All Quotes By Tag: Black-dagger-brotherhood

“After a moment, Wrath turned to John. “This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-“”Okay, that was so not my fault-“”-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population.””I’d like to remind you that you don’t like humans.””They smell bad when they’re dead.””All you mortal types do.”

“Wrath: What the hell are you supposed to ask?Rhage: I know! Who do you like the most? It’s me right?Come on, you know it is. Come oooooonnnnn-Butch: If its you,, I’ll kill myself.V: No, that just means she’s blind.Rhage: It has to be me.V: She said she didn’t like you at first.Rhage: Ah, but I won her over, which is more than anyone else can say about you, hot stuff.J.R.: I don’t like anyone the bestWrath: Right answer.Rhage: She’s just sparing all of you feelings. (grins, becoming impossibly handsome) She’s so polite.J.R.: Next question?Rhage: Why do you like me the best?”

“They don’t fit you?” V asked his roommate. “Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People.” Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. “I mean, come on.””They’re for fighting, not fashion.””So are kilts, but you don’t see me rocking the tartan.””And thank God for that. You’re too bowlegged to pull that shit off.”Butch assumed a bored expression. “You can bite me.”

“-BDB on the board-Knitter’s AnonimousMay 8, 2006Rhage (in his bedroom posting in V’s room on the board)Hi, my name is V.(“Hi, V”)I’ve been knitting for 125 years now.(*gasping noises*)It’s begun to impact my personal relationships: my brothers think I’m a nancy. It’s begun to affect my health: I’m getting a callus on my forefinger and I find bits of yarn in all my pockets and I’m starting to smell like wool. I can’t concentrate at work: I keep picturing all these lessers in Irish sweaters and thick socks.(*sounds of sympathy*)I’ve come seeking a community of people who, like me, are trying not to knit. Can you help me?(*We’re with you*)Thank you (*takes out hand-knitted hankie in pink*)(*sniffles*)(“We embrace you, V”)Vishous (in the pit): Oh hell no…you did not just put that up. And nice spelling in the title. Man…you just have to roll up on me, don’t you. I got four words for you, my brother.Rhage: Four words? Okay…lemme see… Rhage, you’re so sexy.hmmm….Rhage, you’re SO smart. No wait! Rhage, you’re SO right! That’s it, isn’t it…g’head. You can tell me. Vishous: First one starts with a “P”Use your head for the other three. Bastard.Rhage: P? Hmm… Please pass the yarnVishous: Payback is a bitch!Rhage: OhhhhhhhhhhhhI’m so scuuuuuurred. Can you whip me up a blanket to hide under?”

“Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.”

“There aren’t any syringes.” Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. “I know you’ll use this wisely.””Wisely?” She snapped the syringe out of his hand. “No, I’m going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that’s what they trained me to do in medical school.”

“Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?”