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 Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:45 pm
Nymeria pointed her tool at the Gifted that had slamed in front of her. "You are the one they are talking about on the box. I see you took care of the locks and the alarms and even our intercom that looks like it hasn't been replaced in fifty years." She was praying that he didn't know that her tool wasn't a weapon. It could be used like a club, but no more.
Ana glared down at new person that had just crept up from behind. Her eyes glowed red from her perch on the wall of the tunnel. "And who are you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:49 pm
.: Sorry, where are you? I'm currently in a room on the second floor. Are you in the room? Because if you are, it makes it much more fun! :.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:16 pm
((I hope I am as I'm pointing a neuclear powered screw driver at your heart...))
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:25 pm
.: Right then. I was confused for a moment. On with the show. :.
"Oh. Wrong room, I see."
Desruc weakly flexed his mind out to open the door, but it slid back almost instantly. He was too tired, and he hurt all over.
"Put the thing down."
Aching, he put his hand inside his blazer and drew out his pistol again.
"Seriously, I can probably fire faster than you can try to hit me with that, and even then, it won't do you much good to do so. Now, we can't out of here until I'm fully recovered, so you might want to calm down. Have a friendly chat."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:31 pm
Nym twirled her tool and put it back in the hoister on her pants. "You are so lucky I'm just a tech support." She looked down at her pleather clothes. "And not dressed appropriately for battle."
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:42 pm
"I can see that."
Desruc lowered his gun and closed his eyes, tilting his head back until it hit the door slightly.
"Look, I'm really tired right now, and I hurt all over, so please be nice, at least until we get out?"
Opening one golden eye, he looked at her.
"Tech support, huh? For the computer man, I'm guessing?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 8:03 pm
"The boy looked at the beast."Name's Raiden, And you are?"He replied.'You choose odd company.'He thought to Miko and sighed."no I haven't seen him, or his little friend Dark, thank god."He said.While Raiden made sure to pray on agents and other...unwanted guests,Dark had a monstrous blood lust. He looked back to the beast, then to the girl, then to the boy."We'll get you some new clothes."He told him.The refugees all gave a little to keep them all alive.Raiden happened to be the one that was on the surface most often, whether it was to feed, or to getting food for the others he usually did it.His little refuge was pretty well known to the unwanted children.abut they had all kept it hidden pretty well.After all the room that they stayed in had lead beams supporting it.It was perfect, it blocked the scanners from seeing them unless they went to far away from the room.But most everyone knew to stay close.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 8:47 pm
The monstrosity glared down. "Ana. I'm known in the Underground as the Beast though."
Nym frowned. "Computer man? Oh yeah. That prototype thing that the old man gave my phone number to. And what do you mean by we?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 8:50 pm
Miko seemed to sigh. You know he can't help it. Besides, when he's Elwood, he's not that bad. He brought his hands to his pockets, but turned when he heard a familiar voice.
"Newcomers? As if we don't have enough." Elwood laughed, brushing his hair out of his blood red eyes. "They just seem to increase as the Agents get pushier." He extended his hand. "Name's Elwood. I help run Haven with Raiden." He turned. "Find anything Miko?" No. Sorry.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 8:58 pm
The monster's face wrinkled. "Yes and what a lovely place you have here. As much as I would like to muck about with Sewer Gifted, I need to get back to my pad. I have some contracts to fill."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:51 am
"Uh, me and you? At the very least, out of this room. Then, when I start running, you can pounce on me and say you captured me or something, and you're some great hero, and I get shoved in a cell yet again. Unless they're stupid enough to send computer man. Then it's pretty much this all over."
Desruc clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shouldn't have mentioned the last bit."
Stretching, he then put the gun away, making sure to put the safety on.
"It's not like I can kill anyone with what I do. I dun see why they want to capture me."
Strolling over to the desk, he sat at the computer, twitched the mouse, and sighed, putting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin on his hands.
"And it has to be logged in to boot, so I can't get what I want."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 7:31 am
Nym's eyebrows knitted. "You are a hacker?" She started muttering in another reason. "And they want all Gifted. No matter what they do."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:25 am
"I guess you could call me a hacker of sorts. I'd outline what I can do for you, but that serves of no benefit to me. If you'd care to know, I'm in programming."
Desruc beamed with pride.
"Pays pretty well, and really easy to do. I'd be a great guy to have around, honestly, but noooo. I mean, I wouldn't accept, most likely. Not until he was dead."
The gifted practically spat 'he' out, his expression hardening.
"Anywho. I should be fine in a minute or two, and then we can get out. I do feel a little bad for computer man. I'm sure having your parts disabled twice in a row is as embarassing as me being pulled from a computer when I'm in it is painful."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:32 am
Nym rolled her eyes as the Gifted just rambled on. "Alright fine. You are so lucky that I am not certified and any of this."
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:38 am
"Oh, sorry. I know I have a tendency to talk too much. A lot of machines are chatterboxes, surprisingly. Right, now."
Desruc got up from the desk and rested a hand on the door, noting how much easier it was now to use his gift. There was a soft click as the combination lock was undone.
"Nice meeting you. Gotta run, though."
He whipped the door open and immediately bolted down the hall, ripping open the door to the stairs. Charging down the steps to the first floor, he opened it and slid through, running for the exit.
Hopefully there won't be too many gaurds...She was kinda cute, though...NO! BAD DESRUC!
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