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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 2:59 pm
Chris Custard "Awww... ok." He let go of her somewhat reluctantly. "Thanks," she breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Then, taking control of herself, "Siat," she said severely. "If you do that ever again you may kiss your balls goodbye. And I really mean it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:01 pm
"If you Saiya so." Another smirk at his wit and Siat went to get a drink, expecting her to follow.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:05 pm
Chris Custard "If you Saiya so." Another smirk at his wit and Siat went to get a drink, expecting her to follow. She kicked herself, half out of frustration at her own utter stupidity, half out of frustration of a different kind, and then followed, limping slightly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:13 pm
"You want a drink?" He pulled out a bottle of apple juice and started drinking from it, leaving the fridge door wide open to display a variety of beverages (non-alcoholic, of course) and a few things to eat.
"Just help yourself" He sat at the kitchen table.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:16 pm
Chris Custard "You want a drink?" He pulled out a bottle of apple juice and started drinking from it, leaving the fridge door wide open to display a variety of beverages (non-alcoholic, of course) and a few things to eat. "Just help yourself" He sat at the kitchen table. "Er...thanks." She picked out a bottle of water and closed the door, then turned around and went to the side of the table opposite him. "Hey, uh, Siat?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:19 pm
"Yessum?" Hand through hair, smile.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:24 pm
Chris Custard "Yessum?" Hand through hair, smile. Saiya carefully avoided looking at him, wrapping her hands around the unopened bottle instead. "How come you've decided to help me out like this? It all seems a bit much for just apologizing for throwing pizza on someone's head."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:30 pm
"Because I intend on knocking you out and anally fisting you."
Is something he really wanted to say, just to see how she reacted. Instead, he just shrugged and said. "You seemed nice and like you really needed a helping hand. Plus you didn't beat me up." 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:41 pm
>> MASSIVE DAMAGE TO LEG 3_
>> MINOR DAMAGE TO LEG 4_
>> CHAIN CANNON DISABLED_
Both attackers successfully hit their targets, disabling both the hook cannon and heavily limiting the mobility of the back two legs. The machine forcibly ejected the useless remains of the cannon, the scrap smashing into a nearby window. As the Longlegs desperately clattered in a 360 to face its opponents, the sound of gears was once again heard inside the machine.
The red optic zoomed in and out, until finally finding a view of both assailants.
>> TARGET LOCK x2_
>> LOADING ORDINANCE_
And at that moment the computer calculated that a rack was fed out of the hole the chain cannon once was. The six nubs in the rack looked an awful lot like...
There was a loud firing sound and a cloud around the rack. Yep, they were missiles. And two of them were now flying towards Mr. Wind and Mr. Changebody. The projectiles would bank slightly, but they wouldn't be described as homing missiles by a long shot. No, they didn't have to be accurate.
The minute they got near their targets they exploded into a cloud of shrapnel.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:49 pm
Chris Custard "Because I intend on knocking you out and anally fisting you." Is something he really wanted to say, just to see how she reacted. Instead, he just shrugged and said. "You seemed nice and like you really needed a helping hand. Plus you didn't beat me up." 3nodding She cocked her head to one side. "Why would I have beaten you up?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:00 pm
"...besides hitting you in the head with a slice of pizza?" He stared blankly at her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:07 pm
Chris Custard "...besides hitting you in the head with a slice of pizza?" He stared blankly at her. "Well, yes, but it's not something to beat anyone up for. Not when you can guilt them into sharing the rest, anyways." She smiled sunnily.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:16 pm
"Losing half a pizza is nothing to compared to luring them into your house and then cuddling them." He smiled back, just as sunnily.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:43 pm
Evan grimaced. Wonderful! So this was a most interesting development. That eye was irritating- it was just about time to take that out as well...
That said, Evan got a move on. Homing or not, the missiles were not a problem. Before the missile reached him, Evan gathered his strength, crouching low for a moment before leapng a good thirty feet into the air- high enough to have the projectile go straight under him. With that, he positions himself so that he points head first, straight at the eye...
And pushes his legs out behind him.
Thing is, he shot fowards.
The reason? A temporary pillar of air pressure that was formed by the Gale Force Greaves- the ornately carved silver shin guards that Evan usually wore. And with that, as soon as he got within range of the robotic eye, he stabbed forward.
Then again, range was such a different concept for someone like Evan. He was a good two feet away still when the four foot long blade shot forward- not even enough to pierce the camera.
The whole damn thing would be destroyed anyway... because the blade was not the only thing behind the attack! Quote: Heaven Piercer- Tsuki (forward stab to the throat, windpipe, or chest) that takes a bit of time to reel back. The blade is pulled back, and the practitioner begins to focus. When the desired point of focus has been reached, take one step forward and thrust forward. Along with the powerful stab, the gathered energy is projected, acting as a giant needle and an effective short or long range attack. Can be done while airborne for an air-to-ground attack, as a normal aerial manuver, or as an anti-air attack from the ground.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 2:50 pm
Chris Custard "Losing half a pizza is nothing to compared to luring them into your house and then cuddling them." He smiled back, just as sunnily. "Actually, I thought perhaps you might be one of those perverts they're forever going on about on the radio. But if you were, I think you'd be trying for a bit more than a cuddle." she unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip. "And you don't exactly fit the profile. Most of 'em seem to be well past their prime of life."
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