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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:56 pm
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Jarid then suddenly stopped running and spun around, his rifle facing the holes he had been making. "That so, huh?" he asked, scanning his surroundings. "Hey! Shithead following Doll over here. If you're here to help, I got a job for you." he said, still aiming at the hole. "Gonna need you to get over here before anything else, though." he said, the sounds of the machines approaching getting more apparent before Jarid launched another grenade from his rifle. "ANY TIME NOW!!"
The Chairman's office was quite dark, even with the sun shining outside. Thank the curtains. The only way to tell he was there was the reflection of the computer in front of him on his glasses. "Ah yes, Rino Raust...Or was it Bender..? Either way..." he trialed off, his face not moving.
"There is an assignment I wish for you to partake in. But before I do, I must ask. What lengths would you go for success..?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:11 pm
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Jarid watched the man rush towards the machines, and slowly lowered his weapon. "...Yeah....The job was gonna be to get you out of here, but yeah...Distraction works....I guess...." he said, before placing two fingers near where his ear was on his helmet.
"Overwatch....Yeah. Actually, we got two now, and the s**t hit the fan worse than last time..." he grunted, waiting for a response on the other end.
"Yeah, yeah. Understood." he said, before raising the rifle again.
"OI! MISTER NINJA! WE'RE TAKING OUT THIS WAVE, THEN FALLING BACK. IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE SOMEONE'S b***h IN AN ORDER CELL IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN WITH A SEVERE CASE OF SHOT-IN-THE-FACE SYNDROME, I SUGGEST YOU FOLLOW AFTER US!" he barked as he began to open fire on the machines trying to encircle the man.
"Good to hear." Clive told Rino before a screen appeared above his head, showing an image of a masked man wearing a top hat.
"Your target is Morris. Man has been nothing but an Afflicted thorn in our side ever since he appeared." he grunted. "Every time we've tried to capture or kill him, he'd slip away or take out our soldiers. I need someone other than the normal soldiers to deal with this. I need someone who can even the playing field." he told him, the screen disappearing.
"He's made it his business to not only steal from our funds and supplies, but to leak out confidential information to the highest bidders. Survivors of attacks against him claim he can turn into a ghost or something. Still interested..?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 6:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 7:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:43 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 12:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:15 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:41 am
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"Slasher" Ryan Mulfis
I am Ryan; I'm of the Order~
"This is Slasher, over and out." Ryan said, taking his hand off of the transmit button. He let out a deep sigh, which would have fogged up the glass on his suit a hundred years ago. They had technology to prevent that nowadays, though. "Well, I guess it's time to head home." He said, hefting the gun that came with this suit to strap on his back.
The gun was not his only weapon, but it was what he used most often. It was an effective medium-long range weapon. If he wanted to get close and personal, he had a large sword that looked as if it would be impossible to lift-such is the advantage of the Titan suits. He had been heading out to help Weiss assault a chaos recruiting location, but had been called back when some of the pilots to the larger titan suits began having technical difficulties. Newbies, the lot of them-couldn't fix a single thing, and were always breaking their suits.
His arm lifted to feel the chest of his suit. A dent had been left there yesterday by some arrogant Afflicted individual. Of course the man had fixed it, not that Ryan needed him to. In his suit, though, he was Slasher-no longer the Ryan his parents had known, but a tool for the Order--and he liked it that way. The newbie's suit was in the hangar-having been graced with a very large Titan (one that Ryan would NEVER actually use himself, simply for mobility issues). "What's the problem, meat?"
The newbie promptly showed him what was going wrong. Surprisingly, it was something that one actually needed a Titan suit to fix-one of his models, though he was sure that his wasn't as friendly as some of those who had not modified it with spikes. "Stand back, this will take a while." He said, heaving a sigh as he proceeded to fix the newbie's suit.
~I am Slasher, I cause disorder...
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:33 am
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"Skulker" Veerus Xander
We live in shadow, use darkness to hide;
Shadow-something one could find almost everywhere. When there was light, there was shadow, and without light, there was darkness. The darkness itself is a shadow, just on a much larger scale. Veerus stepped into one shadow, coming out from another location closeby. It was much faster than traveling on foot, he knew. Much faster than a car, even-if he wanted it to be. The only thing that didn't match it's pace were planes, and titan suits that could exceed 200mph. He had joined Chaos a while ago, certainly not their most valuable asset, but one of their top infiltrators. Not that he acquired a title, simply that he found himself to be...better than them.
Odd...No one invited me to the party. Why didn't Jarid tell me that he was going to be doing something fun? There were eight Titans outside of a building-plenty of shadow to get inside, but instead, he decided to watch. Oh, he would help out if he was needed, but he knew Jarid better-Jarid would get them out of that situation.
There was another, though he was not in the building--Veerus didn't recognize him. He would not spring forth to help, he would watch--until he was absolutely sure he would be needed. Likely, he wouldn't be.
We all try to escape from the pain inside...
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:33 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 5:42 am
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