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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:04 pm
Siber recognized Frost's haircut on a Man in Black directing the police.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:53 pm
((Siber: I WAS BORED. biggrin
Nothing to say apparently though, so post when I can. Going home on Saturday, won't post Saturday 'till late - maybe.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 9:24 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:15 am
((I've started I Wanna Be The Guy, and I assume the other people are just assuming they should wait for me. D:
I suppose I'll post after I get back from having lunch with a friend. Which I'm leaving for like now.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 7:06 pm
((I've heard of I Wanna Be The Guy. It sounds like a life-eater.
Well, I'd post too, and just cruise right on by Frost, but... seems inappropriate given the fact you took the time to mention him. So. Uhm... Lovely! biggrin ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 12:03 am
((Huh? Oh, no, noticing Frost was just because Siber observed the strange behavior of the police.
That's about it.
Yeagh, I'll post tomorrow.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:02 am
((Oh. Well, I'll get 'em back to the meeting point, I suppose. I could take a crack at writing for Siber, but I don't know I'd be very good at it. I could try though.)) After a couple minutes of somewhat tense silence, Paul and his carmates pulled up to the meeting point they had been at before. Stopping the engine, Paul climbed out, taking the keys with him. Who knew? Maybe he'd come back here and he could sell the abandoned car. Either that or get arrested for grand theft auto. This whole warlock thing was either very bad for his soul or very good fun. Perhaps both. It struck him, however, that Robert had been particularly silent ever since they had begun coming back. Once the fighting between Joe and Sam had ended, he had stopped talking. Robert. You still there?...nothing. Robert!
Starting to wonder if you'd up and left.
Well the gay is wrong with you then?
Okay, you're responding in one-word sentences. That's not normal.
Overly Laconic.
You're in my head. The least you can do for me is tell me what your freakin' problem is.
What?
You mean... wait, what?
But he was saving children.
And... 'they were wrong, of course.'? What's that mean?
How?
Oh.
Oh.
For a long moment Robert was silent. Then he again spoke.
For what he's done?
Paul had no answer; he finally began moving, going to the door and opening it.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Rounds)
Glock 26: <12>/11/6/1
Fyrin:
Mana: 98%
Shield: Blue
One:
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20
Two:
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14
92FS: <15>/15/15
Three:
Mana: 88%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9
1911: <8>/8/8/8
Four:
Mana: 89%
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:59 am
((Before I make a longer post (which I have time for today, yay!), I thought Fyrin and Renard were dæmons... did I read something wrong way back when?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:59 am
"Watch your step," Alan immediately commanded. Paul looked around to see the whole room - floor, walls, and ceiling - had been painted with patterns of thin black markings - some of the painting was geometric shapes or patterns, others parts it was written words, a few spots symbols like Celtic knots or pentagrams or crosses or crescents with stars. "It's eight thirty, when does your plane leave?" Alan asked.
"We agreed on ten before we left. We'll land on the East Coast in the afternoon, if we're lucky enough to not have delays," Siber answered.
Alan nodded. "He should still be moderately weakened by then, so you'll have time to see what he wanted you to look for in his old home."
((Renard is a demon. Fyrin is a once-human necromancer bound to a demon.
I know no actual time was set earlier, but nyeah. Now it has been, retroactively.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:01 pm
Joe stifled a yawn. "Awesome. Let's get going." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:15 pm
Keilven followed Takeshi down the stairs, going slowly, as not to disturb whatever it was that was causing Takeshi to be cautious.
"Uhm... I know we got off on the wrong foot, me barging in like that, and you almost shooting me, so how about we talk, get to know each other, try again..."
he drifted off as he saw Takeshi's look of concentration.
"okay, Later then." Keilven added, a bit put down.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:36 pm
Jacob looked out the plane window and into the clouds. The seatbelt indicator came on and he quietly buckled his seatbelt, taking care to make sure it was even and not twisted. The plane began it's decent.
So...Ohanse, was it?
Right, Ohanzee, sorry, Ohanzee. Um, so, what are we going to do once we reach L.A.?
You mean Joe? Alright, I'll give him a call once we land.
plane, is really quite amazing.>
Yeah, I guess it is.
I'm not really sure about the details...it involves the use of engines, aerodynamics, and other things.
The plane landed and the passengers began to get up and leave, Jacob among them. Once he was off of the plane, he pulled out his phone and dialed Joe's number as he headed towards baggage claim. He hit send and put the phone to his ear.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:01 pm
Joe started as his phone rang.
He shrugged and pulled it out. He was about to answer when he stopped. "Why...?" He opened the phone and held it to his ear, pausing for a moment. "Hello?" he said clearly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:07 pm
Jacob smiled when Joe answered, "Hello, Joe? It's Jacob, listen, I need a little help, you see," he paused and laughed a little nervously, "This is gonna sound a little weird, but there are these voices, well actually, it's only one voice, it says it's name is Ohanzee and he was a member of the Cabal. Am I going crazy?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head and pacing.
It didn't bug him so much when he was alone and it was happening, but he didn't want people thinking he was crazy. Right now, Joe was the only person he could think to talk to about it.
Jacob saw his bag come around and he picked it up, it was a single, lightweight suitcase.
I'm not so sure...
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:10 pm
"Uhh...what? Oh, that. Umm...yeah." Joe was still a little thrown off. He had been halfway to Hell, thrown down with an Avatar, and fought for his life many times in the past months. It seemed strange to him that a friend would be calling to talk.
"Sorry. Umm. Cabal, you say? That's...interesting. All right. Where are you?"
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