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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 12:15 am
Mutt's face became crestfallen, tilting his head to the side whilst he flicked up his wrist to examine his gleaming watch. Stumbling with his gun, he shoved it into the holster at his side, barely remembering to flick the safety switch on with a resounding click. Allison's hand then slipped into his, warm and with a touch of moistness that made her petite hand smooth and send an odd elation through him, causing invisible needles to gently prickle across the perimeter of his skin. Whisking Mutt through the corridors Allison led him through the deep dank air of the Highwind, the breeze that she caused in her passage whipped Mutt's golden hair like a banner upon a weathered battlement, soon however a door, larger than the others barred the way to the Mess Hall.
Allison placed a pale finger on her rosebud lips and whispered clandestinely to him "Okay.. so Logan's already in there and announcements should be starting soon. We have to be quick." Mutt nodded his assent causing Allison to grasp his calloused hand once again as they both slipped into the cafeteria, alerting only a small group of infants to their presence. Giggling the children pointed and laughed at them both, causing Mutt to glance at the elder rebels around them to see if their tinkling innocent laughter had revealed their presence to anyone else. None seemed to have noticed and so the two late attendees continued on, until Allison led Mutt to a sheltered table, with herself disappearing into the aromatic but confined kitchen. Allison returned shortly after, with two steaming bowls in her hands, whilst her face showed several different emotions causing the corners of Mutt's lips to tug upwards into a cheeky smirk. Allison however merely smiled, her cheeks still pleasantly powdered with the exertion of their exercise and excitement. "Here..it smells really good." Mutt thanked Allison quietly as she slid into her seat next to him, both of their attentions were then immediately drawn up to Logan clambering onto a table with a new woman in hand, quite literally. The name Lynn sparked a jolt of excitement in Mutt, now he could put the name to a face, and the suspicions to a person. His excitements however was soon turned into the addictive hormone adrenaline, which raced in his blood at the proclamation of a raid. A chorus of approval met Logan, and soon he climbed down from the table, the woman trailing behind with some indescribable emotion swimming in her eyes.
Not long after, the Mess Hall's mood changed from elation to a hushed quiet as two verbal combatants took the stage for the rebel's entertainment. Sin and Rosen were tossing verbal daggers at each-other, promising the escalation of a physical conflict. Mutt saw Allison's eyes well up with a hard wrath and rage as she observed the scene, to the extent of nearly standing up to end the fight herself. Logan however beat her to it and dismissing them both to different areas, Allison calmed and faced Mutt, declaring "If you must know.. I was so angry before because of him. But, I'll get over it, I have to now that we're going on a raid" pausing she added; "And.. of course I will teach you how to read..as soon as you want me to."
Mutt nodded taking a sip of his flavorsome soup as he did "Well that explains it, I know how close you are to Rosen." Mutt readjusted the ice on his chest, opting to take it off and leave it on the table as the swelling had gone down dramatically, Mutt smiled, pleased, and stretched out his long thin legs under the table. "But the raid should be good, at least we can get out of this damned ship once in a while, I hate being cooped up in here...and thanks for helping me y'know with the whole reading thing." Mutt paused and inclined his head towards the kitchen adding "and don't tell him, or anyone else for that matter." Mutt added smiling, taking another spoonful of soup. Grating and cacophonous a loud sound ripped through the Hall, Mutt and the other Rebel's turned to discover that the sound was Brynn, the fiery red head held in her hand a katana that was flashing in silver streaks through the tables with a ferocity that ebbed on the edges of insanity. Mutt glanced at Allison, she too was watching the destruction at hand, "What should we do, it's not safe to go near her?" Mutt's mind whirled with wonderings, what caused such a reaction? Mutt didn't know enough about the woman, but if it was at all connected to their new arrival, it warranted further investigation.
((edited to include Pearl's post, sorry I forgot about the post whilst I was typing sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 7:48 pm
((I'm not trying to be a**l about it, but just to let you know what both Brynn's swords, Luminescence and Guardian, look like, here's a link. They're shaped like this but are gunmetal gray instead of white. This would be Luminescence.))
http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o78/FoxAnime/angel_wing01-1.jpg
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 3:43 pm
((Sorry everyone I am going to post asap. I have been busy with being sick and all then i had Megacon this weekend but I am able to post now so I should get it done with in a day or two.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:14 pm
((Ditto.. I've been sick and catching up on relentless schoolwork. I'll post when I can. Most likely tomorrow.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 2:20 am
Sigma sat there listening to Logan's announcements when Dion leaned over and started talking to him, but in a low whisper as to avoid getting told off by Logan.
“No problem. You, Demi, and I will head over after dinner. Um.....after Demi and I.......switch places... What have I done?"
You've given your sister an opportunity to show her skills and let her have some freedom while proving to Logan that she's independent and not frail/weak. P.S. Thanks for the training help... You may want to wear a helmet. Sigma tore this off and passed it over to Logan once Logan finished his announcements. When Logan stated the time of the raid, Sigma thought to himself,
1 a.m., this, that's only seven hours from now. Train, eat, sleep... not a lot of time. Sigma needed all the time he could get, and he knew that. Wasting no time in sprinting to the training or practice area, he launched from the cafeteria out into the hall and about three feet in, he spotted it was packed with rebels still walking to their rooms, talking ecstatically about the raid. Feeling no need to wait for this crowd to disperse, he jumped up and over them onto a wall, and broke into a wall run. Running above them, he passed all the rebels quickly and kicked himself off the wall, forwards. Bending into a dive motion, he landed (about two inches in front of the first rebel mind) and rolled, then continued on to the training room.
Well, at least I know I can still do the wall roll. Sigma entered the training room finding it empty. He didn’t need any practice with guns; he dis-liked their use any way. Killing wasn’t his thing, although, he was partial to breaking necks if need be. Because there was no-one in the shooting range, therefore, no chance of him getting shot, Sigma practiced his *front-flip by doing it over the counter where shooters stood behind when doing target practice and started throwing punches and kicks at the nearest dummy he saw. He trained on his form and technique for about twenty minuets with the dummy, and he only stopped because some other rebels entered the room and clearly wanted to shoot. He compensated for his form practice loss and practiced his movement and acrobatics instead. He preformed wall-runs, *wall-rolls, *wall-flips, back-flips, front-flips, *landing-rolls, and a number of other moves. He stayed on these for his forty remaining minuets and quit when Dion walked in.
Now sweaty and breathing heavy, Sigma called him over. Dion walked over to Sigma and was handed a helmet, a mouth guard, and arm guards. Dion put them on, but held a confused look on his face. Sigma held up a finger to signify to Dion, “hold up.” He took out his notebook, and wrote down, Well, I’m going to be attacking you and I don’t want to hurt you so... that's what the gear's for. Just signal me when you’re ready. Oh, and as I’m training on you, not with you, your job is to basically block and evade my attacks. Not to fight back.[/b-] He handed this to Dion who read it, discarded it, then signaled for Sigma to start. Sigma nodded and came at him, full speed. He ducked down and brought both his fist and his body up into an uppercut. Dion, having almost no time to react had attempted a block, but he wasn’t fast enough and the fist came crashing into his chin. The chin guard on the helmet took most of the damage while the mouth guard absorbed the rest. Dion was tossed into the air very slightly, and when he came back down, he staggered back slightly with a look on his face. Not really a describable one, just a look that displayed shock. Sigma held up his finger again, pulled out his notebook, and scrawled, Sorry, needed to test that. Punches and kicks only from now on. Oh and watch the walls, I like to jump off those. He held this up for Dion to read and when he finished, the signal was given again. Sigma came at Dion with a flurry of quick punches. Dion blocked them all and waited for Sigma to attack again, as was custom in sparring to wait before launching another combo. Sigma came in with more punches and a couple kicks, backing Dion closer to the wall. This combo-wait-combo went on for a good while, and Sigma was getting weary of the time. He figured he could fight ground-ground battles fine now, so there was one thing he needed to test still against a human. Sigma continued his action of pushing Dion into a wall, and when he was close enough, Sigma ended his combo, waited, then ran at the wall. He wall-ran behind Dion and launched himself. Dion, however, wasn't to caught off by Sigma's wall stunt as he had been warned previous to the fight, so he turned around barley in time and moved to the side, evading Sigma's attack. Sigma, expecting to collide with something, was caught off guard that Dion dodged rather than blocked, so he compromised and used his momentum to do a handspring, saving him from injury. He stood up, looked at Dion, and made a slash motion across his neck with his fingers. Dion understood the "kill/stop" signal and started removing all the safety gear.
When Dion returned from putting back all the equipment and washing the mouth guard, he was met with a note, and when he finished reading Good session. We’ll have to go longer something with you fighting back. Well, I should be good for this raid. I'm gonna go take care of a number of things so, I'll see you technically tomorrow. Oh, two things, one, either you and Demi come to my room at around 00:35, or I'll come meet you at 00:45 at your room. You know, organization and grouping and what not. Two, if I can help it, I won't let Demi out of my sight for the entire raid. Sigma was gone.
Instead of being in the training room, he was headed off to his room to shower. He used odorless soap, shampoo, deodorant, everything. In fact, when he was clean and wearing his new attire (a black T-shirt, solid black button up, and blue jeans), the only part of him that had a scent on him was his minty breath due to toothpaste. He also took the time to set out the clothes he would change into before the raid, which was a mottled dark grey hoodie sweater, a dark grey pair of sweat pants, black gloves, and black socks. The only thing left on his list before sleeping was grabbing something to eat. He headed out towards the kitchen, careful to make sure he wasn't being followed, or even watched. He didn't go to the kitchen much, even when food was being regularly served. He tended to show up for dinner only and if any of the rebels who slightly knew him saw he was headed there now, they might get suspicious and then he would be out of luck for food. He figured the kitchen would be empty by now seeing as he was in there about two hours ago and people had already started clearing when he left. His only hope was that Travis or Chef wasn't still in there, because if they weren't, he could sneak in the back and steal a bit of food before they left.
He opened the door slowly, and he breathed a sigh of relief that it was, indeed, entirely vacant. He made his way over to the back quietly, and entered. Looking around as he went to make sure he was alone, he started towards some cupboards he had noticed and, upon opening them, he saw there were a couple boxes that contained mystery contents as far as his knowledge went, but he also noticed a sleeve of crackers kind of tucked towards the back. Seeing this, he gave a very small, short, and quiet victory, "Hell yeah." He pulled them out of the cupboard and started to open them as quietly (well, as quietly as one can open a sleeve of crackers) as possible. Eating one by one, he went slowly as to avoid any noise he could prevent. Within about ten to fifteen minutes, he had devoured them all, and was now on the hunt for liquid. He crumpled up the wrapper that contained the crackers and stuffed it into his pocket as he slowly went over to the fridge to search its belongings. When he opened it, the suction made a sound that caused him to flinch and look around before he continued to make sure no one was alerted by this; perhaps a sneaky person trying to see what he was doing or maybe just someone still hanging around that he had missed. Seeing no one, Sigma looked inside and saw some cans, boxes, and a few bottles containing some different colored liquids that Sigma did not want to test. Disappointed, Sigma started to close the door, but then he saw a quart of milk near the back, and it was almost empty; about ¾ was gone.
“Sweet.” Sigma said quietly as he pulled it out and drained it immediately. Closing the milk, Sigma closed the fridge and scanned the room for any means of waste disposal; it didn’t take him long. He deposited the milk container and fled from the kitchen, feeling a bit better now that he had some food in him. It was to his good fortune that he encountered no one on the way back to him room and entered in his own special way with no eyes following, or at least, as far as he knew. The less people that see you, the less questions you have the possibility of being asked.
He walked over to his clock next to his bed and turned his alarm for 00:20. Stripping his top two layers and glasses, he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
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*Front-Flip: An ariel move where one tucks into a roll while either stationary or moving and flips to the direction in front of him/her. Used mainly for jumping narrow areas or dodging tall attacks.
*Wall-Roll: A maneuver that is preformed after a wall-run. The user pushes them-self off the wall in any direction, and rolls on the ground to minimize or neutralize impact/fall damage.
*Wall-Flip: A maneuver that uses a wall to preform a flip. The user either runs up the wall and back-flips off, or jumps onto a wall, kicks off immediately, and does a flip to one side. Both are useful for dodging and changing direction quickly.
*Landing-Roll: A roll that is done when one makes contact with the ground after jumping from a high distance in order to minimize or neutralize impact/fall damage.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 7:18 pm
((( Waiting for Bells to post )))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 9:23 pm
[[um hello? does anyone exist anymore... this is kind of annoying... I've been waiting over a month for a reply... I feel like a dumb person.. that is being ignored... so umm yeah BUMP! ]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:28 pm
Wind warrior of Peace [[um hello? does anyone exist anymore... this is kind of annoying... I've been waiting over a month for a reply... I feel like a dumb person.. that is being ignored... so umm yeah BUMP! ]]  The twisted thoughts
Of a subdued mind Sorry everyone has kinda been held up. But I am trying to get things together so we can continue. Bring forth creatures Of a terrifying kind
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 6:30 pm
((I'm checking everyday, so I'll be ready when it gets going again.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 6:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:01 pm
[[Yeah, death of this RP is one of my constant fears too. Hopefully we'll get some new info up soon. In addition, I do have one question. How does a raid work really? Do we just kinda go off into the ship and beat the hell out of everyone if there is no plan to take stuff or... is there some method to it? I guess it would also depend on the raid but I have been curious as to what exactly we do.]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 9:55 pm
((Guys I'll post as soon as it's possible for me..things have been..hectic here. School has been running me raggid... >.>
I'm sorry.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 4:06 pm
I'll work on a post later tonight, and then post tomorrow..
or at least try.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 3:37 pm
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