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 Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 4:11 am
A puff of green smoke alerted Jolulu that her respite was nearly over. She had mined the ground around her new hidey-hole with varicolored smoke bombs to warn her when someone approached. Jolulu quickly refolded her worktable and pulled out a modified squirt gun. It would fire powder or liquid, and it could withstand temperatures more extreme than your average Climatoid (A race of aliens who live in a planet similar to Mercury). Jolulu poured a glowing, mottled blue liquid into the gun as orange smoke drifted into the air. She turned to face the side of the building where the smoke was coming from, but she made sure to position herself with plenty of cover from behind.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:39 pm
(I'm having a hard time with this. I have trouble rping battles)
She stopped at the corner of the building. She waited, flat against the wall, listening to see if she had been heard or not.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 5:08 pm
(Tis okay. Want to start a different kind of rp? Maybe on Pekopon?)
When she had waited several seconds and no red smoke appeared, Jolulu wondered why her opponent had stopped advancing. Slowly, keeping an eye out behind her for a possible ambush, the sandy-colored keronjin walked towards the place where the last alarm had come from. She kept the gun aimed ahead of her, ready to shoot if she came upon her assailant suddenly. As she reached the corner of the building, she slowed further, hardly breathing, hands steady. What the young jotohei didn't realize was that by her silence she had given her attack away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:36 pm
(It's just hard to rp this when the others have disapeared. I don't know how this is supposed to end, you know? But, yeah, if you'd like, too.)
The black keronjin turned the corner and pointed her gun in the other keronjin's face.
"Bang," she said.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:35 pm
A dark purple kerojin stood a few feet away, watching the pair intently, wondering what thier next moves would be. She thought to make her presence known, but decided against it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:46 pm
A kerojin, grey skinned with dark sunshades, sulks around in the shadows, waiting, watching. He sees another kerojin sulking.
"Ahh, a perfect target,"
He raises his gun, Mindflayer, and waits for the most opportune moment
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:53 am
She felt a prickling sensation, like she was being watched. Raruru slowly turns around, and all he sees is a pair of sunglasses and a gun pointed straight a her. The keronjin's color blended into the shadows so well she almost didn't notice him. She leaps out of the way, crashing into Jolulu. "Sorry!" she yelps, pulling out a her own gun and aiming at the gray keronjin with the sunglasses. His gun looked deadly and she didn't care to find out its affects.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:49 am
"State your name and your rank...whelp!" His voice cackled in some creepy, deranged way which chilled the unprepared
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:56 pm
A shudder ran down her spine, but she tried not to show it. She knew that the worst thing one could ever do was to show your fear. However, something about this keronjin really unnerved her, and she wasn't even much of a coward. Something about his eyes, which she could see just a hint of behind the dark lenses of his glasses... they were amazingly deep and seemed to be sucking her in... she forced her glance away before she could be snared, moving her head so that the reflection covered his eyes completely.
"It's Raruru.... I'm still just a shinpei (recruit)... and you are...?
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:45 pm
"Shinpei?" There was a tone of sarcasm in that cackly voice. "I am Shinpiro Shogun" He paused for a moment. "and I smell fear". From beneath his allergy mask, he smiled
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 9:16 pm
She closed her eyes. "There's just something strange, unnerving about you... Shogun... I guess I should just admit it. You DO scare me. But I'm not going to plead for mercy, if that's what you want. Six wires popped out of her backpack, and hovered in the air. The ends of them crackled with electricity.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 9:43 pm
(I should mention that my OC is actually a Shoucho but I made this take place in her past. I'm assuming that this is Shinpiro in the future because where your fanfic left off his rank hadn't been stated, unless I missed it, and he was in school, but here he seems like an adult... so if that's the case than there's some time warping going on...
Also, is Rukuku Kururu's dad or something? Or his twin, separated at birth? xD
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:10 pm
*to catch people up on Shinpiro*
His fanfic tells his extensive backstory and those of his experiments. This is quite a bit after the school days. Later in the fanfic, he will earn his title after a decisive civil war battle where he shot down 500 keronians from a sniper's birdnest. (you have been warned) This is a year after that battle. His experiments, the ECE,.havent begun yet.
*continuing*
"A real soldier should never fear. What DO you fear?" He raises Mindflayer at the cadet.
(by the way, Rukuku may or may not ne the father of Kururu wink )
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:38 am
(It actually WOULD be pretty cool if he could time travel though... )
What do I fear... the youngling wondered. She never really reflected on that before. "Control." She said. "The one thing I fear the most... would be to lose control of myself, or to be controlled by someone else."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:01 pm
Control. Shinpiro chuckled at this.
"Control? Well then, if that is what you fear~..."
Shinpiro poised himself and aimed his gun.
"Fear, weakling, is meant to be faced. To be spat at! Face your fear".
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