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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:34 pm
Walks in casually and stops in the door to survey the room, heavy brown trench coat swirling around his ankles. "Hmm." Notices the others screaming, singing, and generally freaking out. "Looks like my kinda place."
Makes his way in and settles up at the bar counter on a stool.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:37 pm
You, your little group, and your lame excuses that the imp made you do it. See you in court.
*drops down and leaves*
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:42 pm
*strolls in, counting the credits he earned for helping Tenz with his court case*
Easy money....
*narrows eyes at his double*
Who the freg are you, pal?
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:42 pm
"Huh." Sitting at the stool for a little longer, and with no obvious bar tender, he gets up, leans over the bar and picks out a bottle of whiskey. With it in hand, he steps away from the bar and heads to a booth towards the back, leaving himself comfortable with a wall to his back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:44 pm
Rather, he doesn't make it to the back, and turns to face his double. "Who the frag am I? Who the karking Sith hound are you?" His hand drops to his belt, reaching for his Rawk Chop.
"Clonin's been outlawed for years... So you better have a good story..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:49 pm
The only clone around here is you, chuff-sucker. I set the Mynock down a while back and even did a job for one of the locals. Now, you appear.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:51 pm
*Goes gaseous as some of the crystals fly through him. He turns to putty for the next set and they smash into him, getting caught in his form. He grabs one and sticks his hand into it*
Huh, this IS NEAT! How now that's new. So how do you control these things?
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:55 pm
"Uh huh, right. I've been around here a lot longer than you have. Just been out on business." His instincts kicked in. Something was absolutely wrong with this. He didn't like it or trust it.
Without warning his blaster was clear of its holster, aimed and fired off at the opposing Cade.
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Linda Lee Danvers Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:55 pm
*the crystal starts creeping up his arm, engulfing him*
You are mistaken, element man...this body does not control the crystals...
*Aims a punch straight for Rex's chest*
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:03 pm
Cade SkywaIker "Uh huh, right. I've been around here a lot longer than you have. Just been out on business." His instincts kicked in. Something was absolutely wrong with this. He didn't like it or trust it.
Without warning his blaster was clear of its holster, aimed and fired off at the opposing Cade. *the Force warns him in time and he ignites his lightsaber, picking of the shot and directing to the ceiling* A bit slow, clone.... *drops a thermal detonator and kicks it under the clone's table* Oops... *skips backwards*
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:03 pm
Linda Lee Danvers *the crystal starts creeping up his arm, engulfing him* You are mistaken, element man...this body does not control the crystals... *Aims a punch straight for Rex's chest*
*Opens his chest and engulfs her arm with himself. He turns into a liquidized state and moves swiftly behind her, encasing her arms behind her in titanium formed cuffs made out of his hands. He removes the arm that is being crystalized and tosses it to the side.*
Well well well, naughty girl needs a time out.
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Linda Lee Danvers Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:06 pm
RELEASE THE QUEEN! YOU ARE DESTROYING THE HARMONIC CONVERGENCE!
*The crystals converge, vibrating horribly, into a hailstorm of sharp edges and buffet Metamorpho desperately*
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