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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 4:01 pm
Arc: Say, do any of you know any good places to eat?
Frank: Eh, sure. Rob, Ward, 'n' I always go to places together. Let's go to one of our favorite places.
Ward: Where would that be?
Eh, I'm thinking maybe Levio's?
Heh. Sounds like a name of some Cereal.
Robert: No, that place is pretty fun. The platforms where your tables are floats around in this place, since the gravity is shut off there. Of course, the platforms itself has gravity so your food won't float around, but it's fun watching people hover by on a platform.
They made a great fortune the first time they opened that place. They must have spent quite a lot of money for those platforms..
Well, let's go there. You can lead the way, Frank.
*He was already leaving the room, leaving his things as he would return later to grab them.*
Way ahead of ya.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:31 pm
*she reads on of her messages* A man. I gotta go sorry, I can't come. *she grabes her bag and runs out the door. she jogged her way to her place* Wow. That was some excirsize. *she around cleaning things up and fixing things, after a cople of hours of doing so, she eats dinner and then heads off to bed*
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 12:27 am
*Back from vacation*I know it's late but I'm hungry........*goes to cafe*
Hiroy!It's been a long time since you ate here.
surprised So you noticed...but this time....I really need to eat.
Alright..*Prepares hime something while talking*So where you been.
Earth as usual to finish Tales of Symphonia and revisting the past.
Looks like you had a good time*Gives in the food*Here you go
wink Thanks...*Eats ??????*This is pretty good....What is it?
Just call it the Mystery Dish.
.........That's a chessy name but anyways I enjoyed it.Night.*goes to bed*
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 12:05 pm
Frank: *Before he could say "Bye", Dark had left in a hurry to the elevators and disappeared into the crowd there, as the doors began to close.*
Eh.. I wonder what the rush was for.
Ward: I'm sure she had some business to attend to or something.
Arc: *He slides his ID Card through the machine to call an elevator.*
What floor should we go to, Frank?
700 F. We're taking the Jet Pod there.
Alright.
*The elevator arrives, and the group steps in, going up to the 700 F, at the Central Jet Pod Station.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 8:34 am
*After a nice vacation from the Vann Sky Hypergate Mission, he heads to the Sky Deck Pub, a bar in the hangar district overlooking the eastern airspace of Grand Vanguard*
Guilliam: My usual.
Waitress: Coke with a hint of Orange? Sure thing. *Slides him a drink across the bar*
Guilliam: Thanks. *Slides some credits back, and draws the drink to his mouth* Ah..........{What? I don't touch booze.}
Man: I hear Epsilon fell to an unfortunate fate.
Woman: You need to be more careful, Lord Yaeger.
Guilliam: *He turns to see a woman in her early twenties with long red hair, and a man in his early thirities with midlength blonde hair* You two again? Leave me alone. Looking at you is making me sober.
Man: One could hardly get drunk on soft drinks.
Guilliam: I said what I said.
Woman: Hah ha ha. Stiff as usual. You need to loosen up kiddo.
Guilliam: {This woman could drive a man to drink......} What do you two want?
Sirch: They want a demonstration of my power.
Guilliam: !!!......no......not now.........
Sirch: Yaeger. I'm hosting an exhibition match in the arena in a few days. It'd be a shame if there were any challengers who didn't know what they were getting into.
Guilliam: Dammit......
Woman: We'll be going now. Don't dissapoint us hon.
Man: Thats enough Reika. Let him keep a cool head for tonight's match.
Reika: You're right Lord Malliot. It wouldn't be fun if he didn't think straight.
Malliot: We'll be watching from the box seats. Don't dissapoint me Yaeger.
*Exit Reika, Sirch, and Malliot*
Guilliam: Malliot Lancaster..........Reika Aristol..........what connection do they have with Sirch........and is it going to stop with the Epsilon?......{They surely know of Sigma, Omega, and Zeta........isn't the Sigma being built near here?..........I need to warn them, but they've undoubtedly set up some transmission interception system........I have to do something, but it seems the only thing I can do for now is defeat the Huckebein Epsilon......}
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 2:39 pm
Arc: *Upon arriving at the Jet Pod Station, Arc notices the crowd around a monitor displaying the Golden Casino Space Race advertisement.*Quote: They are now opening their registrations for Racer Pilots, and with the First Place Grand Prize of One Million Credits, enough to buy a ship that is 100 times better than the common ships most people may have. Entrants are registered at the Golden Phoenix Casino in the southwest sector of Vanguard City, at the front counter in which they will record your username, ID Number, ship name and model, your health forms and insurance. Bets may be also entered at the front counter. More info about this in the casino.
Hey, Arc! We're gonna be late for the next Pod! Hurry up!! *Was he caught by surprize, his attention on the monitor that had advertised the race, he snaps his mind back to reality, and realises that he was falling behind from the group. He rushes back to them to catch up.*
Sorry, guys. Something caught my mind back there for a sec.Frank: Well, you're just in time. The Jet Pod just arrived. Let's hurry up so we can grab a seat.Right.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:42 pm
*He sits ontop of a towering building, leaning back against the edge of the roof. He crossed his legs at the boot, narrowing his eyes through the mask that held tightly to his face. He looked up a moment and then pulled out a small photograph from the pocket of his trenchcoat and stared at the red-haired woman smiling gracefully back at him. With a sigh released, he ran a hand through his own red hair and stuffed the picture back into his pocket. His body stretched out and he laid his hands on his chest and pressed his head against the edge of the roof, using it as a pillow. He tweaked his hearing to scout the area, just incase he was needed for something. This may be a high-class station they were operating, but there were still those with the blackest of hearts running free*
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 11:49 pm
Alright, Leowen. When I return back to my room, I'll give you authorization to come to this floor during work hours, every day, excluding holidays. You can come down here to discuss anything about the AI Program with them during those times. I'll be going back to my room now, so if you need me again, just leave a message on my machine.
*He heads back for the elevator, with Rolard sitting on his shoulder, and returns back to his room at 251 BF.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:33 pm
*Four ships seems to drift into Vanguardian Space.. and seemed to disappear.*
.. ? The sensors picked up something again.. Computer, raise the defenses, and contact the Mythril Legion.
*The computer processes the data and sends them to the Mythril Legion. Also sends out a signal to the Patrol Troops.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 5:52 pm
Locke Trufeld Alright, Leowen. When I return back to my room, I'll give you authorization to come to this floor during work hours, every day, excluding holidays. You can come down here to discuss anything about the AI Program with them during those times. I'll be going back to my room now, so if you need me again, just leave a message on my machine.
*He heads back for the elevator, with Rolard sitting on his shoulder, and returns back to his room at 251 BF.*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 8:47 pm
Guilliam: *Sitting down in the Angel's Tear Cafe,{Southern end of the Vanguard Buisness District}, he takes a sip of his drink, awaiting his company for the evening*
Saith{Barkeep}: Yo Guil. Need an ear to bend?
Guilliam: Not tonight. I'm expecting somebody.
Saith: Young lady perhaps?
Guilliam: Possibly. What concern of that is yours?
Saith: Ah huh. *Looks around* Well, I'll be on standby then. Call if you need anything.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 8:53 pm
*she gets up and gets ready. she runs around her place looking for her something* Gosh. where in this univers did I put it!!!!!!!!!. Sas!!!!! She probably put it some where. *she looks every where* Ha found it. *she looks at her watch* Shoot I'm late. *she runs out of her place* Where was it again O yea that Angel's Tear Cafe place. *she ends up running all the way there. she gets there and is breathing heavy* Who ever said I need to work out is wrong. O well. *she looks around for someone*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 9:03 pm
Guilliam:*Looks over to the entrance* Ah! Miss Angel. Good to see you again. Saith here is a friend of mine. He'll be taking our orders tonight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 9:04 pm
*she sees who she is looking for and walks over to him* Hello. Sorry I'm late. *she sits down*
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 9:09 pm
Guilliam: No, not late at all. Saith, I'll have the usual drink, along with an order of Stewed Rabbite.
Saith: That with or without the Red Core Marinade?
Guilliam: With of course.
Saith: Aight, what'll the young lady have?
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