Kenzi [001] Video

[onteamdyson]

Hey. Sup, random peeps. I'm trying to find this guy with ridiculously fluffy hair, angry-looking face, cheekbones that could probs cut glass? Didn't catch his name... he's totes British.

Also, I believe I was promised superheroes and lobster. Both of you better honour those promises.

... And Bo? If you can see this? You better have one hell of an explanation for not getting back to me sooner. Kenzi out! Peace, suckahs.

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[goodluckkobra]

Uh, no. You're from the past, time travel buddy.

And, yeah, I guess I kind of just followed her home. Well, it's someone else's home, but it's ours now. [He shrugs.] I'll grab a kitchen knife.

[onteamdyson]

Psht. Technicalities.

HA! YES! That's totally what I did! Oh man, it's like you're the guy version of me or something. With less eyeliner... and more height. Okay, so I'll meet you there in like... ten minutes. BYE!

[goodluckkobra]

I totally used to wear eyeliner! I'll see you there!

[He's already popping into the kitchen to look for the sharpest knife. A guy's gotta protect himself!]

[onteamdyson]

[That doesn't even surprise her. Kenzi's grinning as she grabs her crossbow and jumps over her bed, out the door, down the hall, past any government agents or patriotically-themed superheroes that may or may not currently be in the house, and out the front door.

All while doing her own super spy theme music with sound effects.

She heads straight for the fountain, possibly doing a super cool roll-move when no one's looking.]

[goodluckkobra]

[In what is obviously an effort to make Kenzi look sane, Kobra is doing something similar with a large steak knife in his hand as he walks towards the fountain, twirling it like a baton between striking what are totally badass poses.]

Kenzi!

[He walks up to her and is totally smooth with the knife in his hand and a casual strut.]

What should we explore?

[onteamdyson]

Kobra!

[She bounces, standing in front of him and hefting the crossbow over her shoulder. Thankfully, it's not loaded. That would be dangerous. She beams up at him, happy to see he's about as much of a dork as she is. Honestly, she really shouldn't be enjoying this place so damn much. But what use is being constantly scared and sad?]

I vote somewhere with food. Preferably of the sugary variety.