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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:17 pm
*sighs and shrinks again* Do you never give up? *dodges the lighting*
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:19 pm
Slowly, he came too. Sizzling from the shock, he blinked his eyes a few times, before a scowl started to slowly form over his face. "...Blasted murglak suckin' cross wired droid..." He pulls himself up into a sitting position and puts his fingers to his forehead, and sense a small thread of electrical current through himself. He grit his teeth, another pulse and finally a third one.
When he lifts his head once more, his face was extremely dark, eyes now burning red and orange. "Yeah, I'm fine." Standing back up, he looks over the bar at the Doombot. "He's not though,"
And with a thrust out fist, a wall of Force blasted from his fingers, sent to launch the droid Doombot thing across the room with the equivalent kinetic force of a two ton truck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:29 pm
*The Doomtbot was sent flying into the wall behind him causing great damage.*
impressive.
*The Doombot began to repair himself*
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:33 pm
"Yeah, it is. And you can bet your shiny metal butt that's not the only trick I got."
Now that he'd been pissed off... And now that he'd cleared and purged the drugs from his system, healing himself.... He would do the opposite. He could see the lines in the Doombot that had been weakened, the stress points ready to fracture.
"I dunno where you came from, but you tell your maker to make you a bit tougher." And then, once more sinking himself into the Dark Side of the Force, he put the pressure onto those fracture points of the Doombot.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:36 pm
I have no idea what's going on. *Flies behind the bar to watch instead*
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:37 pm
*The Doombot began to self-destruct*
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:38 pm
*Flies on Cade's shoulder* Can You get him out of here!?
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:41 pm
With a shout, Cade pours all his anger and pain into the power washing off his out stretched hand. Another blast of air, and the Doombot is sent out the building, as if another force of two tons hit it, sending it far away enough from the bistro to keep them safe.
"Sometimes, I just hate droids."
He lowered his hand, and closed his eyes. The dark energies were swirling through and around him.... He hated himself deeply right now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:42 pm
*Hops off his shoulder and grows again* Are you okay?
*Puts her hand on his forehead, unsure of what was going on*
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:42 pm
that's not the droid i was looking for..
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:45 pm
"I'm fine." He flinched and turned away... The Force, the Dark Side... All of it. He hated it. He hated himself, for who and what he was. Walking away from her, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a vile of pinkish red gel. Moving his way towards the back booth, he stared at it as he settled into the cushioned seat, contemplating on taking it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:47 pm
*looks upset*.. Are you sure? Do you want a drink or anything?
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:50 pm
He was silent for a minute...before putting the vile away. "Sure... I'll take some whiskey." His eyes still hadn't cooled off to their normal green. He sat there, breathing deeply. ...Trying to calm himself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:52 pm
*Flies off and gets him a bottle of whiskey* You look tense.
*Goes behind him and rubs his shoulders lightly*
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:55 pm
A smirk came across his face. "It happens." His head lolled forward and he let her rub. He rarely let his guard down for people, but when it came to a pretty face... Well, he was still a man.
While she worked the knots, he reached out and cracked open the bottle and took a swig. "So what the hell kinda droid was that, anyway?"
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