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Hero/Villain Roleplay
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 7:18 PM | Message # 176 |
 The man with no frontal cortex.
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| "well...With this thing, yes. The start button isn't clearly ma-"
I suddenly remembered that the start button DID had an "On" on it.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 8:47 PM | Message # 177 |
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| Reagan
I drew my hood over my head and began to run, feeling my backpack hit my back in the rythm of my feet. Shft, shft, shft, over and over again. Onto the next town, onto the next job, onto the next...death.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 8:48 PM | Message # 178 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (OOC:
I suspect Naru is having some trouble fitting into this RP.
I'ma help.
Steve has, upon leaving the militarys, "Borrowed" some very important schematics and parts, most likely for his own use, from a mechanic.
Therefore, the angry mechanic is asking you to hunt him down. He will direct you to the capitol.
I hope that works. Or maybe i'm just being an idiot.)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 8:52 PM | Message # 179 |
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| Angelica
" I already found it idiot." I said, with a laugh as I pressed it.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 8:55 PM | Message # 180 |
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| The craft "Whummped".
"Ahh! The landing gear's still down and the food and the-THAT'S THE LASERS!" I shouted, clambering to the front seat and grabbing her hand off the button. "some things aren't labeled! You could hit the self-destruct switch!"
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 8:56 PM | Message # 181 |
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| (THANK YOU! I was just about to say that!)
Reagan
I stood in front of a building. This had been where I had recieved my next request from. I kicked the door in and walked forward.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 9:06 PM | Message # 182 |
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| Angelica
"next time label things then!" I yelled back.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 9:43 PM | Message # 183 |
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| I scowled.
"WHY do you make sense." I grumbled, pushing the sequence to raise the landing gear and close the cargo hatch.
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 9:52 PM | Message # 184 |
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| (Can you take the guy that's hiring her Depressed?)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Tu, 25.October.11, 10:02 PM | Message # 185 |
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| Angelica
"you should have warned me." I thundered.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 7:36 AM | Message # 186 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| I raised my eyebrow.
"...That..."
I was torn between making a silly comment or a fiery speech. My hamster-in-a-cage Style Brain was squeaking wildly.
(My pleasure.)
~Typical Scary Mechanic~
The workshop was a little dark. The rusty shells of old cars appearing to be dinosaurs in the shadowy pit.
The mechanic sat at the back of a small desk, the puff and spark of a cigar every once in a while showing his unshaven and pale face.
At the opening of the door and the arrival of Reagan, the mechanic sat up and said, "I knew i could count of you to show up."
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| Creation100 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 8:06 AM | Message # 187 |
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| [Sorry mates. ^^']
Hallas-
I raise up from bed, my eyes still heavy and my left burned a little.
Miles-
My image appears beside the concrete the helicopter had landed on; to show I brought my attention to it.
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 26.October.11, 2:06 PM | Message # 188 |
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| Reagan
I looked up, letting my hood drop. "Good to see that some people at least know how to find me," I said quietly.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 3:52 PM | Message # 189 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| "It was harder than you might think." He said, his smile opening a little. "Now, for business. This man goes by the name of Steve Terra...you may know him, he's kind of a friendly guy. For the last 3 years he worked for me, but he has stolen some very...Precious items from me. The last i heard of him, he said he was headed off to the "Capitol", a giant floating rock in the sky in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, the last time he said goodbye to me."
He spread 3 photo's on the desk, all 3 of Steve.
"now," He said. "If you walk up to me and say that he's dead...I'll give you a grand."
(I'm assuming that's about 10X the amount of money she gets, assuming she gets 100 every job.)
"If you return the items to me, i'll give you an additional 500 for every one you recover."
He spread 3 photos on the table. One was of some sort of mechanism, gears sticking out all over the place. Another looked like a long tube with 6 rods out the end, colored green. The last one was of a glove, with various gears and pistons sticking out of it.
"and," He said, "If you give me his severed head...I'll give you five grand." He said, grinning openly, his yellow teeth showing.
"But, you may start to ask me, 'How do I get to this capitol?'. Easy."
He pushes a button. A large workshop door behind him sort of grinds open, revealing an average helicopter, with 2 black...Were they guns...on the side.
"I don't care if you wreak it. It's an old craft, good riddance to it. I'm assuming you can fly it, but if not... Everything is labeled."
He looked back down at a few papers on the desk.
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| Creation100 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 5:17 PM | Message # 190 |
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| Hallas-
I stretch as I walk into my bathroom, after a few minutes I come back out with a new uniform and my hair slightly damp. My door opens for me as I walk towards it and I continue onward to my throne to work on more pressing matters as of the capital's generators and of a destination to rest at.
[No, I'll wait for you to reach the base before I actually think of moving. ^^]
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 5:30 PM | Message # 191 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (I have to wait for ilovedogs or Naru. :/)
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| Creation100 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 5:33 PM | Message # 192 |
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| [That's understood ^^]
She had a smile that could light up a room.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 5:39 PM | Message # 193 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| (All the anger and rage...)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 6:29 PM | Message # 194 |
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| Angelica
I grumbled a little as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "exactly." I said.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 6:32 PM | Message # 195 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| "..."
Something in my mind gave way.
"Alright. You try to fly it. Dangerous levers:"
I pointed out all the lasers and guns, nothing else, and sat back in the co-pilot's seat.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 6:45 PM | Message # 196 |
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| Angelica
"eh uhh okay." I said surprised as I loosened myself sat properly in the pilot seat. "I really have missed you steve. Don't get me wrong on that." I added as I glanced at him.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 6:50 PM | Message # 197 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| I smiled, and said nothing more.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 6:59 PM | Message # 198 |
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| Angelica
"wish I can try the lasers however miles would murder me if I tried." I said sighing.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 26.October.11, 7:03 PM | Message # 199 |
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| "Well...They aren't that powerful. That may be able to destroy a man, but...Well, it doesn't do as good a job on other surfaces. However...There is a paralyzing version."
I opened a small cupboard behind the co-pilots seat, and took out a small yellow ray-gun like contraption.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 26.October.11, 7:04 PM | Message # 200 |
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| Angelica
"nice." I said.
It's time.
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