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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 8:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 12:44 am
((Breaking from my rule of always RPing Ryoko with those crazy asterisks to allow more freedom when puppeteering PCs. xp ))
Ryoko approached the building slowly, stopping to look up at its heights. She supressed a shiver- this place reminded her too much of the Manabu Seido Building in Carter City. Fitting that this also happened to be where she restocked on ammo since moving to Barton Town.
Remembering her purpose, she pushed on, leaving the garden to enter the lobby.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 12:59 am
Daniel was moving sorely. Near death, and a night on a marble floor tended to screw up your back, among other things. He was slumped forward, his feet dragging a bit as he walked. It was a good hike, from the library, all the way up to this place.
"Well Mauser, never say I didn't do anything for you..." he muttered to himself. His legs felt like lead. Sure, he was in good shape, but comas really don't promote recovery of energy. It was like he had been up for 3 days now, and getting the hell beaten out of him.
He looked up, at the massive building, a faint smile coming to him. Well, here they were. Hoped they were well stocked.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 10:29 pm
Team Weinberg flew through the skies in front of the A~E building. Using the same device from before, they hoped to narrow down the robot's location to a specific floor. From there, they would attack.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 10:41 pm
This is intense, Thought Gizmo. This was the most exciting day of his life, he had attacked people, commanded an army, gone crazy, nearly been fried by tactical nuclear missles, and now he was in a helocopter outside a parking garage. It was like a bad action movie, and he was loving it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 2:15 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 2:27 am
The scanners seemed to indicate that the robot was in the rough vicinity of the 27th floor. As such, Vincent indicated for Moss to move to that floor. The helicopter moved as close as it could.
(moving to the 27th floor thread)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 2:29 am
Gizmo screamed military thoughts, his head buzzing with adrenaline, green energy rushing through his veins. GO GO GO! The air rushing up, Gizmo jumped out the helicopter's side door, following Mozz down through the air.
Finnally he hit one of Mozz's platforms, slightly winding him, but causing no real damage. He quickly picked himself up, waiting for the others, he was ready to go.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 3:59 am
Most cars, or even SUVs have really tiny tires. Contact patches about the size of your palm. The humvee's wheels had contact patches like a fat lady's thighs. He dropped the handbrake and popped the clutch, sliding it sideways with a twist of the wheel. This was the place he'd bought a lot of his weapons, and now he would probably end up putting a lot of holes in it. He looked over into the backseat to look over his stack of stupid, cartoon-ish weaponary. Shuffling through the pipes and shells, he made his choice. He swung his legs over the side, and stepped around to the back seat, and tightened the straps on 'Crowd Control', adjusting the valves and testing the gas flow with a momentary gout of yellow-orange flame that gradiated from the sky-blue flash point.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 9:15 pm
A Taxi approached the formitable building from the center of Barton Town, it's driver smoking a ciggaret much to the chargin of it's occupant. A solitary white hooded figure sat quietly in the back of the taxi, staring from underneath the white lip of her cloak at the building. Things obviously needed to change at the Temple, and Sey being left with the responsibility of running it by the Elders, had to make the decision.
It was for the best, she decided, as the taxi got closer to the building.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 2:06 pm
... After running around the Greater Barton area for the better half of the day, Cail, winded and extremely pissed off, stepped onto A~E grounds and closed his eyes.
... There.
Grumbling, he walked through the gardens, towards the building, completely unphased by it's grandure and height. He just wanted to get Sey and go. Stupid White Mage...
"Falis you have one very big sense of humor." He said sarcasticly, walking into the main lobby.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 4:14 pm
"Down there!" Yelled the emerald-haired man riding atop a red dragon, pointing towards the A~E building. The dragon's wings banked towards it, begining a slow, downward spiral towards the courtyard out front. Rage, the man on the dragon's back, got ready to jump off. He had heard that this place might have some involvement with the Carson City crisis, and now that it was all over he fully intended to find out more about it. "Call me if you need me, okay, kid?" growled Ryuji in Drakonic. "Sure thing!" Rage replied as he hopped off, sporting a brand new bomber jacket, pilot's goggles, and some jeans that immediately tore as he rolled along the ground due to his fast landing.
The dragon flew back up into the sky as Rage strode towards the front door, dusting himself off.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 4:34 pm
It seems the gardens were a plethora of peculiar sights today. A helicopter, a bigass hummer, a dragon...
And now a robot lumbering from the construction site closer and closer to the front doors.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 6:57 pm
A low whistle escaped Daniel's lips. There was the Dragon, Rage's Dragon, he realized after a moment of study, or at least, very much like the transforming dragon that had taken him to Rage before.
Still, there was no reason to tempt fate, and his stomach.
Daniel moved around, keeping the helicopter, and the hummer between him and the dragon, on his way to the A~E building.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 12:02 pm
The car pulled up, and old man DeSaul sat in the back behind heavy window, tinted pure black.
The driver got out, running around the car.
He reached for the door, and before he could pull it open, it came out, slamming into him and knocking him on his a**.
DeSaul stepped out, looking down at the man in the mud, "Hmm, oh, you're there. You were taking so long, I had to open the door myself."
Sure, it had only been six seconds since he stopped.
DeSaul frowned, walking with his cane in his left hand, "Take her home James. Keep your phone on. I'll call you after the business is concluded."
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