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Hero/Villain Roleplay
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 7:39 PM | Message # 301 |
 The man with no frontal cortex.
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| "I'm sorry. I should have recognized your face sooner. And I can't let you go. Naru has backup-files, and you know how easily I can bring things back after looking though the records, don't you, your at least that smart. I have engineered wonders. You have burnt my belongings and hope to kill me. So I can't."
Naru suddenly lashed out, scratching the intruder with her claws. Taking advantage of the moment, i fired.
Hopefully, her body would be paralyzed...
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 7:47 PM | Message # 302 |
 A bored admin
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| Angelica
"yes." I said with a sigh.
It's time.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 7:55 PM | Message # 303 |
 Commander
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| [Um.. I guess I could alter this => Just to keep it moving.]
Hallas-
With the blast of the gun, I stop the moment. With that I grab Reagan and move her out of the bullet's direction, I inject her with a sedation needle to stop her from forcing me away. My eye was uncovered when time continued and I was with Angelica, holding Reagan. "Steve, maybe my strategy is better." I call weakly, the cat confusedly touches the ground on her fours.
Miles-
"Yes I'll get a bot out in a few." I tell her.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 7:57 PM | Message # 304 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (WHA-
Well...You are the creator...)
I stopped.
My gun dropped. Naru ran to me.
I slowly reached for my helmet, then stopped, my hands dropping to my sides. The lights of my helmet turned blue as I picked up Naru.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:01 PM | Message # 305 |
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Commander
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| [o.e I said he could alter time, though you can own him at fisty cuffs now if you wanna. xD]
Hallas-
I place the woman onto the ground, "No one leaves today, not till we reach the Coast." I tell Angelica as I walk back to the building as a few pilots and a single help desk robot comes to help Angelica up.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:04 PM | Message # 306 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| He stood still, looking at the wreckage of his helicopter.
From the bottom of his helmet, a drop of water fell out, like the last drop from an upturned fishbowl.
Today.
Never forget.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:05 PM | Message # 307 |
 The Reaper of Threads
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| Reagan
The surrounding area was blurry as the sedation kicked in. Dammit...I failed....how'd I get so reckless...this can't be happen...ing...I drifted into a state of delirious semiconsciousness.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:08 PM | Message # 308 |
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| Angelica
I got up with a wince and sighed.
It's time.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:09 PM | Message # 309 |
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Commander
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| Pvt. Simons-
James-
"Put her in the infirmary" Miles tells me as I pick up the woman, with a nod I stabilized her in my arms and began carrying her inside, as the rest of the group helps Angelica.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:10 PM | Message # 310 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| He looked back at Reagan.
Slowly, he walked over to the abandoned body, and stood beside it.Added (28.October.11, 6:10 PM)
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I walked beside it as it was moved away.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:13 PM | Message # 311 |
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Commander
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| James-
Carrying her inside the doors slide open, and I notice steve following by me. "Um, so you are a pilot as well?" I ask, not knowing of the helicopter.
Hallas-
Hearing that I chuckle taking the elevator up to my quarters
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:17 PM | Message # 312 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| He nodded, His helmet highlights turning green.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:19 PM | Message # 313 |
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| Angelica
Don't tell me I also broke my leg? I sighed. Apparently so.
It's time.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:23 PM | Message # 314 |
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Commander
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| Miles-
"I guess you need to go to the infirmary too" I tell her, and the pilots look down and start laughing as a cadet picks up Angelica to take her inside.
Billy-
"Don't worry, I've got you" I tell her, as I carry her.
James-
"Oh, cool. what have you flown?" I ask as I walk through the halls heading to the barracks, where the infirmary was held.
Hallas-
The elevator opens and I walk to my throne, settling in it I request for a bot to come assist me.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
Message edited by Creation100 - Fr, 28.October.11, 8:24 PM |
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:27 PM | Message # 315 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| He lead him to a window.
And then solomonly pointed to the flaming wreckage of his helicopter.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:32 PM | Message # 316 |
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Commander
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| James-
"Oh.." I mumble looking from the woman to Steve to the wreckage. "Did you build it?" I ask, looking at steve.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:32 PM | Message # 317 |
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| Angelica
I sighed as I groaned. This time not from pain. "I'm going to murder them later." I muttered.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:32 PM | Message # 318 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| He nodded.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:34 PM | Message # 319 |
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The Reaper of Threads
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| Reagan
Jumbled words slipped through my head...what was...going on???
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:38 PM | Message # 320 |
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A bored admin
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| (phone is running out of battery. Be on in 30 mins to 1 hour.)
It's time.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:39 PM | Message # 321 |
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| Billy-
"What's the matter, I didn't pull something did I?" I ask as I reach the capital door, stopping to look at Angelica.
James-
"Must have took a lot of time you must have put a lot of value in it.." I tell my newly mute friend as I begin walking again.
Hallas-
A large machine arrives from the ground beside me and instantly gets to work on my eye, on stitching it up again as it did that it released a small mechanical spider which soon disappeared somewhere on me.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:41 PM | Message # 322 |
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The Reaper of Threads
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| Reagan
"Burned better than wood..." I mumbled while giggling.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:42 PM | Message # 323 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| The lights went yellow.
Suddenly, his cat meowed.
He held up a finger, and looked at what his cat had in it's mouth.
...NO WAY.
SHE SALVAGED IT! Nothing more than a party trick, but...
It was a collar. He placed it around Naru's neck.
Naru suddenly leaped to his shoulder.
"Testing." Came a voice, slightly auto-tuned like, coming out of the cat's mouth, apparently.
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| Creation100 | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:46 PM | Message # 324 |
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Commander
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| Miles-
With that I appeared, "Did that feline just speak?" I ask, without a answer I disappear again already getting it from a scan.
James-
I gently shook Reagan telling her not to talk, and I didn't speak as Miles had already asked my question.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Fr, 28.October.11, 8:48 PM | Message # 325 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| "Yes. I speak."
Naru leaped onto the unconscious woman's body.
"Is this Fire-girl?"
Steve nodded.
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