Data stole tronus's sword

Oh no….welp time to go teach soul more curse words

Data: don't you frickin dare
*Soul is right next to her*

*smug face*

im reporting Data to law enforcement for robbery

Lol

How she do dat???

Data: a magician never reveals her secrets... but I'll at least tell you why. It's because he cut off soul's arm.

[???]: Hm
Mkay then

Data: I just need to figure out what I'm gonna do with this thing. One of my ideas was spray painting it pink and purple

185: Touch my machete, I'll dice you up like chicken.

A: wee woo

Tronus: AGH YOU SMALL S**T, GIVE IT BACK!

Data: dude I stole this like three days ago. Anyway here you go

*Gives it back but it's spray painted pink*

Tronus: YOU LITTLE SL*T, COME HERE! *Tronus would charge like a raging bull*

*data takes two steps to the right and tronus rams into a nearby building*

Tronus: AGH YOU BITCH! *Tronus would use his telekenesis to make Data float and throws her*

Tronus: I WILL CUT MORE THEN SOULS HAND OFF WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HER!

*Tronus hears a strange beeping sound coming from where data landed*

*Tronus would look*

*actually wait no I shouldn't do that in this rp. Ignore the beeping*

*Data gets up*

*Tronus would then sink into some goo, knowing damn well where Soul is*

*she's in the realm of creation he can't get to her*

*Tronus would be midway in the goo*

Tronus: Ah f**k it jammed.

Data: *walks up to him* yeah getting stuck wasn't the only flaw with your little plan, asshole.

*Roundhouse kicks him in the head, which breaks off part of his helmet*

*one of his flaceplates gets kicked off and it reveals something horrifying, something that even scares Data*

Data: ... Just gonna put this back on

*Puts the faceplate back where it was*

Tronus: When i find Soul, i will give her the most pain a robot can get...

Data: good luck with that. You'll quickly find the other flaws with your plan.

*Tronus would do a growl as he sinks down into the goo*

*data flips him off as he sinks*

Awesome

Sheath it

Data: I don't have the sheath :/

But you do have a "sheath"

Data: ... Oh.

Soul: “Woww, cool sword!"

Data: this belongs to the asshole that cut off your arm. I'm trying to come up with something I can do to it to mess with him.

Soul: "Oh… him?"

Data: yep. I was thinking of spray painting it to be the most girly thing he'll ever see

Soul: "That sounds like a great idea!"

Data: maybe some hello kitty stickers and glitter too >:3