretty clear, he hoped, that he was enjoying her there. <br><br>When she spoke again, a little rush of the desire for revenge that got him to accept this job in the first place bubbled under the surface, but he managed to put a lid over that pot before it became too strong. He knew what she meant to say. Like he'd thought before coming here, she was the one who'd killed him. Boomer scowled nonetheless, but his voice didn't convey it. "Hey, we picked the fight. You did what you had to." <br><br>It slipped out before he could prevent it, before he could command it to stay locked away in his mind. It just sneaked out, much like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the party scene in True Lies. It came out like it was the only possible thing to say. By the time someone called him on his not supposed to have been there, it was too late. <br><br>"I'm kinda glad you found my weakness. Now that it won't kill me, you can kiss me whenever you feel like it."<br><br>Though enjoying his view of Princess defeating and defiling Buttercup immensely, a thought poked through Butch's brain. "I bet Boomer is doing something stupid right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rockin</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 10:30:25</strong>
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				Fuzzy Lumpkin fell asleep on his rocking chair. The warm and sunny day was so peaceful, it made his body relax. Unknown to him, a male in his early thirties drove over to the house, riding in a red sports car. Once the male was a few feet away, the car came to a halt. Turning off the ignition, the male steps out of the car, donning a black suit. His black hair was combed and were up to his shoulders. He walks over to the house calmly, seeing the creature sleeping. The male cleared his throat, to which he gotten no response. Then he did it again. Still nothing. The man decided to go for the more physical approch, which was to just tap his shoulder. The hand of his slowly reached out to Fuzzy. "Erm...escuse me Mr. Lump..."<br><br>The second the finger touched the fur, the eyes shot open. Without thinking, the creature grabbed his trusty 'Boomstick' and aimed it right at the man. "GET OFF MY PROPTERTY!" Came a roar.<br><br>Fuzzy pressed the trigger and the gun powder kicked in. Thankfully, being a business man with good reflexes, ducked to dodge the ammunition and ran behind the nearest rock that covered his body, which was just a few steps away. "W-w-w-wwait!" The man shouts, to which Fuzzy fired at the rock. It only scratched the surface. "I'm from the wrestling federation where you competed at!"<br><br>A few more shots rang from his trusty gun, till he heard the last sentence. The bear-like creature put away his gun and then ran over to the cock where the now terrified business man crawled into a ball. Fuzzy made him stand upright before rubbing his back head. "Ehehehe...sorry partner. I dun't usually gets visitors, so my hos-pit-tality is a bit off." The man was not surprised. "So...what brings you here, stranger?"<br><br>The man cleared his throat as well as dust off his suit. "I have come here personally to notify you that your monster truck is ready." <br><br>To this news, Fuzzy began to jump up and down with excitment. Something that startled the man at first, but soon calmed him down. "HOOOOOO BOY! I cans't wait to tr~~~~~~~~~~~~y it!" Just wait till those Townsvile people see his new wheels. He knows they'll be jealous...Once the jumping ceased, he looked around, not seeing anything that looks close to what he pictured. "....Where is it?" The creature said flatly.<br><br>Simply, the man pulled out a blackburry from his pocket and began to talk to it. "You can drop it, guys." Five seconds after he heard that, a chopper wizzed in the air, hovering near his house and the trees. Under the chopper, there was a large crate. It was slightly larger them the chopper itself. The rope that held the very large crate snapped as it was pumpled to the ground, leveling down some trees. As if by magic, the sides of it fell down, one side after another. It was then...he saw it. A monster truck unlike he ever seen. The wheels were 8 feet in height, and truck color was read. On both sides, it seems to say 'Boom Truck' in yellow fancy letters. In the background of the letter was Fuzzy's boomstick gun. Fuzzy's eyes glitter like a school girl. "It looks so...purdy..." The southerner said softly. Then he spreads his arms. "I's wanna take it for a drive!" It was then the business man handed him the keys, to witch the lump snatched it from him. Like a mexican jumping bean, he hoped on the wheel, then the truck door, opening it. Inside, he foud there was a possom hat and a bobble head of a red head female with a short tank top and some blue booty shorts. Fuzzy points at the little figure. "I'm calling you Shurly!" The smile of his reached ear to ear. <br><br>Fuzzy knew how to drive a stick, thanks to his cousins. He was short of memory of the few lessons, but he's sure that he can wing it. What can go wrong?<br><br>Once Fuzzy puts in the key and starts it up, the truck was alive. It roared, which just made Fuzzy clapped his hands excitedly. "Look at this baby pur!" The driver steps on the paddle a few times, but not all the way. Each time, the truck roared throughout the forest. "Now...let's show you to Townsvile!" <br><br>And then the drive began. Fuzzy drove through the forest, either moving side or bringing down trees. The truck was like a lawnmower to grass, and whatever got in its way met a unfortunate end. Just out of the forest, he finds the concrete street and begins driving towards the busy parts of town. Most of the early cars were caught off guard by it, only to have their car crushed by Boom Truck's powerful wheels. Any witnesses or survivors that saw Fuzzy only swore, swore, and swore some more. The driver pulled down the window on his side, only to stick out his head. "WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Fuzzy howled excitedly. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 10:44:41</strong>
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				Bubbles turned her head looking at him, blushing deeply, her heart thundering in her chest. She was almost shaking now. She bit her lower lip, sort of glad that he wasnt looking into her eyes right now, she would probably not have dared doing anything if he had. She lifted her other hand, nervously nad shyly running her fingers down his cheek, taking a deep, nervous breath, and then fianly leaning over, very very softly pressing her lips against his cheek's rough skin.<br><br>It was a brief kiss, after having pressed her lips against his cheek for a few seconds she pulled back slowly, looking at his face for a moment, opening her mouth to say something but not managing to make any sounds that made sense over her lips. She turned her face down, staring at the little space between, blushing heavily feelin so mebarrased and awkward, this situation was so new to her, and she wasnt sure what to do or say, it could've been just a mere joke? Soon, would he then just start laughing at her for her stupidity? Was she being too shy? She was so.. everything right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 11:07:06</strong>
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				Most of Boomer was either stunned or happy at Bubbles' sudden act of affection, but there was a tiny corner of his brain that thought about screaming and acting like he was about to explode again. This time, though, he ignored the stupid thing and instead went in a kind of auto-pilot. His free hand, and it had to be the free hand since he didn't like the idea of losing his hold on hers, came up. His fingertips brushed gently against her, this time on purpose, before stopping on her cheek with her ear in the L of his hand. He turned her head gently, as though her neck were made of porcelain, to face him. Though her eyes still looked nervous and even a bit afraid of something, she was not the rabbit. She was the moment he'd thought of in the moments he would never tell his brothers about. <br><br>"Have you ever kissed like this," he whispered. His voice was quiet, intimate, but his eyes were speaking clearly. "You can stop me if you want to, but I hope you won't," they said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 11:17:00</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at him, willingly turning her face, her blush seeming to not have an end as his hand touched her warm cheek. She looked at him, facing him. It was hard to keep eye contact, yet, she couldnt look away, her eyes was locked in place, looking into his deep blue eyes, the loneliness of her own seeming to be gone. She lickied her lips faintly, trying ot talk, but at first she couldnt, she sort of knew what was on the way, and yet she was clueless.<br><br><strong> N-no.. "</strong> she whispered, looking at him, was this it? The moment she'd been thinking about half of her lifetime? Would she finaly learn what it was like to be loved? She looked at him, too shy for words, just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to do, but then.<br><br>Bubbles gasped, looking to the window. <strong> Wh-whats that? People are screaming! Something's wrong! "</strong> she said, already hating whatever villain was causing trouble for ruinin ghtis moment, she flet like she could burst into tears right away. <strong> I-i'm so sorry.. I have to help.. "</strong> she said, looking at him, her eyes seemingly not as bright as before, disappointed and sad as she let go of his hand unwillingly, jumping out through the open window, hovering outside. <strong>" You.. want to come along? "</strong> she asked, looking at him, deeply sorry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 11:52:22</strong>
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				"<em>This is it,</em>" Boomer thought. His most private dream was happening in only a second. He drew closer to Bubbles, to her lips, closing his eyes slowly as he moved his neck. Making final preparations for the kiss was unconscious, moistening his lips, drawing in a deeper breath that would let him hold it for longer. Even his nerves settled as he got ready to feel nothing but the long desired kiss. <br><br>He was so close to her now...just a bit more and everything would be...<br><br>The distinct sounds of human panic reached Boomer's ears and, knowing they had reached Bubbles' as well, he stopped. If only he'd been a little faster, they could have at least kissed briefly. Maybe...<br><br>"I better not. I don't know if I could show mercy to whoever this is after stopping what was about to happen." That was very true, he was mad even if he didn't show Bubbles just how mad. But there was also a chance it was Mojo Jojo and if he tried to spring the trap on Bubbles now, he would never get to kiss her. "Could you? Your sisters are just having a boring day at school, they could probably use some excitement. I'm sure they can handle it. Do they really need you there to beat up the Gangrene Gang again? Besides, the hotline isn't making a peep." As he said all this, he came closer, lifting off the floor and finally joining her outside in the air, holding both her hands and eyes in his. "[color]It can wait another minute, can't it,[/color]" he asked, knowing and even hoping she would say it couldn't. Boomer wanted Bubbles' kiss badly, doubly so knowing it was to be her first. But his desire for her lips' purity was a double-edged sword, for even though he wanted it, he also knew that simply putting his lips on hers wouldn't be right. It had to be a moment. There needed to be a certain feeling. What good was a first kiss if he just tapped her on the shoulder and smooched her by surprise?<br><br>They had their moment and now it was gone. It would be best to wait for another and he knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 12:05:46</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at him as he joined her mid-air, she couldnt say she didnt understand him, she flet like the chance of a lifetime had just been ruined. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted it so bad that it was hard to focus on the trouble, but she too, knew that it wouldnt be the same, a moment ago, in her room, they had been so close, holding hands and everything, but now.. She wouldnt want ehr first kiss to be a quick lip-exchange with people screaming in terror as background noise.<br><br>She looked him in the eyes, looking very much like a sad puppy. <strong>" I-i'm so sorry.. You know i cant ignore it, it's my duty to help them. "</strong> she looked at him, hoping he would understand that she had no choice, what wouldnt her sisters say if they knew Bubbles had just ignored this clear signal of alert? Would they ever trust her again? <strong>" Please, come by later, i'll be waiting for you.. "</strong> she said in a low tone, really hoping that he would come by later that day. She leaned over, giving him a soft kiss on his chin-bone before darting off.<br><br>Down town was simply nothing but madness and chaos, cars were crashing together, people were running all over the place in desperacy, yet there was no sign of her sisters? Bubbles looked around, there was the problem!<br><br>She dived, landing a few meters in front of the huge truck, <strong>" Hold it right there! "</strong> she yelled, preparing for impact if the driver shoudl not choose to stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 12:50:49</strong>
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				He smiled as she told him what he already knew. As she flew off, his cell phone rang. It took him a while to answer it, having a gut feeling of who it was calling him. A look at the caller ID confirmed it was his employer, Mojo Jojo.<br><br>"*sigh* Yeah?"<br><br>"You will answer your telephone properly and with the respect due to me, your creator, Mmooo-joJojo! Now! Try it again!"<br><br>Boomer rolled his eyes. "Hello?"<br><br>"Acceptable. Your new attempt to answer your telephone meets with limited but sufficient approval. Though your tone of voice was still annoyed and agitated. your use of hello was adequate. So I shall continue past correcting your salutation and proceed to the message. What is your status?"<br><br>"Still single."<br><br>"Your mission status, you impudent little brat!"<br><br>"That is my mission status. The Powerpuff Goon isn't warming up to me. I think your plan is crashing quick, Mojo."<br><br>"Is that so," Mojo asked, one of his spare monitors to the Utonium residence having told him quite the opposite. "You are giving up on it awfully easily."<br><br>"Maybe I'm just not wanting to stay on a sinking ship."<br><br>"Maybe you are BETRAYING ME!!" Silence. "I shall make this very simple, so that your immature and lacking in wisdom brain can comprehend: you will seduce and control Bubbles or I will destroy a lot of innocent people and you as well."<br><br>"Yeah, right! You can't beat me and the Powerpuff Girls won't let you hurt anyone."<br><br>"They may be able to stop my machines ultimately and eventually, but they cannot stop me from harming people altogether. And as for you," Mojo adopted a cutesy voice now. "Its sho adowaboo how you want to pwotect you' wittoo goolfuwend!" Boomer had no idea what Mojo was trying to do until he noticed everything seemed just slightly bigger. It couldn't be! He still had his previous weakness! "Do you understand me, short-stuff?"<br><br>"...yeah."<br><br>"Good. Oh, and, uh....have..you been working out?" Mojo hung up as his last awkward and hesitant question restored Boomer's height.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 13:23:08</strong>
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				Elsewhere, HIM was having a distinct change of heart, though the phrase didn't quite seem suitable.&nbsp; The only thing in HIS chest was a gluttonous black hole, a total void of compassion.&nbsp; It would be more fitting to say that HE had a change of mind, for after speaking with Mojo HIS plans had begun to take on a very different twist.&nbsp; The chimp's impudence disappointed HIM greatly.&nbsp; In the past Mojo was always quick to bestow proper respect at his arrival, begrudging though it had been.&nbsp; He had grown far too bold for his own good in the past decade, far too bold indeed.&nbsp; The cretinous mortal would need to be brought down several pegs, of that there was no doubt.&nbsp; And for that to happen, his schemes would need to fail.&nbsp; Spectacularly.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking through the eyes of a seemingly harmless stuffed octopus laying at the head of Bubbles bed, HIM began to water the seeds of discontent within young Boomer's mind.<br><br>Wait.&nbsp; Why am I putting up with Mojo's crap again?&nbsp; All he's ever done is use us, right from the very beginning.&nbsp; I may not be the brightest, but I know when I'm getting the short end of the stick.&nbsp; Besides making us in the first place, what has he ever done?&nbsp; When we got fried he didn't even try to bring us back.&nbsp; That was all HIM.&nbsp; And when "dear old dad" realized we were back, he just wanted us as a weapon again!&nbsp; He never gave a damn about us.&nbsp; Not like the Prof with Bubbles.&nbsp; Maybe that's why she turned out alright...&nbsp; She had a real father.&nbsp; Maybe...&nbsp; Maybe it would be alright to trust her after all.&nbsp; Screw Mojo, why should I ruin a chance at happiness just because he can't get over his damn grudge?&nbsp; Do I want to be like that for the rest of my life, harboring a need for revenge until I'm as pathetic as he is? <br><br>The deed was done.&nbsp; The suggestion was no doubt far more agreeable to Boomer than the previous one had been, and would take hold swiftly.&nbsp; All the blue Rowdyruff needed was confidence.&nbsp; There would surely come a day quite soon where his raw power would be needed, but for now there were other matters that required HIS attention.&nbsp; The Wrestling competition had been a rather unorthodox idea, but HIM had always found Fuzzy Lumpkins to be an amusing diversion, what with his insane stance of isolationism and total lack of social graces.&nbsp; Most people thought him to be a complete and total idiot, completely forgetting that his head harbored an intellect capable of making a gun that could turn people into meat.&nbsp; Eccentric, perhaps, but far from the simpleton most people expected.&nbsp; His only weakness was a lack of <em>drive</em>, so HIM had decided to change that little flaw.&nbsp; Literally.<br><br>On the outside the truck was simply a truck, if far more gargantuan than most models.&nbsp; But within the engine, unbeknownst to the pink, mountain dwelling Lumpkins, roared the heart of a true demon.&nbsp; Even HE wasn't quite sure what effect it would have on the truck's powers, but it would certainly provide a hilarious diversion.&nbsp; Buttercup would surely find some untapped reserves of strength, knowing that people's lives were at risk, perhaps even enough to overpower the overconfident Princess.&nbsp; And Blossom, unknowingly the target of Brick, would be forced to leave in a hurry and ruin the red Rowdyruff's attempts at infiltration.&nbsp; An entire day's work brought crashing down in an instant by the most ornery redneck in all of Townsville.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 13:49:19</strong>
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				The thoughts came into Boomer's head as though by his own choice. That fury from before seemed like the old him. Not something he'd never thought before, but not for quite a while. It crashed into his subconscious and broke through. This however flowed in like a gentle river, putting his mind at ease. He was even happy to welcome it in to replace the lingering thoughts about keeping with his mission. He stood up, feeling for the first time that it was on his own two feet. Forget Mojo! The Powerpuff Girls were his enemies, not Boomer's! Mojo's problem, not his! If he wanted them destroyed, he would do it on his own. As of now, he quit! Mojo Jojo could keep his miracle weakness antidote if it meant he would have to live a life if treachery to attain it.<br><br>The weight came off his shoulders as though he was being spotted by Heaven. This feeling was way too good to keep to himself. What if he could convince his brothers to give up trying to destroy the girls and just try to make each other happy? They would resist of course but once they saw how he and Bubbles were, they'd give it a chance!<br><br>But if he was going to be with Bubbles, wouldn't he have to be honest now? Even about the mission? If she knew he was sent by Mojo Jojo to do that to them, she'd never trust him again. Some of the weight returned and forced him back onto the bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 14:03:38</strong>
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				HIM smirked.&nbsp; Just as he thought, it was far easier for Boomer to accept these feelings than the harsher ones of revenge.&nbsp; He had always been slightly more compassionate than the other boys, and would prove quite useful for turning the other Rowdyruffs around, given enough time.&nbsp; But HE could hardly just leave Boomer to puzzle things out for himself.&nbsp; Besides being a bit dim, what sort of <em>father</em> would HE be if he allowed HIS son to be overcome by indecision?&nbsp; Unknowingly, Boomer was being given far more attention than Mojo had ever paid him.<br><br>I should risk it.&nbsp; I mean, at first she'll be surprised, that's a given.&nbsp; But what if I wait to tell her?&nbsp; What happens then?&nbsp; HIM paused for a moment.&nbsp; It would be just a bit too unbelievable for someone of Boomer's intellect to figure everything out all at once.&nbsp; Nothing good, that's for damn sure.&nbsp; What if I genuinely try to get in good with her, only for Mojo to ruin things by saying I was undercover the whole time?&nbsp; She'd never trust me again.&nbsp; If I tell her about Mojo's plot, not only can I make sure she'll trust me, but it'll keep Butch and Brick from hurting her sisters in the process.&nbsp; Then, since they won't be on "dear old dad's" payroll, maybe I could convince 'em to try for a real relationship.&nbsp; Couldn't hurt, right?<br><br>Most villains would look at HIM and find his plans completely incomprehensible.&nbsp; What would any villain have to gain from uniting the two most powerful super teams in Townsville, especially when HE had had so much trouble with just the three girls in the past?&nbsp; It was precisely that enigmatic mind that allowed him to go places that other ne'er-do-wells would never even think of.&nbsp; The ends that HE sought would come to pass.&nbsp; And of course, HE would have the pleasure of seeing Mojo brought to his knees.&nbsp; The simian could barely handle the girls by themselves.&nbsp; If they gained overprotective boyfriends with powers even stronger than their own...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:04:49</strong>
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				Everything sounded so reasonable, so true. The only things to worry about is if he underestimated how Bubbles would react and how to make her believe he had abandoned the mission. Maybe if he gave her Mojo. Yeah, then she'd have to believe him! Who would hand over their own boss to his enemies and a stint in prison if they were really loyal to them? It would be ridiculous, which means nobody would do it, if they really were still working for that person. Yeah, that would work perfectly! When she came back, he would tell her everything and make plans to make their move against Mojo Jojo.<br><br>That sounded all well and good, but there was still her reaction. How could he tell her he was sent in to lull her into a state of being ignorant of Mojo's evil and spend her whole life blindly liking him, especially after the things he'd done to get her to like him? Going after Mojo would solve it eventually, but at the moment, it was dancing around a powder keg throwing matches around and hoping the fire went out before it touched anything explosive. Not only that, but whether she believed him or not, he was betraying Mojo Jojo, which meant they would now be enemies, along with Brick and Butch, if they wanted the reward bad enough. Unless they were like him and secretly wanted a Powerpuff Girlfriend of their own, they'd never let him live this down, and being an outcast of the RowdyRuff Boys meant you were the same as a Powerpuff Girl. In other words, attack on sight.<br><br>Boomer put his forehead in his hand as he contemplated turning his back on his family, such as they were, for Bubbles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:18:05</strong>
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				But if not Bubbles, who else?&nbsp; The quandary was a difficult one indeed.&nbsp; For an individual possessing such raw strength, who else but a superheroine could hope to prove a match for him?&nbsp; Bubbles really is the perfect girl, just like the Prof must have wanted.&nbsp; And I may not be perfect, but I sure as hell ain't all bad, right?&nbsp; And even though Brick and Butch may beat on me over it, would they really just disown me?&nbsp; Maybe I just got to spin it right!<br><br>An epiphany.&nbsp; Yeah, that's it!&nbsp; I just need to appeal to their kind of thinking.&nbsp; Don't tell 'em I'm turning in Mojo cuz I got some kinda nancy-boy crush, but because I'd rather...er, get some tail on a regular basis instead of following Pop like some kinda lapdog.&nbsp; Brick's too arrogant anyway.&nbsp; If I just say we're being used again, he'll go back on his word just to spite Mojo.&nbsp; And Butch'll follow him like he always does.&nbsp; Just put emphasis on the sex and I'm golden!&nbsp; Not like we'd be getting any otherwise.&nbsp; Man, I'm some kinda genius when I want to be.&nbsp; Almost can't believe I thought of it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:20:14</strong>
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				"I am brilliant! Maybe I should be the leader now. Its obvious who the brains of the group am. Even if they do wail on me, they do that anyway. I'd rather get hit over liking Bubbles than over the beer thats been sitting on the counter for a week being warm. Wait. If I told Brick and Butch I'm just doing it for sex, they'd probably use it against me. They'd tell Bubbles I said it! The lapdog part sounds about right, but what about when they wanna know about me and Bubbles? And why am I thinking about the girls' lame-ass dad so much lately?" Come to think of it, these sudden revelations seemed unusual somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but they just seemed off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:33:30</strong>
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				I'll just have to cross that road when I come to it.&nbsp; Trying to plot all this out at once is too much work.&nbsp; Think on your feet!&nbsp; That's the Rowdyruff way, innit?<br><br>HIM left it at that.&nbsp; As malleable as Boomer's mind was, suggesting too much to a brain that <em>clearly</em> wasn't used very often was bound to have negative implications eventually.&nbsp; HE wasn't about to hold the boy's hand through the entire ordeal.&nbsp; No, it would be far more rewarding to see how things played out without his continued interference.&nbsp; HE had given Boomer everything he needed and then some.&nbsp; If he couldn't work out the rest of himself, the boy truly was a lost cause.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rockin</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:42:33</strong>
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				Usually, Fuzzy would be slightly more caring if he was ever hurting someone for his own reasons. However, he couldn't. Within his car, the hillbilly was blasting some old southern music. The strings were plucked fast with a rhythmic sound of pipes being blown. It made for a lovely southerner like him to listen to. One look on the side of his car, he saw the cars were running either the same direction or away from them. "Heh heh...looks like they're liking my new car." It filled his heart with happiness that they'd appriciate it. It was then he knocked over a delivery truck to the side, which tumbled rolled to a nearby shopping mall. Moving half of his upper body out the window, he glared at the truck behind him. "Hey! Ya'll get out the road if ya ain't moving, ya hear!?" Once Fuzzy re-adjusted himself, the truck exploded, which caused more panic around the civilians.<br><br>Around then, he didn't notice Bubbles was at the scene in front of him. It was difficult to see anything human size due to the height of his car. The engine roared, seeing as it wasn't stopping anytime soon. From the angle it was driving, it would seem that if nothing was done, it'd just drive over Bubbles between its monsterous wheels, missing her completely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 21:21:56</strong>
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				Princess smiled inwardly at the plea buttercup gave. She smiled darkly and switched nipples, pausing only to speak.<br><br>"Now now. You will obey your princess. If you want me to stop, then you'll have to fight me off." she taunted.<br><br>She sucked happily on Buttercups breasts, switching back and forth between them at random. She would suck, and pull away at the same time, slightly stretching buttercups breasts before releasing the nipple in her mouth, allowing the large orb to go back to it's original shape.<br><br>"Such a wonderful body you have Buttercup..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 22:33:12</strong>
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				Shifting her gaze, Buttercup attempted to glare Princess down, but seeing the impish smile which crept its way across that tauntingly wicked face, looking up at her as she suckled on her breasts so boldly, just drove the powerpuff mad; with the soft tresses of Princess’s hair tickling her upper body as she worked only adding to the plethora of sensations. This was insane, she never let anyone invade her space or even touch her, not even her family, and here she was helpless as Princess tantalized her with her tongue! Grimacing, Buttercup averted her look, not willing to give her the satisfaction.<br><br>“I… I will tear you apart!” she promised through gritted teeth, grunting as she felt the plump flesh of her breast literally lifted and stretched as Princess sucked deeply, only to wobble heavily on her chest upon its release. <br><br>"Such a wonderful body you have Buttercup..." <br><br>If Princess had meant to confuse her, she’d succeeded. Of all the people in the world, Buttercup would never have expected those words to leave the spoilt teen’s lips, or anyone’s for that matter, but hearing them from Princess? That was so bizarre it almost felt like some kind of horrible omen and it left her utterly stunned, a strange new warmth rushing to her cheeks as she found herself oddly… flattered. She’d even forgotten to struggle for a moment until she finally sensed a new presence close by, or was it her imagination; either way, it made for the perfect excuse and she didn’t hesitate to use it, “Princess, someone’s here…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 22:41:30</strong>
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				Catching that uppity Buttercup in a position like this was a once in a lifetime stroke of luck, one Butch intended to exploit. For the job of course, but for himself as well. He'd heard about something a guy could do that was a lot of fun, but he'd never really gotten the urge and the participation to try it out. Now, he had both. He was ready, painfully ready. He was so ready, his underwear was starting to burst a seam! He reached down past his belt and laid a finger on his cock, wincing as a jolt hit his brain. He held still for a while in case he was heard, but since he seemed to still be undetected, he did it again, then with all his fingers. <br><br>When he heard Buttercup say someone was there, Butch figured she was probably bluffing, but just in case he lay down flat on the roof away from the hole in the ceiling. His breathing slowed to almost nothing as he waited for what would happen next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:41:47</strong>
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				"Let him watch." she said, before kissing Buttercup's lips softly.<br><br>Her soft kiss didn't cause her to let up on her rubbing against Buttercup. Her silk blouse rubbed against the captive girl's breasts. She kept the brunette pinned, as she rubbed her breasts, covered with the blouse, against Buttercup. Shifting her knees she slowly rubbed her crotch against her lover's. She was getting into it, and try as she might something felt wrong. She wanted, so badly, to dominate this girl. But at the same time she had a desire to fuck ths hell out of her! It was so confusing. It had never been like this before. Princess would have to see Mojo about these side effects. But she would savor it for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 03:48:10</strong>
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				As their lips met Buttercup stiffened, having never actually received a full on kiss before. The only time she remembered something even close was when she first met Butch and that was just a peck on the cheek. Granted the results were explosive but what was happening now was just surreal. She never really expected to lock lips with anyone in her life, nevermind a villainess. The fact that it was wrong however just made it feel all the more right and so her guard finally fell as she gradually allowed herself to close her eyes and return the Princess’s attentions, even sucking on her opponent’s supple lower lip at one point as she grew more adventurous. <br><br>She was so lost in her first kiss that she almost didn’t notice as Princess started rubbing against her again, that odd swell under her skirt still present and tempting with each push against her covered mound. Digging her boots into the ground Buttercup slowly started to meet Princess’s movement, hesitant at first but soon rolling her hips almost rhythmically as her lower lips sought the small jolt of pleasure each kiss on the throbbing bulge elicited. <br><br>She knew she was getting too into it but her mind kept pushing, asking for that extra second, just to feel what it was like. It wasn’t hurting anyone, right? Buttercup’s mind was growing hazy however, especially at the feel of the silk blouse against her nipples, the material causing her to shiver and sigh into Princess’s mouth as they sent small delightful currents through her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:20:52</strong>
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				Princess smiled inwardly as she opened her mouth, slowly sliding her tongue across Buttercup's lips. The slipery muscle was seeking entry. She could just force it in, but if Buttercup willingly opened her mouth, then her dominance over the other girl would be more complete. It meant she was accepting what was happening and opening herself to it. It was simple psychology. People didn't like to contradict themselves. If they gave into something they were opening themselves to more. They would submit themselves to more of what was happening.<br><br>Princess' hands released Buttercup's arms as she smiled, before working her blouse open. She freed herself of the silk material and then her bra. Her breasts rubbed against Buttercup's freely as she continued to kiss her captive. Their breasts pressed and rubbed together, nothing between their soft, supple skin. Princess' skin was soft and flawless, silky smooth. She took good care of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 07:01:54</strong>
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				Butch peeked over the side of the hole when Princess said to let him watch and when Buttercup didn't disagree, he gave a silent 'yes!' and jumped down into a nearby shadow in the dim room that was once so colorful. He heard. From his new vantage point, he could see most of the girls' plump breasts as they slid and slipped on each other and his dick took notice. Butch had no choice but to unzip his pants and let it out, and out it came as if spring-loaded, pointing at the two in the middle of the room. He watched with massive interest, wrapping fingers around his cock without even thinking about it. Through the haze around the world watching Princess and Buttercup created for him, he noticed what he was doing and how good it felt. "<em>Two fingers on it, my ass</em>," he thought. "<em>This is the way to do this.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 07:32:25</strong>
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				The boy didn't look to be moving, leaving Blossom to grow more and more frustrated with herself and him alike. To look at least a little more busy, she pulled out her pink flip phone out of her tiny front pocket, opening it up to a picture of the three Powerpuff Girls as little kids, with the Professor beaming as ever. Her stomach churned slightly, wondering if she has ruined that forever with her selfish act of pleasure. The one thing that she never thought she would ever have to do unless the mayor had disturbed her, the teen went to her built-in phone book and called Buttercup. Her sister was known to go off on her own, which gave Blossom a more innocent cause to call.<br><br>A few rings had gone by, with nothing on the other end. The pink Powerpuff was starting to get concerned, even giving her newest sitting partner a strange glance. What was she to do? There was about twenty minutes before class even started for Blossom, and even Buttercup wouldn't leave her phone to ring for a good minute or so. "Make sure none of my stuff gets stolen, okay? The teacher is good enough to leave left things by her desk if I don't come back..." She really hoped that she would, but something deep inside of her ever calculating gut left her thinking that Buttercup wasn't just being a delinquent.<br><br>Casually at first, Blossom left the classroom and walked back down the busy halls that she had first come in through. As she left the building, she burst out into the clear blue sky, a bright pink trail following her leather clad feet. Opening her senses to the world, she closed in on a disturbance that wasn't something she was familiar with. Between protests by Buttercup were sounds of struggle and fighting, but there was also moans and strange compliments. Not really wanting to wait for a real answer, as her sister may be in over her head, she stormed through the sky and toward the old Pokey Oaks school as fast as her body would allow.<br><br>Finding a hole in the roof of the building with another body looking in, Blossom used her quick thinking mind to assess the situation in a blink of an eye. A hole in the first place was clearly not a good sign. Someone looking in that wasn't Butterup meant that he was just being an observer to what perhaps could be a new form of torture. Taking this all in, Blossom thought to make her own entrance into the elementary school. What she found was something she never thought she would, but her concern for Buttercup took precedence&nbsp; over allowing the scene to register. With as much speed and power as she could muster, the Powerpuff teen went in for a tackle over her sibling's attacker.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 01:14:07</strong>
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				Bubbles looked at the enormous truck heading her way with a menacing growl form the engine. She sighed as it obviously wasnt stopping, how depressing. She levitated a little, looking at the car coming closer by the second. She grabbed and iron pole, or rather, she ripped a "No Parking beyong this point" sign clean out of the ground, coming up with what seemed like a plan, still wondering why her sisters werent present. Then as the truck came closer and clsoer she readied herself from the obvious pain coming her way in the form of a huge metal monster. Then she flew directly into the front wheel, being run over about 3.. maybe 40 times before she finaly manged to jam the iron poled in between the tires, effectively stopping them. But with the constant pressure form the wheels behind the the car eventually flipped ove,r crashing down on the roof. Bubbles was standing on what had been the down side of the car a second ago, her clothing shredded, making her jeans look more like a pair of hotpants, and her top being completely shredded showing her skyblue bra. She had alot of cuts and bruises, but she had jsut been run over by a monster truck quite a few times.. Now she was jsut waiting for whoever was driving to get out of the vehicle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rockin</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 01:39:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fuzzy heard a few clanks as well as felt a bit of jumps several times. Actually, it was more then a few. This made the creature look around, thinking he was on a bumpy road of Townsvile. Nope, he wasn't. Then he just shrugged it off. Long as nothing happened to the car, he would be alright. The bobble southern girl danced her ass off while Fuzzy drove.<br><br>Then it happen. A loud 'clank' was heard, which widen his eyes. Before he could do anything or see what was wrong, he felt the truck levitate forward in a flip fashion. "Woooooooooooooah!" The southerner shrieked. Good thing he was wearing his seatbelt. The driver braced for impact as he landed upside down. The upside down monster truck skidded a few feet away before coming to a stop. Once it did, Fuzzy quickly gotten out of the truck in a hurry to looked at the damage. "Baby!?" He said with concern as his boots touched the pavement. It was then that he gasped...a metal pole was stuck between one of the front tires. The wheels themselves and around it doesn't look damaged. It was just scratched. It just showed to him that it was made by the spirit of a southerner. That it'd take more then that to take it out.<br><br>The fuzzy creature looked around for the one who did it. Who would have the gulls to fuck up something of HIS? It was then he saw the semi familiar person. There was only one blond he knew that could fly..." HEY!" The creature shouted, obvious irritated. "Ya'll didn't have to thrash my truck, power puff girls!" He knew there was just one of the three, but the brain of his was automatic to say in the plurl of three. "I was just driving my truck!" He was so mad that he didn't even take note of her current condition...or how 'well developed' her body looked after the years. He know he hasn't seen them in such a long while. Regardless though, his 'baby' was his no.1 priority at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 02:38:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Buttercup went beyond accepting Princess’s probing, her mouth taking in the taste and texture of the temptress’s moist tongue, as she dug her freed fingers into her pants and, with a single loud rip, tore them to shreds; wasting no time in wrapping her now exposed legs and arms around the Princess. Oblivious to their spectator, Buttercup pulled the driven teen into her, mashing their bodies tightly together and sending small thrills coursing through her as she felt up the curly haired teen’s soft and curvy exterior with her own.<br><br>Unbeknownst to her however was the deadly pink arrow now piercing the air, its target the audacious Princess and its eyes filled with anything but love; definitely not from cupid’s quiver. It looked as if things were about to get messy... as if they hadn't ripped apart enough of their childhood's memories; the Pokey Oak's school looking more like a warzone than the school for smiling and naive children that it once was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 03:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Breaking the kiss Princess leaned back, her eyes narrowing when she turned. Her eyes went wide when Blossom barreled into her. She grunted as she moved to catch the incoming bullet. But her position, and the fact that Buttercup was holding onto her was a bit ackward. She couldn't stop the other red head, but she wasn't about to let her win yet! She grunted as she tumbled back. She turned, trying to free herself of Buttercup's grip. She brought her arm up then down, attempting to force Blossom into the ground. And it seemed her plan was working just a little too well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 06:48:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the heat of the moment, Blossom's usual tactical mind may not have read into every possible scenario that could have become of her high speed tackle on the Princess. Was this the Princess? This woman seemed to be just as strong as Buttercup and herself, with the added bonus of a thick, long shaft between her legs. This person sounded like the Princess, acted like the Princess, and definitely smelled like some sort of simian, too. Wait, smelled like what? <br><br>Catching a small whiff of the air, even while traveling at a heightened speed, this encounter had the markings of Mojo Jojo all over it. Even with all her money, the Princess didn't have the smarts to make herself as strong as the Powerpuff Girls; someone else had to have done it for her. Sadly, the opportunity to think on this had gone as soon as it came, with Blossom crashing again hard into the ground. It took her a few minutes to figure out what exactly had happened, but when she did, her cheeks flushed a thousand shades of red all in a matter of seconds. Buttercup was naked, something that the pink one figured out as soon as she burst through the old school. That wasn't so much a problem except for the fact that her sister's own flower was mere inches away from her nose, with the Princess no where in her immediate sight. <br><br>Effectively pinned under her own sister, whose scent was starting to stir strange thoughts in Blossom's head, she didn't want to simply ask 'Could you get off of me now', since the Princess could pounce at any minute. Instead, she tried to look around the old school to figure if she may have recovered much quicker than Blossom, and somehow managed to get away. All the Powerpuff could hope for was that Buttercup would find out sooner rather than later just where she was, too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 10:52:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If anyone could claim confusion over what had just happened, it was Buttercup. She’d felt like she’d just been tossed into the washing machine during its spin cycle, with a few bricks thrown in for good measure. Worst of all, she found herself in a cloud of dust again -- it was getting to the point where she just wanted to punch the flighty little particles, so she couldn’t even tell where Princess had landed or what the situation was in general. It couldn’t be good though, none of the random attacks on her person usually ended up good, especially for the attack-ee. “Speaking of which”, she thought in frustration, “Who made it <em>‘bombard Buttercup at random’</em> day!”<br><br>Still feeling somewhat lightheaded she could recall little after the initial impact of flashing pink, seeing Princess tackled and having little time to pull free before she, not releasing her grip in time, inadvertently yanked herself into a rough tumble. As for where she was now, she couldn’t be sure; it looked like the inside of a kaleidoscope, with tweeting yellow birds flying just overhead, or was she just going mad? Shaking her head groggily, she tried to see through the haze and dust which hindered her vision; the unfortunate effects of going from intense pleasure to being concussed in seconds, not the greatest of feelings. <br><br>Rubbing her temple between two fingers, to calm the pounding in her cranium, she proceeded to mumble an incoherent curse. There was something she was forgetting, something important. That’s right, wasn’t she fighting someone… in perhaps a different sense of the word. Still on her knees Buttercup moved to sit, feeling the need to gather her wits, when a sudden breath against her lower region caused her to freeze; the presence under her now becoming apparent. Curious and still in a daze, as evidenced by her slightly clumsy touch, she reached down, running her fingertips gently through the perfectly maintained locks of the head between her legs; “perfectly” being the operative word. They somehow felt familiar, a scene of a racetrack and bunny the only memory she could evoke as she felt the tresses slip through her fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 12:36:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Butch's first instinct was to join the fight, but the possibilities of Blossom's presence, as well as his first really good look at Buttercup's body, turned the aggression in his fists away from fighting and more to pleasure. He grinned in the dark, knowing that whichever girl Princess didn't go after, he would. Or maybe he wouldn't wait. Maybe he would take both girls right now and let Princess make her own fun. Why should he be whacking it in a corner when Buttercup at least was obviously turned on by Princess' "insidious" sucking and kissing? She'd probably be delighted to have a nice thick cock like his in her, bringing her over the edge of what Princess only teased her with. <br><br>Blossom probably wouldn't be so happy, but it didn't matter. She would give in and the result would be the same: a filled-up Powerpuff Girl, sweating and eager for more. He hoped the bottom girl would taste her sister, innocently at first. 'Just to learn about anatomy', she'd say. But when the lesson was done, she would begin putting her newfound skill into practice for fun. <br><br>High to the point of tripping on a voyeur's adrenaline, Butch made a bet with himself as his balls began to clutch: whichever one he came on the most now would be the one he'd go for. He aimed slightly up, wanting to see Buttercup's tits covered in his jizz.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 00:37:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Princess stepped forward, her body moving to Buttercup's. She smirked, kneeling so she was kneeling over the pink powerpuff. She pulled her skirt up and freed her cock. Her hand reached up, pulling Buttercup's head down toward her long, hard cock.<br><br>"Go on buttercup. Suck on it. And enjoy the pleasure of your sister's tongue. Blossom... If you don't suck her, I break your pretty sister's neck. Then I go after your father. Do it, and keep going as I say, then I'll let you all go." she said, grinning. Buttercup's neck wouldn't snap easily but then again if they tried anything the professor couldn't defend himself from Princess' strength.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:14:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Buttercup heard Princess before she saw her, the soft echo of that slow confident step causing her to peer through the haze as her curvy contours and sashaying hips gradually became visible. She couldn’t even see the cock in the blur, only hearing the rustle of a skirt, but found sight was unnecessary as a small delicate pressure at the back of her head calmly drew her forward. Normally not one to be lead so easily, she found it difficult to fight back under her current state, still reeling from the pleasure and shock of before.<br><br>Her lips touched the moist tip first, giving the Powerpuff some pause as she wondered what was expected but finally relenting against its incessant poking by parting her lips; making way for the throbbing mass. From there she simply engulfed more and more of the endless rubbery meat, taking it deep into her throat as she hungrily sought the end, salivating and slurping at times due to the thick obstruction. It was all so surreal and yet she found herself completely enraptured by the odd experience of having the shaft stuffed into her. So much so that she didn’t even register the discussion the Princess was having with the woman under her, or the threat to the professor which would’ve had her tearing Princess in two at any normal time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:32:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blossom found a situation that was bad had quickly gotten worse with her own sister unknowingly holding her down. She arched her back in an attempt to break free, but Princess's words had clearly made that option not one worth seeking. Buttercup looked to be lost in the moment, her mouth doing something that she had never even thought about in her times of sexual exploration. Even with her self-pleasure this morning, the pink Powerpuff only really imagined what it would be like to kiss a boy... and at times, even one of her sisters. <br><br>Princess seemed to be well versed in this, however, demanding that Buttercup not stop her attentions on her rather curiously piece of equipment, and how Blossom should be sure to treat her sister in the same manner. Not really knowing what else to do at the moment, as the assaulter's words could very well be true, the teenager slowly extended her tongue out and away from her mouth, taking an innocent like at the green fighter's sex. <br><br>Never in her wildest dreams would Blossom have thought that she would enjoy something like this. Buttercup tasted wonderful, like a sort of tropical fruit that the teen has never had the pleasure to have. As if something in the girl's mind had clicked, Blossom couldn't pull herself away from it (even if she really could), her tongue lashing out over her sister's sweet pussy. The noises that came from the girl were another motivation, as it reminded Blossom of all the things that she thought about when touching herself. This was strange. This was wrong. This as incredibly arousing.<br><br>Blossom had since closed her eyes, her tongue seemingly working on instinct, her hands managing to roam over her own body. Her breasts got most of the attention, her blouse and undershirt a little more than disheveled before the hands had found their way to grip onto the girl on top of her. Hey... wasn't there someone on the roof when Blossom burst onto the scene?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 22:27:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm... It looks like your sister's getting into it, dear Buttercup! Blossom, if you do a good job with us... Then I'll even turn myself over to you and your sisters for whatever punishment you'd prefer to dish out." she said, grinning darkly as her lips curled into a sneer.<br><br>She gently rocked her hips, gently fucking Buttercup's face as she moaned, her eyes closing as she stroked the Brunette's hair softly. Her cock was throbbing as she let her head roll back. She was enjoying it and her head was formulating different thoughts. As soon as she was done with Buttercup's mouth she'd have her way with her rival's wet pussy. She would rape Blossom for everything she did when they were children. Princess could beat Buttercup and Bubbles in a fight. But somehow she was never able to best the red haired pink powerpuff. But that was before. And now she was sure she could take Blossom if she kept her cool.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>upanddown4life</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 23:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All this visual stimulation coupled with the fact that he'd never seen anything even remotely like it before, not even in porn, was taking it's toll on Butch's will power not to cum. Or it probably would have, if he'd tried showing any. The long-awaited view of Buttercup's nudity. Seeing the once-proud Blossom, so cocky and unbeatable as a child, reduced to lesbian sex at Princess' order. That the other girl was her own sister added a layer to it he didn't even know he'd enjoy. Finally, when it became apparent Blossom was getting into this, he lost it.<br><br>With a RowdyRuff Boy's power and a sniper's precision, Butch let loose his load, splattering up Blossom's body from stomach to neck and a bit more on her tits than elsewhere. Dashing to the side in mid-shot, he sprayed rope after rope of dense cum all over Buttercup, going around from covering the sides of her rack to glazing her toned ass and around to the other side. Through some miracle, a conscious thought occurred to him. Butch went back around to Buttercup's back and shot the rest of his semen on her ass. He grinned through the fog of orgasm as his plan came together and the jizz dripped down one Powerpuff's crack and into the other's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nachtmahr</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:56:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bubbles sighed, not him again! <strong>" Fuzzy, you are under arrest for.. "</strong> she rose a few feet above street level, actualyl taking the situation into a closer measure, biting her lower lip. <strong>" For causing havoc, and quite possibly mass murder "</strong> She said sighing, oh what a day, leaving Boomer behind in her room adn now she would have to spend the rest of the day cleaning up, and that was only if he choose to do as she told him. <strong>" Now, will you please, pretty pleeeaaase, turn youself in and not fight back? "</strong> she asked, with no, whatsoever, spark of hope in her voice, since when ahd any of the villain's, especially old fuzzy, done as a powerpuff told them to before a fight? Maybe if the choice was doing as you were being told or being killed by some common enemy, but fuzzy was practically speaking, still fre to roam. And where the hell was her sisters, dammit!?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Powerpuff Women! (too many to list but they know who they are)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rockin</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 07:20:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Bubbles talked, Fuzzy was tending to his truck. The pipe didn't do that big of damage, thankfully, so he began to grab onto the metal pole and began to pull. He did not like the fact that he was accused for hurting civilians, even though he probably did. "Hey hey HEY!" He turned around and pointed at the damaged female. "It's not MY fault those fellas don't know how to drive! I was jus mining my own beeeewax!" <br><br>The creature turned around and resumed pulling. He lifted up a lot of weights over the years. The muscle of his flexed while he pulled. That pole was stuck in there deep, but not for long! With a 'clank,' the pole with the convient sign was freed. Now that thorn was taken off the auto lion of his..."Now git from my truck!" With strength of his own, he chuck the pole sign right at Bubbles. It span in the air like a nasty buzz saw. There was NO was Fuzzy was gonna let some Power Puff Girl touch his baby.
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