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 Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:16 pm
"You were going to ask me what I am?" She shook her head and scoffed at the thought of almost being asked. "I don't even know what I am. I was created for some sort of game and that's that. Lived as a Maze Boss and am now bored with my life as such." She sat down on her hind legs, and the spikes began to retreat back into her bones. She shook out her head then let the shaking continue down to her tail, drops of the poison scattered as they were flung from her body. "A Spartan you say.. Sound interesting. What in the world is this weird stuff covering your body? Armor?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:06 pm
Listening to her, he nods and watches her body relax. "How interesting.. so.. you were basically a pawn..?" Who did she work for them? A bit if sympathy trickled into his voice, "That's rather sad to hear, I must say..." he took a few steps forward. "So now you have nothing to do?" he wondered what that must feel like. Always being needed and in demand for missions, Pierre had never really gotten rest. Looking down at his armour, he chuckled. "Well. Yeah. For protection." Gives a little chest tap on his plate.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:43 pm
"Pawn, no... Part of a game, yes. Hard to explain." She shrugged a little bit. "I had a domain and such... even though that may sound unbelievable, but it just got boring to me." She laughed a bit at him tapping his chest-plate. "So what is it that you do Spartan? You've got all this gear... I can only imagine what you must do."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 2:03 pm
"I see.." He tries to make sense of it, but doesn't quite know how to. "I hope this isn't where your domain was..." he glances around their surroundings, wrinkling his nose at it's appeal. Her question made his ears perk up, and his chest puff up proudly. "We protect. Mostly against our arch enemies, the Elite." Looking to his back which was strapped with diffrent weapons, he nodded. "You don't wanna know what I can do..." It was against protocall to tell when one was on a mission, in case spy's were around to hear, but he didn't always follow protocall. "I'm on a mission right now..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 2:19 pm
"Heh.. Don't fret thinking about it too much." A small frown appeared on her face "What's wrong with my bog? Granted I don't care for the wet paws, but the atmosphere.. It's kinda cozy." She shrugged her shoulders as she said that with a little added pep. "So that's why you asked if I was an Elite then.. huh?" She followed his glance to his back with his weapons and her eyes lit up "Ooooo... What are those? I've never seen anything quite like them before..." She crept over next to his side and started poking at the strange metallics on his back. "So what's a mission?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 8:41 pm
"It's just so..." scanning around, he tries to search for the appropriate word to describe it. "...gloomy.." sure it was warm... but it was unbearable for any life to eve think of surviving. Save for those who had some sort of adeptation. Directing back to her, he watches as her curiousity piques from the gesture to his gear. Standing proudly, he states their purpose, "SMGS, Rocket Launcher, Battle Rifle, grenades, and some extra's." He gives a little wink. "These weapons are useful for any situation I get myself in." Nods proudly. His ears twitch at her last question. "What's a mission?" head tilting in slight confusement as to how one wouldn't know what a mission is, he quickly shakes it off. "Well. It's like... a directive. A 'quick run'." isn't really sure how to describe it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:13 pm
"Well I liked the atmosphere here just fine~" She chirped. Her attention was fully on his weapons now. "Grenades and some extra..directive....." she quietly repeated as her voice trailed off. She quickly grabbed a small, almost egg shaped thing from his back and held it up in her paws, staring at it. She noticed an interesting little circle hanging on it and pulled it off
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:19 am
Simply nodding at the defense of her homeland, he hid an eye roll as he took another look at his surroundings. Yeah.. nice and gloomy.. Not having payed attention, he turned back as a screen of warning poped up inside his helmet to see her get ahold of a grenade. Behind his visor his teal eyes began to widen. "NO!!!" without even thinking, for it was built into him by now, he quickly snatched the grenade from her in a roll, and quickly chucked it as far as possible. Leaping back to her, he stood over her as a cover, tail coiling around and his body hunkering as a huge explosion sounded five seconds later. A rush of wind pressed against them for a moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:35 am
Her eyes widened at the site of the explosion. As the wind from it blew past her, her eyes began to burn and watered. Quickly ducking down and covering her face with her paws, she hid. After things quieted down a bit she peeked out from between her paws and sat up, her mouth agape at the destruction of her swamp that laid before her. She turned to the Spartan "What the... How... HUH?!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:06 am
Looking to the damage that was done, he sighed. "You never pull a grenade pick when there's no need for it.." rising back onto his paws, he shook himself of anything that clung to his body from the blast. Checking his gear, he looked to see how many grenades he had left. Still a resonable amount. Giving a sigh of relief, he looked to Velena. "Are you alright?" he looked her over for any injury from flying objects.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 5:37 am
"That was a grenade?! That was insane!" Her eyes teared up a bit as she got up and started walking over to the damaged area. "My swamp... my poor, poor swamp..." Her voice trailed off and she sniffled. "I was bored of this place, but I didn't want anything bad to happen to it..." She turned and looked at the Spartan with tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 9:07 am
Watching her as she inspected the damage, he glanced around for any disterbance that may have been caused or any unwelcomed guests that had wandered over. But he was soon stopped short as his ears perked straight up from her weeping. Long ears drooping back down, he padded tot her, "I'm sorry." once he was close enough to her he gingerlly patted her shoulder. "It'll grow back, right?" He looked at her watering eyes, a bit of guilt nipping at him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 9:49 am
"Yeah.. I guess." She sniffled once more and wiped under her nose with her paw. She looked up at him and smiled slightly. "It'll be okay." She shook her head a bit trying to clear it a bit. She got slightly dizzy doing so and stumbled a bit to the left and laughed quietly at herself. "So sir, what's this mission you're on? I'm quite curious~"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:40 pm
"Whoa, whoa there.." stands by her side to support her unstable body. "Maybe we should sit down.." he scanned the area for any part nearby that was at least some what dry. As he's surveying the enviroment he answers her question, "Well I have to do scout work right now. Check on our enemies movement and progress and to see if any of our guys are in any need of assistance." spotting a somewhat thicker patch of dead shrubs, he turned towards it and looked back to her. Ears twitching, he thought it best to carry her since she seemed a bit woozy. "Here. Get on my back." His head slipped under her chest so she could climb on easier.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:24 am
She laughed as she slid down onto his back. "Scouting... sounds like fun?" she questioned it a bit. She settled in on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck a little bit so she wouldn't fall. "Can I go with you? It would be interesting for me if you let me tag along." She felt so small compared to him as she tried hanging onto him. She at least felt at ease around him.
{:laughs: Spell check fails.. Apparently "She" isn't a real word according to them XD}
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