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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:57 pm
opaj bolted South, trusting that Rage would do the same (with his opponent pinned and all). Angel presumably ran away too, although the direction might not have been the same.
((Simple post. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:05 pm
It was a crazy letter T!
Owle bolted, following opaj to the South. She was just as glad to retreat...
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:22 pm
This place looked awfully familiar.
And so did a giant letter T. Gods, she was really starting to hate this whole thing. Without even realizing it, she was running through the middle of a kid's soccer match - the Gambino Grizzlies vs. the Durem Despots. Without thinking, she plucked a stray shot that was heading right for her head - it stung her hands, but she was so focused she forgot to put the ball down. Ignoring the angry cries of the referees and coaches, she kept moving. Just a little further to the gate.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:26 pm
Luckily finding no apparent opposition, Rage was getting a little tired of all this running. Although it was a bit rural, there were still cars driving through the gates towards Bass'ken lake... she hitched a ride on top, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The occupants were none too pleased.
"Marty, I'm scared."
"Relax, we're tourists... the worse that happens is we get bitten by a vampire or something. And we already bought the vampire insurance."
"What if they leave footprints on the roof of the car?"
"It's a rental... besides, we got the Psychotic Car Surfer insurance too. Let's just keep going and pretend she's not there."
Rage rode off towards Bass'ken lake.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:39 pm
As quickly as it came the massive T flew off.
"ALLLLLLLWAYYYYYYSSSSS DRRRRRINNNNK YER MIIIIILLLLLLKKKK!"
Leaving the armoured men to do as they will.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:01 pm
"Ugh." Gamma grunted. Obviously.
"What the ******** was that?"
Standing slowly, he recalled something pinning him to the ground suddenly. That b***h had got away, and his adrenaline rush hadn't eased off yet. The pain from the fire released endorphins into his system among other chemicals to try and balance the pain. This kicked the last few pegs out from under Gamma.
"Damnit!" Shouting he charged a streetlight.
Clang.
Gamma's hand hurt suddenly, so he did it again.
Clang. Clang.
Twice more. Not coherent enough to use the armor's gauntlet to cradle the impact and spare his hand, he decided the pole looked better dented halfway through. Sturdy metal, that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:03 pm
Gammu was slightly confused by the strange events but training kicked in and pushed all outside thoughts away as he consulted the HUD of his suit. There were no signs of any hallucigenics in his system or in the atmosphere about him. Opening the comm to Gamma, "If we have what we saught, perhaps we should move back to where it was we were first told."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:18 pm
"Maybe I should hunt that b***h down and collect her head. Gamma said humorlessly, still riding the surge of stimulants. Going back to where he dropped his rifle, he spotted his broken tusk on the ground. A hand immediately shot a hand up to his external jaw and felt the nub where the tusk had once ******** bullet couldn't do that. A sword did?" He asked in genuine wonder with a mix of day dreaming. Day dreaming of pulling a chunk out of her jaw, then showing it to her.
Gamma grabbed his rifle while taking a few moments to think of the best way to removed a piece of a human mandible without inducing shock or unconsciousness. These few moments let the chemical imbalance drop from his brain.
As if by silent agreement, he walked towards Gammu.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:27 pm
When Gamma was less then three meters, or five feet roughly, away Gammu felt as though some unseen force of nature lifted him off his feet. The only thing comparable would be the training with the Guilty units he had gone through, and what a beating they could hand out. Flying back all five hundred pounds armour and all he landed roughly on his feet thanks in most due to the breif flare up of his jets. Otherwise he would have landed flat on his back.
Feeling as though something was coming up his throat he bit back the urge to throw up and was glad nothing was in his stomach. Shaking his head he looked at Gamma, "Let's not do that again." Thinking for a moment his mind wonder what had caused the strange effect, it was rather like when Gamma had reached for the item the first time. Perhaps they were of the same pollar charge and thus repelled each other.
No scans of magnetism showed on his HUD so he had to file it down as something strange yet probably provable in some future experiment. Perhaps Monarchy and Radio would be the better test subjects.
Shaking his head he motioned to Gamma to move to the north. Oblivious to the fact that he was glowing red as his head cleared. Though he did notice Gamma glowing orange in addition to the pink. "What the ******** is going on here?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:36 pm
********>" If that streetlight could laugh, it'd be laughing now. The throw had tossed him back into the post he had just been beating on moments before. Except now it was totally bent to the side since Gamma's whole mass was with that hit.
Rolling onto all fours, he saw orange glowing from his armor now. This was nuts. Standing he openned the launcher slide in a habitual reloading session. Eight slugs fired. A gas grenade slid in and was chambered.
"Let's just go already." They went north, back to the lake.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:47 pm
From the west came the sacred minivan.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:48 pm
And from the gate the minivan cruised on towards the Lake o' Bass'ken. It was a sexy minivan.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:49 pm
You only WISH that you could see Lazenca, that marvelous blur of black, the magestic and huge wolf sprinting across the lands.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:52 pm
GOING!
Going!
gone fishin'.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 1:12 pm
This place again, Gammu thought as he came into it. Moving upon his armoured legs he was moving at a quick jog. The location was getting closer and it was only a quadrant off his course. Gamma would be catching up soon if he didn't take his time.
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