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| Who Should Become Vice-Commander? Vote Now Fools! |
| Ace (Sokata) |
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| GroundWalker (Joel) |
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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:45 am
((OOC: The name on my record is Laurence Lombardi. I am a rookie who has no squad and has no code name. I am on my rite of passage right now, the famous cat mission. Which apparently has an inside joke I don't know about.))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 1:52 pm
Having already found the bike, since it didn't suffer too much damage, he had set off on his trip to the supermarket. The police would definitely be puzzled as to why over 50 ninjas were unconscious and shoved into a single clown car.
Anyways, along the way, he had to face off against samurai, cowboys, a flaming toad that said "fabulous" fifty times a sentence, and a couple of robots from space. All in all, it was like a freaking anime. Or maybe a manga that he had read.
So he got to the supermarket, bruised, bloodied, and just slightly dazed, and actually found his cheese. He payed for it, and then left the store. Only to be confronted with the single most deadly force in the entire world: Girl Scouts and their cookies.
"Would you like to buy some cookies? They're really good, sir."
Cyrith nodded. He never could resist those delicious mint crisps, which he bought. Popping five into his mouth, he started to feel drowsy, only to realize that they were drugged. How did they find out my weakness? he thought, only to find out before he went under.
"Thank Jumping Jehoshaphat that we found his personal website. This made things so much easier. He really is a moron. After all, who really posts their weakness, and the fact that they were the Hello Killer on a website?" Cyrith would have kicked himself if he weren't too tired. Then he was out cold entirely.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 2:19 pm
((
Ray Myers and the lizard are coming back? Sweet...
I'm running Joel Issiri, theoretically of squad Null, but I may be adopting a squad of my own soon. Joel has no code name yet, and technically isn't a member of MM, but that last part will change just as soon as Agrotera responds to that one-line post I made to her back there. (**nudges Acheron**)
I'm also running two (not approved, sorry) minor characters, Gustav and Mr. Forgle. Gustav is a sentient wind Joel picked up in the library. Mr. Forgle will be available for public use just as soon as I am done with him. He's the MM animal keeper. (People can't keep pet wolves in their rooms, it's bad for them.)
@Sonny_F: Sorry, I didn't mean for it to be an inside joke. Just, the cat mission has been done before in this thread, and, well, Jason was an idiot, Brian is a genius, and multicolored pens are on The List of Things That Xinrie Is Not Allowed To Touch. I'm not really sure how long that list is.
))
The portal room, MMHQ
Mr. Forgle shook his head at Larry's acrobatic antics. All these unnecessary theatrics were just ways of getting hurt, especially when walking would have worked just as well. Nobody ever walked anymore; now they used teleporters and portals and dune buggies for everything. Not that he would ever use that portal, no matter how many people insisted that it was safe. A large bubble overhead changed its view from a dark and raining sky, to a shot aimed straight down the cone of an erupting volcano. He flinched involuntarily. The portal machine couldn't even decide which way was up! Nervously watching the volcano erupt at him, he went for the door. He would just stay in his office until that kid came back. It was time to feed the wolves anyway...
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 4:25 pm
((@Xinrie: Could you give me an assignment to do? I've completely run out of ideas for my RP, so I need something to do. Anything would be nice.))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 6:30 pm
((Well, Req, you could always come out to find me. I plan on being MIA for a while, since those Girl Scouts captured me, and I can send a note to HQ if needed))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:38 pm
((Anima is gone.... He should be listed as MIA. Every time we list him as MIA he just poofs right back any way. Any way, right now I am waiting on Magiking.))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:52 pm
Larry was huffing and puffing under the pack of gear, but he couldn't do but grin and bear it. It took a small trip to get to the tree, but there was no mistaking that this was the one. Larry didn't bother talking to the old buzzard sitting in the chair nearby with a small ceramic bowl on her lap. He simply threw all the harnesses and straps and everything into place. He had been rock climbing and bungee jumping a few times so he understood how these things worked. He had also seen loggers do stuff like this on TV, though he didn't think that really qualified him.
He checked the security of the straps and made sure they were done down tight. At last, Larry took a deep breath through his nose and thought to himself "My God, Larry... What the hell am I doing?" With that, he began to ascend and find his footing as he kept going higher and higher. "What the hell are you doing?" he said out loud after he had gotten a few dozen up and was getting aware of the height "You're a running man, not one of the cast of Mission: Impossible!"
50 meters down, 400 and some to go!
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:08 pm
[[ ooc:Er, yea. Sorry for the absent poof, sometimes my work shifts get a little long if we're busy and I am too tired to get on before crashing to sleep dear, la. But when that happens it will, -unless something ReAlLy major happens- should be no longer than a one day skip occasionally. so, la! ]]
Agrotera shrugged absently before she reached up to unwind the com from her ear. The slight pressure behind her right eye eased from the constant static, which she was unsure if it was only her enhanced hearing that could hear it or everyone, and she almost sighed in relief. The little light flashed blue on the side and it fit the curve of the ear. She handed it over and nodded. "Go right ahead. It's still on."
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 3:40 pm
XinrieArath Sir Bayer-- If they don't show up, feel free to take on a solo mission or something, and I can see about figuring out where they went off to. ((Haha, me and my computer killed them. I'll hold off until I'm needed or we have SOME sort of confirmation on their status.))
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 6:47 pm
As Larry continued to scale the massive height of the tree with which he had moments earlier been aquainted, he slowly came to realize a difference in the difficulty. At first the change was subtle, he just thought he was getting tired and hung out a little while (pardon the phrase) to rest. Then, he started getting higher and it felt like gravity was pulling him down. Larry had to struggle a bit to go higher, but still he persisted as he was contracted to do. Nothing was too terrible until he reached the 200 meter mark.
The final stretch brought with it a change in the tree's texture. Now, the tree was starting to get somewhat crumbly in some places, rather like a rock face. It wasn't that he was not used to this, after all he had been rock climbing before. The disquieting fact was that even when Larry felt he had a good grip on a certain knot, at times it would just tear off in his hand with a loud CRACK! like the tree was getting to be made of cork. Onward still Larry pushed after finding a secure knot. And with nerves of steel he simply looked up, still taking care not to ever look down.
200 down, God only knows what the next hundred will bring...
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 10:00 pm
((
S'okay, just didn't know if you saw it. One liners are easy to miss.
))
Outside Ryanna Rindell's office, MMHQ
Joel accepted the com and wound it around his own ear. "Ooh, nice sound quality. This is Joel speaking. You can answer a few questions for me. Yes, I am. Hold on a sec, let me find a more private place to talk..." Joel excused himself into the infirmary, and the door clicked shut behind him.
A minute passed silently. Another minute, and Joel's raised voice could be heard faintly through an office door. More silence. A call of "Gustav, leave her alone, she's busy! Play with one of these magazines." Silence again. An unidentifiable medical device hummed. The infirmary door opened, and Joel stepped out again, admiring a pink patch of newly regenerated skin on his left hand.
"Hey, thanks." He took the earpiece off and handed it back to Agrotera. "What's your code name, Agrotera? Because I'm under contract for one mission, and you're assigned to it."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 4:54 pm
Riku felt a small vibration on his belt. He reached down and picked up the earpiece on his comm set, and placed it in his ear. "This is Riku," he answered. He stood silently for a moment as the voice on the other end gave him his update. "Understood. I'll head there right now." He placed the earpiece back on the set, then turned down the hall towards the infirmary. After a few minutes, he arrived, and spotted Joel and Agrotera standing outside. "I just got assigned to your mission. They said you'd update me when I got here."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 11:52 pm
(( Seeing that I have lost the profile sheet for the lizard I'm going to be making a new character just as soon as I find the time and find a picture I wish to use for the new character. Now as to what happened to the lizard in the story it's self he died do to unknown reasons....))
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 1:37 pm
((OOC: Um, 'scuse me Mr. F but how long should I make my initial ascent to the top of the tree? This is my first intermediate RP, I don't know how much bigger your standards are here.))
Larry had been climbing for so long his arms were dead sore by this time. He was so on edge from the crumbling cork-like texture of the tree that he was taking longer and longer to decide which knots were suitable for grabbing. "You know, Larry..." he told himself as a coping mechanism "I don't think ever this was a rescue mission. I think it was an assassination mission. 'Cause damn it, when I see that cat I am just going to kill it!"
Larry was definitely nearing the pinnacle of the tree. He noticed that there was movement in the corner of his eye and paused for a moment to look in the direction of it. Next to him, out popped a suitable-sized branch and he tossed himself on to it and hung on. In a pack on his hip, there was a small pair of binoculars. He reached over and grabbed them without making too much movement of the branch. Looking through them, he vaguely noticed in a clump of leaves near the top, some irregular colors poking through the rich greenery of the tree limb.
Larry breathed a small, smug laugh. "Heh, gotcha." he whispered, putting back the binoculars.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 11:00 pm
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@Sonny: There's no rule for how long you should take. That mission's been done in ten posts, it's been done in one post, and if you can stay interested and interesting for a hundred posts, I will genuflect and offer you romantic poetry. The difference between beginner and expert RPing isn't a set of rules; it's how well you tell a story. You're doing fine.
@Myers: Aww, I really liked that lizard...
))
Outside Ryanna Rindell's office, MMHQ
Joel accepted Riku's arrival with a mental note to compliment the tech people on their speed and efficiency the next time he talked to them. They must have had someone on the line with Riku before they had even finished giving him the mission briefing. "Sounds like you're feeling better. The tech monkeys have maps and information set up in conference room B. I'll fill you in when we're all there." Joel led the way to conference room B, confidently following directions that he had received minutes before.
Conference room B was a small room that once had been a dormitory. Thin blue carpeting looked out of place next to stone walls, and the room was brightly lit by four wall mounted electric lights which had started their existence as gas lamps. The room smelled of new carpet. In the center of the room was a long rectangular table with plastic chairs set up around it. Neatly arranged on the table were a stack of folded maps, a sheet of blue paper, a manila folder, and a phone book.
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