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 Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:29 am
Eripse scratches her head.
Well, we have problems then. I'm not superwoman. Your looting and s**t ain't my problem. And I don't do teams."
Her words are simple and to the point. She'd seen burning wreckage on her roof-hopping. Turning, she'd wave the shotgun at them. "I'll get back to you when I whack something worthy." She murmurs loud enough for them to hear, heading back out the door and taking to the air.
Sighting Gareth along her shotgun, dragging the bound Synth, She'd plug him in the upper back with a rubber-shot, clipping her wings and bulleting to the earth, landing with a crack to the street. Raising, she ignores her slightly bleeding knee, and most likely split knee cap. If the kid was hindered by the shot, She'd approach him, surveying His capture with something of a sigh. "******** Synths. I hate these things... Totally out of my park. They cook nice though..." Nudging Gareth with a boot if given the chance, she'd speak. "Who are you, kid?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 1:27 am
Gareth, being a bit busy with his load, barely notices the encroaching person...barely. Some sixth sense warns him that there is another person here, and he whirls around with his blade laid flat on his left forearm. The rubber slug ricochets off the blade with a bell-like tone, but hits with a force bound to leave a nasty bruise. Gareth ignores the pain and instead focuses on the enigmatic figure who starts chattering away as though attempting to knock someone senseless was a daily habit.
Gareth: Like I've got room to talk... "I'm not answering anything until you tell me...what the f*$&ing h#&^ is your problem?!"
That didn't come out how Gareth intended it to. Ah well. He's pissed, and has every right to be.
Gareth: "Have I become one of Gaia's Most Wanted? Or are you with unconscious b&$#&^* here?"
He motions at the prone form of the synthetic. Gareth knows that making such an assumption was not only dumb, but downright deadly, as the stranger had admitted great dislike of synthetics and was less likely to aid their cause. He could care less. He's pissed, and sometimes sheer anger aided people in talking too much to either calm the anger or suppress it with their own.
((NOTE: As I've already moved him from Aekea to FELD safely, Gareth's got to survive somehow, beaten up or otherwise...that or I'll have to go delete some posts...))
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:04 am
(No worries, he's not gonna get beat up. biggrin )
Eripse was impressed, at the deflection.
"One, none of your business. No, I'm not with him. No, you're not wanted. You're the one that ******** with the Radio Station. I'm here to handle these." She nudges the Synth with a taloned toe, Leveling her shotgun at it's head. "Stupid things, really. They defy laws placed for a reason."
"Again, who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 10:49 am
Still smarting both mentally and physically from the attack, Gareth decides to tell as little as possible. Despite the small emotional eddy of relief at not being on the Wanted List or not having to fight this stranger, he's mainly suspicious of said stranger.
Gareth: "People call me Gareth." I hope that's enough to satisfy the shotgunner...
Then he consciously realizes where Eripse is aiming the shotgun. He grins and makes a "have-at-it" gesture.
Gareth: "If you blow the f*$&in' syntho's brains out, he won't be of much use to the police interrogaters, now will he?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 5:32 pm
Eripse would c**k a brow, and then huff. "Police won't be any good with him." She'd kick the Synth in the ribs.
"I'm taking him. What'd you do to him?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:23 pm
Gareth decides to keep with giving as little information as possible. Heck, it's how he normally lived life. He shrugs as he responds...
Gareth: "Neck pressure point. Not a sleeper hold, but close enough."
He shakes his head when the realization that the woman in front of him would be taking the synthetic into custody hit him fully.
Gareth: "You with the government...hey, what is your name? I was too busy avoiding being shot to ask."
He grins mischeviously as he waits for a response...
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:23 pm
Eripse shakes her head.
"I'm not with the government. I'm a merc, doing clean up for a friend. And you can call me Bird."
She says this simply, giving the Synth another annoyed kick.
"Stupid things. How anyone can put themselves in one is beyond me."
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 8:51 pm
Gareth nods once.
Gareth: "Right. Well, I've gotta split."
He turns on his heel and walks away, his steps echoing in the alleyways as he walks. On his way past a dumpster, he snags a recent (and decently clean) copy of the Aekean newspaper and scans the want ads. His eyes light on an advert for some company called FELD.
Gareth: Mechs, eh? This deserves some investigation...
With a grin, Gareth presses onwards with the purpose of finding a map...
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 10:57 pm
(Love your outfit change~)
Eripse shrugged at him, and propped the Synth up, against a car, contemplating it quietly.
"a*****e." She murmurs at the unconscious prosthetic body, before kicking it again. She seems slightly grumpy.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 10:04 am
((Thanks.))
Gareth is a good distance away from Eripse. Maybe a block, block and a half. It's doubtful that he heard Eripse's comment...but why else would he be giving her the finger as he strides off?
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:13 pm
Eripse hadn't been calling Gareth an a*****e. sad Not hardly. She was talking to the unconscious Synth. Grumble Grumble.Quote: Produce Flame Evocation [Fire] Level: Drd 1, Fire 2 Components: V, S Casting Time: 1 standard action Range: 0 ft. Effect: Flame in your palm Duration: 1 min./level (D) Saving Throw: None Spell Resistance: Yes Flames as bright as a torch appear in your open hand. The flames harm neither you nor your equipment. In addition to providing illumination, the flames can be hurled or used to touch enemies. You can strike an opponent with a melee touch attack, dealing fire damage equal to 1d6 +1 point per caster level (maximum +5). Alternatively, you can hurl the flames up to 120 feet as a thrown weapon. When doing so, you attack with a ranged touch attack (with no range penalty) and deal the same damage as with the melee attack. No sooner do you hurl the flames than a new set appears in your hand. Each attack you make reduces the remaining duration by 1 minute. If an attack reduces the remaining duration to 0 minutes or less, the spell ends after the attack resolves. This spell does not function underwater. And so, with burning hands, She'd attempt to wake the sad piece of hardware, removing his boots and cooking his toes with a face something along the lines of the boredom associated with cooking a simple meal. Mmmm, Hot dogs.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:00 pm
We come to you live from to the first debate of the West Fall Republics first National elections. These elections are of monumental importance, as they will determine the future course of the Republic, and indeed if the Western Republic should exist at all as a seperate nation. Let's have a breif overveiw of the candidates eleigable to participate in this town hall style debate." The Candidates Election West Fall 2007: Candidate: Natalie Slatsky Known Info: A military anaylist recently retired from the Ymiristani army. She is aggresive on defense issues and sees disarmament as a bad move for the republic. See's a need for the Republic to take military action to help contain St. Aggripina. She has recently made it known that she wants the pentagon to be taken from Yaits Corp, nationalized, and made into the military HQ for Western Republic. Favors the absorption of refugees into West Fall City. Favors paying down the national debt and military programs over social programs. Her campaign plays off of the recent undead invasion and the Aggripina threat. For the reoccupation of the much of Barthavos. Status: Front Runner. (Poll 37%) Age: 46 Appearance: Graying brown hair and a little dark under the eyes. Wears a grey profesional office skirt and coat with a white blouse. Looks older than her age, and always seems to be frowning Height: 5'7 Party: Western Nationalist ~~~~~~~~~ Candidate Candidate: Cynthia Herm Known Info: A preistess of the Charitable Order. She favors bold social programs to assist refugees and the poor of Western Republic. She is against any military action concerning Aggripina, and has proposed major cutbacks on defense spending. Favors independence for Western Gaia, but supports negotions with Gaia for a permanent peace treaty. Against any reoccupation of the Barthavos Desert. Supports open borders policy to bring in setlers from other lands. Wants negotiations with GR to allow synthetics the right to come to WR. Appearance: Long black hair, green eyes, wears white robes with purple design patterns. Status: Runner up (Poll 23%) Age: 29 Party: Charitable Order ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Candidate: Delta Manning Known Info: Wealthy businesswoman, owner of two once succesful casinos now destroyed by the invasion. Supports disbanding the Western Republic and remerging with the Gaia republic. Supports the demolition or unconditional handover handover of the pentagon. Demands full disclosure of National Defense activities conducted there. Demands full disarmanent of the former Ymiristani armed forces. Status: Runner up (12%) Appearance: Short curly hair dyed blonde. An older woman with plenty of wrinkles and laugh lines despite the obvious botox treatments. Age: 69 Party: Reunification ~~~~~ Candidate: Helen Yaits Known Info: Former attendant to Edward Yaits the III. Is more aggresive than the national party on defense issue. She constantly evokes the memory of EYIII and what he did for the city. Favors changing the name of the city back to the original Yaits city. Has a cult of followers who seem to regard Yaits as a god and hHlen Yaits as his prophet. Yaits favors ending the democracy and establishing a new dictatorship based around the cult of Yaits. Had her last name legally changed to Yaits. Most likely mentally unstable. Status: Barely Noticeable (7%) Appearance: Short hair colored salt and pepper, wears black rimmed glasses. She wears a men's business suit tailored to her heavy build when she is out campaigning. Age: 56 Party: Yaits After awhile all the commentary was ended and the deabate started. "They are begining opening statements now, Cynthia Herm of the Charitable Order Party will speak first."
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:24 am
A man, most would mistake for a boy, watched the half broken tv and the announcement of new leadership candidates with half slitted eyes, before blinking and pushing the heavy grocery bag higher up against his chest. A scarf twined around his features and trailed down the back of his long jacket.
It was a cold autumn day in the south end of Aekea, and Maer was making his way home to a much shabbier establishment then the one he'd last vacated.
His eyes were still the bright indigo that were naturally his own, but dark black locks now got in the way as a breeze blew in. It had only been a couple of days since he'd been given the little room above the local mechanics, and already he mourned the loss of Durem. Sure that had been a dirty city, with even dirtier happenings, but Aekea was downright stifling. Exhaust fumes hung in a permenant curtain over most of the place, and even the gas mask he had didn't totally filter out the smell.
Or stop those pretty eyes from watering.
Getting home intact, he leaned against the door for a moment before depositing the groceries on a shelf. He could still feel the pull like an ache.
General had spoken of people here that could help with that. And he wasn't quite sure what that had entailed. So far he hadn't had any contact with anyone. All questions of a buisness like the one that he'd left had been laughed off.
He slumped in the beat up chair and took the scarf and mask off. A pile of mail in front of him to sort through.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 9:56 am
Eripse quickly grew bored of cooking the Synth's toes, and would extinguish her hands with a hasty flick, before dragging him up, up, up! Yes, believe it or not, she had the strength and wingspan to carry the extra weight of another person. She'd backtrack with her toy, to the RI Building, dropping him roughly into the street, from a small height, before touching down and walking to the doors. Screw formalities. She'd been in before, naught but a good fourty minutes, She assumed she'd be welcomed back easily.
"I got a brain out there for you to hack at. Give me more about this team."
This is stated openly to the first authority figure she finds.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 12:14 pm
Well, she did run into the security chief for Aekea's RI location. So yeah, that was a good sign. He raised an eyebrow and said, "And... why should I care, exactly?" he asked with a distasteful frown. Rude, wasn't she?
"You just dump someone outside and expect us to take care of it? If you have a suspect to the hostage situation that was... quite hastily resolved by an outside party, as far as I can tell, you might want to take it to the actual police. Though I'd be skeptic as well to what they'd be able to do about it- they're getting understaffed from all these riots.
However... if you're talking about Special Operations, I can direct you to the commander for those guys for this building. This way," he said as he started walking towards the interior of the building.
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