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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 6:30 pm
Pencil-Pusher's Way South Block This playful nickname was given to the part of town set aside for offices. Before the attack, this was where any clerical staff not employed by Shylocke Industries would work, and possibly the best place to buy your intellectual books.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:23 pm
Vincent noisily approached the kid from behind and groaned, clutching his head. He wore khaki workers vest featuring numerous contruction tools over a white t-shirt. He also had a brown utility belt covered with even more tools. Speaking with a heavy Russian accent, "Urgh...god dammit. I've massive headache. I shouldn't drunk lots vodka last night." Testosterone flowed through his body, and his muscles displayed the effect of this power increase.
"I give you guys vehicle. Then I need rest. Take...this." Vincent gathered all of his energy. The air grew tense from his magical energy. Suddenly, a military-grade humvee appeared on the street in front of them. "Hurry up and get robot. I join when can." With that, Vincent leaned against the wall and his legs crumbled beneath him. He was effectively unconscious.
(Sorry, I had to leave in a hurry. I was invisible yesterday.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:31 pm
Martian smiled, nodding to his friend. He would not let Vincent down. Putting a hand through his charcoal hair, he smiled, looking down at the shell of his shoulder.
"Well mother, it looks like it's time to do what we do best." He grinned to himself and walked to the vehicle. He had never learned to drive himself, never had much of a use for it. But walking or traveling at his own pace would be less safe then with others, so he opened up the passenger's side of the car, and hopped in.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:39 pm
A man with greasy black hair and an equally black suit patted Vincent, said something sentimental, along the lines of
Nice job, a*****e.
And got into the driver's seat. He was substantially older than Martan, as well as able to drive. A helpful skill. He waved to the other two passengers in the backseat, and floored it, heading for the large office building downtown. Big things attract big problems, and problems spawn oppurtunity.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:40 pm
The creature headed into the pencil-pushers southblock, and began to scan for life forms. Its eyes light up, and the various computer could be heard clicking throughout its metal skull once more. 'Identified, Two humonoid life forms, possibly more...Running scans.' The robot became lifeless, as if running through a train of thought. 'Cyborg not found, preparing to eliminate targets...' and with that, his head turned, turned into the direction of the two people.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:43 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:49 pm
EDIT: The mechanical beast turned, and headed away from the new location, the lifeforms he had been tracking had moved, so he made his way Southwest, towards a bigger building. All logic had pointed out that people would be attracted to this very area.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:49 pm
Strong enough to kill you, or me, should we let them. Hell, you see what they did to the city. But, heh. They'll die just as good as they kill, if we have anything to do about it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:51 pm
Arch-Raven CR32-B made his way inside the wreckage of the building. His head turned, scanning various things again, until finally, he came upon a sole lifeform. His legs stepped forward, one by one. He stepped, hovering over the body of the unconcious man. His knee joints bent, his right arm extended. His right fingers, slowly grasped the man around the neck. His knees picked back up, and extended, pulling the man off the ground. 'Scanning complete, Humanoid, Preparing for Destruction.' [[He's logged off. Super stealth, super-defensive. Next time, robo-buddy.]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:56 pm
Nightz Arch-Raven CR32-B made his way inside the wreckage of the building. His head turned, scanning various things again, until finally, he came upon a sole lifeform. His legs stepped forward, one by one. He stepped, hovering over the body of the unconcious man. His knee joints bent, his right arm extended. His right fingers, slowly grasped the man around the neck. His knees picked back up, and extended, pulling the man off the ground. 'Scanning complete, Humanoid, Preparing for Destruction.' [[He's logged off. Super stealth, super-defensive. Next time, robo-buddy.]] ((Well a notice would have been nice, how else would i have known...? His status is hidden...-.-))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:59 pm
Arch-Raven Nightz Arch-Raven CR32-B made his way inside the wreckage of the building. His head turned, scanning various things again, until finally, he came upon a sole lifeform. His legs stepped forward, one by one. He stepped, hovering over the body of the unconcious man. His knee joints bent, his right arm extended. His right fingers, slowly grasped the man around the neck. His knees picked back up, and extended, pulling the man off the ground. 'Scanning complete, Humanoid, Preparing for Destruction.' [[He's logged off. Super stealth, super-defensive. Next time, robo-buddy.]] ((Well a notice would have been nice, how else would i have known...? His status is hidden...-.-)) (Feel free to jump on the car or whatever it is you crazy robot's like to do instead, we're still trying to get a late member caught up.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:07 pm
((Alright, well i already moved, as i did an edit to my post of picking the man up by his neck...>.>))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:10 pm
The inside of the Humvee was smelly, and the car handled like an angry boar. Also, Gizmo had just gotten his permit. No fun. Not to mention, he was looking increasingly worried as his eyes flicked back and forth between the road and the mirror.
Guys, there's something back there. It's like a hgue...thing. It lookes like it was searching for something.
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