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 Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:57 pm
"Me? Funny? Nope! Nadda! All serious here, dude!"
Quickly imputing something into the part list onto the holographic pad, Ryn tossed it to Old Man before scampering after Crew-Dude of Death Threat. At the bottom of the list read:
"Pick anything you want from this list and i'll make sure to get to ya on me next social call. That should be payment enough...right?
Peace out, Old Dude!"
Power-walking to keep up with this guy, Ryn spied the flash of crimson in the distance waiting for him just outside of the Black Market. Yep! Thar was Xyn! And still in one piece from the looks of it. "Hey...uh....Dude? Where ya taking me? And um....." Oh snap, a blank moment. "Aw snap...I forgot what I was gunna ask, SORRY!" A sheepish grin was tossed at Crew.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 11:39 pm
The old guy shook his head and laughed a bit. "HEY! Ray! Beer!" He turned at the sound of his name and attended the thirsty customer.
"Shut your yap and follow. " He snapped, placing a tight grip on a gun he apparently had in his cargo pants. "You look this stupid to Ander and he'll remove your junk... if you get my drift." Of course we was not talking talking about the spare parts Ryn acquired from the dead zoids...
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The angry man walked out of the market and continued forward into the desert past the people. His hand still on the gun, ready to use it in a pinch. And this guy seemed like a sharp shooter. Two Chimera Dragon ZOIDS lifted their heads from the cover of the sand, making them seem like giant sand alligators. The man nodded to both of them and continued to walk.
It seemed as though they were walking out into the deep desert, until another Chimera Dragon poped up infront of them revealing an underground passage. This one looked to have been dug out recently and not meant to last long.
If that ZOID were to move to another location that path will be lost...
Another clan member walked up from around the paw of the dragon. "Who's this?"
"New recruit...""Ya sure?"
He gave the man a cold look.
"Oi, guy, what's your name?" The scrawny pirate looking man said to Ryn. He also bore a tat of a Chimera, but only on his bare back.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 11:53 pm
Ryn walked after Crew with a pout/scowl on his face at the order. Geez, he sounded alot like Chief on a bad day! PMSing much?! He didn't dare say that out loud though and he quickly wiped the scowl off his face. He was only nineteen....WAY too early for him to kick the bucket. He wanted to be at least higher up in the ranks before that happened.
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After a bit of walking, Ryn almost felt his jaw hit the ground when the two Chimera Dragons rose up from the sand. He had started making grabby hands at the ZOIDs when Crew just continued walking, making the younger rogue dash after the guy.
"It's hot out here, yo! Hotter than usual!" He fanned himself with a hand while eyeing their rather....blank surroundings. "What's the deal with that, yo?" The heat was making him delusional...or was it that fact the Crew didn't wanna speak a peep at no more? Either way, Ryn had started talking to himself.
He was about to say more when a THIRD Chimera Dragon ZOID made an apppearance. Ryn's eyes went all aw-like with wonder at the awesome ZOID. He was about to wander over and examine the machine when a new voice broke the silence.
"Ah!" Spinning around, Ryn faced and saluted the newcomer (and, most likely the pilot of the ZOID). "Aye, sir! I am known as Adam Millar, Sir!" He played the part of an obedient newbie.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:08 am
"Oh, I can see this one is a Chimera Dragon enthusiast!" He looked up at the angry man and pointed to Ryn with his thumb.
"Adam 'ere. Hah, silly name. Comon than, tunnel ain't gunna be open all day. Ander gets mad when we let in a "Draft"." He laughed.
The continued to walk under the ZOID and down a passage. As the tunnel of sand ended they were now in what looked to be sunken ruins. More and more gang members appeared as they entered a large hall. There were a great variety of people here. Different Sizes, shapes, it was like a diversity convention.
The pirate man, only smaller than ryn by an inch, wrapped his arm around Ryn buddy like.
"You're gunna like it 'ere Adam! Maybe get your own Chimera Dragon! This is the top gang ya see! The boss looks after us. " He held a strange tool for making self tattoos. "But initiation is you got ta get your own Chimera Tat... Than we take ye ta the boss!" The little guy was getting excited about this. "Got us a great artist yeah. Fix you up real nice with your own." He pointed to his own tattoo, letting Ryn go. The angry man still said nothing. Only shook his head.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:21 am
"Don't blame me, blame me Pa! He's the one that named me."
Grinning and winking at the pirate guy, Ryn quickly high-tailed it after them as the trio passed through the tunnel. Good craftmanship, but the real surprise came at the end of the tunnel, when the rogue saw the ruins and the diverse community that lived in them. It was just as shocking of a sight as seeing the Chimera Dragon ZOID for the first time.
"Ddddddddddddduuuuuuuuudddddddeeeeee!" Ryn couldn't help but let loose an admiring whistle. Whoever this Ander person was, he certainly knew how to live out here! He had to be a vetern ZOID pilot and one of the top leaders of the Rogue Fraction from the look of things.
Jumping as the pirate guy got all buddy-buddy with him (which was a welcome relief from Mister macho-Crew), he settled down and grinned as the guy gushed praise after praise of Ander. Yep, capable leader he was...at least his gang was happy, and they sounded extremely loyal to boot if this guys' words were any guess. Ryn had just been about to ask a question when the Pirate dude held up a tattoo tool with-
Big needle! Ryn sweated slightly at the sight of it.
VERY BIG NEEDLE!
That was the soul reason he never had any tattoos done on his body. The poor boyo was afraid of needles longer than his pinky finger. "That sounds...cool! But um...can I make a request? Just a tiny one?" He let his nervous grin slid across his face. "Does this artist person have any needles in a SLIGHTLY smaller size?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:29 am
The pirate guy raised an eyebrow. "You gettn' yellow belly chum??" As teh pirate guy said this the Angry guy lifted his gun a bit.
"We don't much like yellow bellys 'ere now. None f em' survive. " He held up the needle. "Now don't be telln' me yer affraid of this little guy? naa! Charle's gentle. " He waved the needle in Ryn's face.
"ain't gunna killa ya." He continued to wave it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:35 am
"Okay, I ain't yellow belly about that..." He pointed at the tattoo device before pointing at the gun Crew had pulled out. "But, I am defiantly yellow belly about that thing he's waving around!"
Ryn grinned and laughed off his nervousness before casting the thumbs-up at the pirate dude. "Sorry about that, partner. Something that runs in the family; just a first sight kinda thing though!" Pulling off his jacket, Ryn draped the dark-blue cloth over his shoulder. "Let's do it! Gimme some ink, pal!"
Mentally though, Ryn was whining like no tomorrow. WHY OH WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE NEEDLES?! The blasted things were more evil that a Wild ZOID on a ramage in his chaotic brain.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:44 am
"Oh, every one's yellow belly ta Ex-General thar. He's an exception..." He laughed in his strange piratey way. ""Common' Nor, put' it away."
Nor grunted and turned to face Ryn. His face, however impossible it seemed, was even colder than before. He hated being reminded o his demotion in his past military life.
"alright, 'old still. Looks like this'll be yer first one! We'll make it real special fer ya."
"'Old out yer arm and have a seat, this will take a while..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 12:52 am
"Um...I guess I can see why..."
Ryn quickly broke eye contect with Nor (Personally, he thought "Crew" suited him a bit more, but he'd keep that to himself for now.) and, instead chose to look around at his surroundings while "Pirate" worked on his virgin arm.
"Yep, first one!" Chuckling, Ryn eyed the guy. This guy seemed okay, more open than the military dude standing by them. Glancing around again, Ryn decided to play the innocent newbie again.
"This is a weird place, yo. I've never seen anything like it! It's more like a city than a rogue place, dontcha think?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:07 am
"I wos first stunned by it too! And 'even more to learn ther are more bases like this! "er always moven' roun'. Keeps us hidden. Boss' buildn' an army, tryn' ta snuff out all the other gangs! A monopoly. Soun's like fun.... 'ated that game though. Never could win..."
The pirate guy chatted casually as he worked on the hand. This tattoo would have the tail of the Chimera start at the top of the hand and wind around the arm. The tail would look like it emerges into the skin at the shoulder than have the whole body of the chimera looking like it tore out of his back. The only colors he could put in, aside black, were deep red and blue. And like he said, it took a long time. The whole time he talked about his Chimera ZOID and parts of his life. Including his real name was Lackey and he used to own a shield liger, but it was destroyed by the Death Stinger a long time ago. He still missed it and loved to believe that its spirit lived on in his Chimera Dragon... He also explained his reason for joining the gang. He laughed a lot in his story. Trying to be an under cover agent for some group that wouldn't give him a ZOID and laughed at him for being an artist... He found that his talents were loved by this gang and he got a free ZOID, the CD.
"Boss is a swell guy too. Like a Dad 'e is." He said as he finished up the tat. "There ya' go. Best one yet I must say! Aside the boss that is..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:53 pm
Perking up slightly at the word "army", Ryn nodded at Lackey's excited talk while wincing every now and then as the tattoo needle moved from his arm to his back. "I feel your pain, yo! Old Man always insists on playing it with me everytime I go for a social call. Curse him an' his years of experience!" He waved a fist at the ceiling in mock anger.
Laughing, the ninteen-year-old settled down to listen to more of his "companions'" tale. Sadly, he didn't ment anything else about Ander or what he had planned; but still...it was nice, having a normal conversation for once. Ryn started to like Lackey even more when he mentioned he had piloted a Shield Liger. Placing a hand over his heart, Ryn bowed his head and mourned the loss of a fellow Liger before straightening back up as the Pirate finished his new ink.
"Like a Dad, huh?" Ryn kept trying to see the rest of it by turning his head this and that, almost giving himself a yanked neck muscle in the process. "The always yellin' kind of Dad? Or the constantly supporting, fighting togther kinda Dad that cares about everyone in his family?" Ryn grinned at Lackey and Nor to show me ment nothing bad, that he was just kidding around.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:16 am
"'Yer gunna break yer neck tryna' look. We got a few mirrors down the hall, ye can see it than..."
Lacky looked up at the angry Nor. "Oi, I can handle the lad. Go 'et Ander know we gots a new one." He shooed him off with the flick of the wrist. Nor, Smacked Lacky upside the head for showing such disrespect than walked away. He looked like a walking statue as he made his way down the hall.
"Oi!" He shook his fist.
"Now, lesse, The fightn' one. 'e's like the father I never got ta have. Course ya say that to 'em an you'll have a nice metal boot in yer face. Thugh I'm convinced he don't mind them comments on the inside."
He started to walk down the hall, pausing for Ryn to follow. Not too far there was a small area with two mirrors attached to both sides of the wall, creating that infinity room affect as the faced each other.
Each mirror was two feet long and ten feet tall, enough to nearly touch the ceiling.
"'ad these put 'ere cause so many wanted ta see their tats... without breakn' their necks..."
Across the hall and in the room below them people were already noticing Ryn. There wasn't one person he passed that hadn't gotten a look at him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:15 pm
Snickering quietly as he followed Lackey, Ryn looked at his new surroundings a bit more before they went into the area where the mirrors were kept. Standing infront of one, Ryn had to admit....this tatto was pretty dang-gum spiffy! Doing a few "Im Sexy" poses out of weirdness, he laughed and faced Lackey as the rogue replaced his jacket on his person.
"I dun't like a metal boot to the face...i've already had my nose broken several times." Scratching his cheek with a sheepish grin on his face, RYn spied the people staring at him...
What? He shot them a confused expression. Had he grown a second, physical head or something? Seriously! "Yo, why is everyone starin' at me?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 11:09 pm
"Aw, they always be doin' that. Yer gunna get that 'till the boss gives ya the okay." Lacky gave him a swat on the back.
"Be happy though, chicks 'r lookn' at ya too..." He laughed hard enough for his eyes to tear.
"ah, make a good impression, they never forget."
One of the women flipped Lacky the bird before storming off into the other room. The pirate guy only waved flirty-like at her and laughed.
At the same time this went on Nor walked up behind Lacky and gave him a good slap in the back of the head.
"Boss will see you now twerp." He folded his arms across his chest and waited for Lacky to recover from that hit.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:29 pm
Ryn just had to laugh when the woman flipped Lackey off; he had never seen that happen in any of his previous jobs, so that made it twice as amusing.
Pulling on his jacket, Ryn shot an amused look at his companion. "Give a good impression or they'll beat my face in, I take it?" Pushing his bangs out of his eyes, he cast another glance around the room just as Crew came wandering in with his usual sour expression.
It made Ryn think he had eaten lemons for lunch. He let the thought amuse him until the word "Boss" came flying out of his mouth; that caused Ryn to perk up with at most interest. Face to face time? Already? Dang....that was quick!
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