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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:20 am
(( Nobody said anything for a while, so I left... but... ))
~ Immediately prior to James departure ~
James quirked an eyebrow at Xallen... who had been one of the worst of the bunch as far as he could tell. Diving in front of him to stop him from pressing the button sequence that did end up disabling the machine... It was as if the man had wanted him to fail at stopping it before someone actually got seriously injured.
Point values? Marbles? What? He didn't know anything about any of that. He just knew that the thing had attacked him and he'd done what he could to disable it - and that nobody else seemed to have wanted to help, only to hinder him. Except that they were fighting it as well, so obviously they weren't its allies, and as far as James knew they weren't his enemies, so it was really just perplexing as to why they would outright attack him simply to be the one who got the last word in.
"Don't worry," he said, smiling despite everything, "people lose their heads sometimes."
He pointed to the beheaded machination, laughed, and went on his merry way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:25 am
Alm nodded to Tormenta, "Sure, you can hitch a ride on Argas." Seeing James' wound, Alm called out, "I can heal that for you!"
He laughed as he patted the spot for Tormenta to sit, "I can't say I'm disappointed I missed all the excitement."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:32 am
Tormenta gave a small smile and nodded back to Alm as he climbed up onto the creature, sitting himself comfortably behind the mage. "He didn't seem to hear you," he said, looking back at the man who was walking away. "Should we bother going after him?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:36 am
"No reason. There was a robotics factory I had been tempted to go to earlier, but hadn't had the chance to explore. Would you mind if we went there?" Alm replied to the Tormenta as he rubbed Argas' neck in a reassuring manner. The thought of all the Gaian technologies he could bring back to Onlis made him quiver with anticipation. He really hoped his vampiric friend would agree.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:45 am
"A... robotics factory?" Tormenta gave a puzzled look. They didn't have robots or factories where he came from. "It certainly sounds interesting enough, though we can't go too far. I imagine Anji is sleeping right now, but when he wakes up he will be wondering where I am. But for now, let's go."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:47 am
"We can go ahead and pass by the institute to make sure Anji is fine, then. It'll be easier than going through customs anyways..." Alm said as he put the rhino into motion towards the institute.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:52 am
((There isn't really a whole lot more to post about, so I'll just meet you at the Institute.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:16 pm
The old, orange, tercel of DOOM, drifted down the road, going aimlessly about. Trying to find something of any interest, and once more started to head out of the heart of the city.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:40 pm
They turned the aging mobile south-ish and began to drive towards a part of the city they had not yet ventured towards.
arrow Housing District
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:32 pm
[CP USED: 4]
A nondescript and unimportant individual walked through the town center. He paused briefly to look at the giant downed dinosaur.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:34 pm
[CP USED: 4]
After investigating the dead thing for a bit, the man turned and left the area, heading for the customs department.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:11 am
The True Warrior strutted his stuff straight into the City Center. Nothing here, of course, because it was midnight--who the hell buys souvenaires at midnight?
Well, anyway, he was strutting around, looking for a TRUE CHALLENGE.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:17 am
No TRUE CHALLENGE here, either. The Warrior moved on.
To the Customs Office.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:53 pm
Tadashi arrived, sliding a crumpled pack of sigs into his back pocket.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:59 pm
Tadashi headed off to the Customs office.
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