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 Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 5:18 am
Pestilence scoffed, he didn't think she would? Oh he didn't know her at all. And what was that about military tactics? This guy didn't have that much muscle to look like he knew any of that stuff. "Are you saying that I'm dumb? I get enough of that without you adding to it boy-o! You little tactics are probably as wussy as you are!" her voice almost seemed to come out like a hiss.
"You shouldn't lose ever! Unlike you, I'VE never lost!" this was of course a lie. When she had been a bit younger, she had taken a rather bat beating from a certain purple butt-faced dragon. Oh, but she'd get her revenge.
The masked female shook her head. "Listen here, idiot! The fact that you claim to be able to make robots is interesting enough. -I still want you dead though." Her ears shot up, as the wind gently passed, blowing her hair into her face. "I've been trained well! -By my father. He's a mercenary, AND has been paid off not to fight before! As such, being trained by him, means that I've oviously got skills that you and I'm sure your boyfriend lack! Dragons are stupid, and butt ugly~ And I don't really care for flying. My brother can float, and it's darn annoying! So much easier to shoot things down from the sky, then to make something to try and get to them."
She paused, to listen to what Jack had to say next. "Oh, so you're relationship is one sided? -Are you sure you're not just some creepy stalker? Geeze, I'm glad I'm a girl now. Keeps me safe from your screwy gayness. --Right, the deal." Pestilence, flicked a tiny pebble along the ground before adjusting her mask. "Quit that Heylin side of yours and join my side. If you can make robots, then you might just be what I'm looking for. My uncle wont do it, I respect that, so I need a replacement. Of course, if you wont join then I'll have to kill you now. -AND if you're lying about your tech-yness. Well, then I'll kill you when I find out. -And I ALWAYS find out." the look on her face was less then innocent. Jack was in for trouble, no matter what happened.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 7:17 am
He was actually becoming quite riled up at this point, he slung his arms up and removed his goggles, cleaning them, "No, I wasn't saying that exactly, what I was saying is that I've got a lot of valuable information in my head, and it'd be a shame to have it fall in the wrong paws!"
He sighed, tapping a boot onto the ground, "Mercenary, ay?", he snorted, then his ears pinned to his head, "Yeah, I doubt it! Even if you might have other things that myself and him might not have, it makes no difference!" he snarled, placing a paw on his chest, "Oh, you hate flying, ay? Then your going to love this..."
He sneered, placing his goggles back on his head, securing them tight when he did. He then proceeded to activate his helipack. Within a moment or two, he was hovering about a good foot or so in the air. "....See, there's the funny thing. If I were a stalker, I'd already been dead. He loves me, and I know it. Even if it were in some weird..strange creepy way...Long story, and it's kind of inappropriate," he blushed a bit, placing his paw back behind his head. He blinked at her offer and shook his head. "Nope. I'm set as Heylin...", he paused and smirked, "But..I have worked double on other sides...Catch my drift?"
Nodding, he then added onto his answer, "Really now? Haha, it may take me a few tries at first, since it's been a very long time that I've built something, but I can do it~ Jack Spicer knows how to build a bot~", he then blinked and flickered an ear, "Bah..I don't doubt your ability, you might find out things you shouldn't if you try to stick your nose in my dirt..believe me, there's some stuff not pretty in there.."
'And the worse thing is he's getting back into his.....computer hacking or whatever it was he called it...', Wuya thought, sighing. "You know you make yourself seem like such an a** for that..right?", she muttered into his ear, loud enough for Pez to hear.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 3:23 pm
If Jack was getting riled up, Pestilence certainly didn't notice musch. It was incredibly ovious when she was getting riled up, and she most often was due to her anger issues. This boy? Not so much, his words were weak, as he looked.
"Well it wouldn't fall into the wrong paws if you were DEAD! -And I'm not to sure that what you have in your head is all that valuable." She could simply poke around in there and see for herself, but as she still hadn't gotten her powers to their peek she wasn't going to do it now. The last thing she needed was his voice and stupid memories floating about in her own head.
A brow arched as the male snorted. Was he making fun of her father now? Sure, a lot of people did, since well...he was who he was. Even so, that was unexceptable, but she wasn't here to protect her father's dignity. "It's that attitude that would make you easy prey! Though I have to say! I never thought that you'd talk down to a fellow girl!" Oh she could beat him. Him AND his boyfriend. They'd be such easy kills that they'd make the frogs she blew up look like geniuses.
As he sneered, hovering up into the air, she frowned. Him too? Dark tiped ears, lowered, the sound of his helipack rumbling in her mind. At least it was a device that allowed him to fly, she'd have hated it if he were able to fly without it. "Oh I'm so HAPPY for you." her words dripped with sarcasm. Eyes narrowed, and she curled her tails around her forepaws.
"Inappropriate? -I grew up in an inappropriate household! I doubt your pathetic little story could phase me. --But that isn't the point. Fine, if you think he loves you so be it! Not like I care!" She wasn't getting anywhere talking about this boyfriend of his, not that she intended to stop insulting the two of them.
"-Double sides. I think that counts for a lack of trust, don't you? Unless you plan to spy on your stupid little side for me. Only really answer to my side! If your boyfriend really cares, then I'm sure he'd hate to find you dead! -And I'll give you two tries, I'm told I don't have much patience! Especially for those I don't like! --I'm not afraid of your dirt, boy-o!"
A glance was cast at Wuya, her thoughts had barely made it into Pestilence's head, simply because the female had stoped concentrating. The words were broken up, but she did get 'computer hacking' out of it. A grin curled onto her maw. Snickering she licked her chops, "Blobby doesn't seem to like you much." She knew Wuya's name, she knew the boy's name. She wasn't intending to use either of them anytime soon.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 12:13 am
"Well, your wrong about that kind of..", he muttered, sighing. "You know how those ninjas are! They STEAL info from your dead body! It's like..horrible..", he shuddered, shaking his head. "What the hell. Seriously, I'm a male, do you want me to prove it to you!?", he growled, pinning his ears down. ...He seriously would if he needed to....or really if he were forced to.
"Love that, that tone you do when you speak in sarcasm..Gotta pick it up one of these days..", he snorted, shaking his head. He floated back to the ground, his tails thumping the ground impatiently.
"Really? Hurm...", she was becoming curious upon who her father REALLY was, he rubbed his chin for a moment, before continuing, "Yeah, that's fine that you don't care either..."
"Neh, it's what I do to get by sometimes...But, okay...I'll try my best to please you, oh great maestro.." he smirked, bowing his head to her.
"Oh yes, but, when we were humans, she was a ghost, which explains her form as of now. So, she needed me to get these mystical artifacts for her...", he explained, shrugging.
"I don't because it's true...", she growled softly, rolling her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 5:17 pm
Pestilence rolled her masked eyes, waving a paw nonchalantly. "Pluuuuu-eeesse. Ninjas aren't intelligent enough to steal information from your dead body. -Unless you were stupid enough to have all the important info written down on a paper in your pocket." As if ninjas were that smart. They were just silent, and deadly fighters.
Or so she had heard.
A brow arched momentairly as a unexpressive stare washed over her features. "Prove it to me? -And how to you expect to do that? I doubt you have enough proof to make me think otherwise. --You're such a girl." His ears were pined, and his voice was becoming slightly gruff. He could say all he wanted, do all he wanted, but as long as he acted (and screamed) the way he did. He was a girl.
"Nobody would care if he loves you are not. It doesn't even mean anything. -From what I've seen, love is stupid and makes no sense."
The look on her face lacked moral, but it rarely ever did. A wide, pearly white grin spread across her maw, teeth clamed down tightly as she held back a laugh. "Gizmo. -It's Gizmo. And you better please me. Wont live long if you don't. Not at all."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:59 pm
"They are too! I've seen them do it, too~ They're extremely tricky like that~", he nodded, holding a paw out, sticking his pointer in the air. "Sides, I've only kept info on me once..and it was taken as soon as I had it...No idea how, either.."
"Neh. I have pictures, and the internet's a kind place, if you know what I mean..", he snorted, chuckling. "And I AM NOT!", he whined, pinning his ears down again. "I'm getting SO tired of you doing that to me!", he huffed, crossing his paws.
"Hmm, depends really, if you've REALLY been in true love, or not..If you have, you'd say different..", he closed his eyes and nodded, "Seeing is nothing than what you really know, and what's in your heart."
He opened his eyes and nodded, "Well, ...nice to meet you then, Gizmo..And...Yeah, I'll try to please you as I can..."
'Which might not be long, if he can't keep his strife...' Wuya thought, shaking her head.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:43 am
"You're lying! Ninjas are stupid and powerless. They make good punching bags, however." Not that she had ever gotten to fight a ninja. She would certainly have loved to at some point. Her father had said they were fun to beat up.
Her ears droped, gently brushing against her neck. "You were stupid enough to keep valuable information on your person that could be stolen?! Idiot! -We'll have to change that if you're going to be working for me." If he had done idiotic things like that before, then she'd need to train him. And properly.
At his mention of pictures on internet, her mind automatically shifted to what her father had mentioned about certain images that were put up on the so called 'internet'. "I don't really care about your little pictures. Awfully pervy for a little girl, aren't you?" At this Pestilence laughed, lifting a paw to push back her bangs. "Doing WHAT, girly?"
Love. She'd never felt true love before. She'd never felt love before. Her emotions were blank, save for anger and the occasional streek of excitment and joy for destroying things. "I don't even know what love really is. Lack of emotions and all." she wasn't about to go into detail for the male.
"Oh you better. -I don't want to have to go looking for someone else to do this new job of yours! I simply don't have the time for things like that!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 2:02 am
"Neh, believe me...I got my a** kicked by a really tough ninja once....He murdered me..seriously..", he muttered, twirling his paw in the air. "B'yeah..I know, my bad for that..You try memorizing how to use a LOT of items in about two days time...IT. WAS. SO HARD. And I didn't even get to do it, really.."
"Will you STOP calling me a little girl?!", he shouted at her, flattening his ears, "But...Nyah~ Not my fault there's people drawing fan art of myself...and Chase...doing things...", he shuddered, shaking his head. "THOSE are the real perverts..."
"Really? Fascinating~ Never really met someone missing emotions before~ How do you deal with it?", he asked, tilting his head curiously. "But, meh...Don't worry~ I won't let you down. Seriously...Or least I won't try to..", he muttered, smirking.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:05 am
The masked female grunted, she didn't doubt the pansy had gottne beaten up before. If he had been beaten up by ninjas before then he wasn't very capable of things. Ninjas were supposed to be a type of enemy that one wil skill could defeat very easily. Jack had no skill, no skill at all.
"Murdered you? And yet you're still breathing? I doubt that. -Unless you have powers." Her hidden grey eyes looked him up and down once more. "I doubt you have any powers that are of use. So I don't think he MURDERED you!" Eyes narrowed, as she took a step to the side, flicking her dark tiped tails in his face. "Well I'm sure I'd be capable of something as easy as remembering what something did. -You slow or something?"
Pestilence ran her tongue along her fangs, arching a brow. "Oh? So now it's not your fault? It's everyone else? You must have done something to...make them do things like that. So I doubt they're as pervy as you." she gave him a pat on the cheek, a less the gentle pat, but not as hard as when she had slaped him.
"Poor little baby. --What? How do I deal with it? I...have no idea what you're talking about. If I don't have any -well except for one- then how am I supposed to know how I deal with it? I don't care. -So I don't need to deal with it! It doesn't bother me at all. I just do what I do, and it really does help with my plans. No stupid feelings to distract me. -Most of the time." Emotions seemed an awful lot like a giant burden, with only really one she had less things to worry about. Or she would if she worried.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:58 am
"Yeah, it's kind of a phrase used to say that I was 'beaten horribly'...", Hmm..Deja vu. He felt like he was with Omi at that moment, since the little brat didn't know a thing about slang, "Well, I was being rushed and I was under pressure, I don't work too well in that situation right there.."
"Nyah, I seriously have never...I doubt about my good side though...THAT freak is always all over the old guy...", he muttered, shrugging. The pat did surprise the boy, being of which he flinched upon touch, then opened his eyes.
"...Good reason," he didn't really feel like arguing with her for the moment, since..bah, her wrath was something he pretty much feared. "But..I would like to get started on my job, if you'd mind..", he added, tapping his boot on the ground.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:20 pm
That wasn't ment to be taken literally? Well how was she supposed to know such things. It COULD be taken literally after all. There were plently of people out there that could have said such a thing and ment it literally. There were hundreds of people that could be murdered and survive. She knew there had to be...Though she only really knew one.
"Right. Whatever. -And you can't even do anything when under pressure? Geeze." Was there anything he was capable of doing other then making robots? He needed a lot of work, and she was wondering if he was the right man for the job, she didn't really have a lot of time so he'd have to do. Useless wuss or not.
A pause was held as he mentioned a good side. What was he going on about? "Good side? I didn't know you HAD one of those! I tought it was just the girl side, and the girl side." she snickered, grining at him. The rest of what he had been saying simply seemed to go in one ear and out the next, she didn't really care much about this 'good side' he had mentioned.
A pleased look crossed her features as he flinced as she touched him. Good, so he was trainable. And a fast teach too! Perhaps he wasn't fully hopeless. She was the boss and from the looks of it, he got that point loud and clear. Just what she needed.
"It's a very good reason, too! -And alright then. I'll start you off with something simple at first. Like filing, and putting away my things. Once I can trust you a bit more then maybe you can help me add codes to some of my weapons." Pestilence looked around, before punching his shoulder. "Come on then." she uttered, slowly begining to walk off.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 2:14 pm
"Bah, I kind of can, just..Depends on how much pressure I'm under,", he muttered, rolling his paw in the air. He just stood there and shook his head however, when his paw seemed to just stop moving, oh, he was familiar with being beaten like he did, thanks to everyone on cast of Xiaolin Showdown.
"Yeah, I do. Thanks to the magic of the Ying and/or the Yang Yo-yo's..", he paused and smiled, then it dropped, frowning, "Stop calling me that, I am not a girl..I might act and scream like one sometimes, but I'm not!"
But then, he shrugged, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine with that," he then felt her paw make contact with his shoulder, and winced, rubbing it. "Y..yeah, coming..", he muttered, shaking his head and walking up beside her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:41 am
"You should be able to handle youself under any kind of pressure. You wont survive if you can't!" there was no concern in her voice, she didn't quite care much for his well being. "If you're going to be part of my army then we're going to have to change that." Couldn't have him caving under pressure (unless demanded of course) and messing up the Apocalypse.
She blinked, giving Jack an emotionless stare as he spoke of yo-yos. Seriously, what was he talking about? "Yeah...That's nice. -And you are one. You did just call yourself one, so why can't I?" She probably be calling him one for a long time, so he'd have to get used to it, or she'd just keep punching his shoulder.
She kept a steady pace, glancing back every now and then to make sure he was following. "We can go hang out in my secret shack. I keep my extra stuff there, you can organize them for me. As long as you don't blow anything up. -You would not believe how many things I've accidently blown up. And the things that go BOOM are always really hard to build back too! I'm pretty sure my uncle is getting annoied of me always asking him to help me with things. -I really should start making Amuck help more, he does have those thumbs." he voice trailed of. By the end of that she hadn't been talking to him, simply talking aloud.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 11:01 pm
"Yeah, I know, but, eh..", he shrugged, shaking his head in a weird way, "And..Bah, it'll probably take a little while for that to work out with me, if you can get me to change.."
"...I'm not one. I'm a man...Boy. But, ...I sometimes don't catch what I say until I say it.." he shook his head again, growling softly. "Sure..I'll try as long as you don't scare me..Things HAPPEN when I get scared..Kay?"
He kept up with her as best as he could, pointing up at her, "Hmm..What I would give for thumbs..." he muttered, pondering what it'd feel like again with them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 5:39 am
He knew but 'eh'? Oviously the red-head didn't care much about his life, if that was his response. How could anyone answer like that, it was just plain stupid. If you knew something like going crazy under pressure could cause an untimely death, then why not change it? "Unfortunatly I'm going to have to try. You'll make me look bad! -If maybe you were a little lower down in the ranks, THEN it wouldn't matter. But this job is important! So you'll have to change, or face the consequences!"
Consequences being, probably a mega butt kicking.
Pestilence laughed, he didn't catch what he said until it actually came out? "You just keep telling yourself that, then. I'm sure sooner or later it might actually come true! --You may want to consider thinking about what you want to say before saying it. Of course where would be the fun in that! You know, I think I LIKE calling you a girl! And if I want to call you one then I'm going to! -You going to do something about it, girly?"
She blinked at the mention of scaring him. "You're a scardy-cat too? Is there anything you're NOT? -Except for a boy of course. -But fine, I'll do my best not to scare you. --Would pointing a gun at you scare you? A sword maybe? OH! What about a bazooka? I love my bazookas." That wasn't to say she didn't love her other weapons. She loved all her weapons, they all made such wonderful disaster.
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