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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:34 pm
((YOU LOGGED OFF?! D: BLARGL!))
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:36 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:10 pm
((*Twiddles thumbs, watches a full sixth of the Claymore anime while waiting*))
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:56 pm
((Haha whoa buddy, relax. Are you that into it already? Cause it gets better.))
The only weapon he found was a particularly long letter opener. Most likely it wouldn't be of much use.
There were 11 floors. It was unknown which one the target was on.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:12 pm
Blaine lay on the bed, listening to music for a few minutes before removing them and falling asleep.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:17 pm
Anatoly stashed the letter opener in his pocket and listened through each door for about a minute before advanced to the next one.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:23 pm
On the seventh floor, Anatoly finally found what he was looking for.
"Yes, of course. These Mystickers are top of the line, I assure you. Nowhere else will you find higher-quality stickers." The accent was slightly...unplaceable, although Anatoly could swear that he recognized it. But from where?
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:27 pm
Anatoly changed how he held himself a little and knocked loudly on the door. "Sir, we have a problem!" he yelled through the door.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:31 pm
The voices stopped. There was some muttering, then approaching footsteps.
The other suit stepped out and closed the door before Anatoly could look in. "Who are you?" he asked curtly. His voice was cultured; obviously, he was smarter than his comrade at the door.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:37 pm
"I'm a security contractor, and I'm in charge of letting your men know about potential threats, sir. This location isn't safe," Anatoly 'informed' the guard in a serious voice. "Are you familiar with the name Stark? He has a few of his men on their way here. We think they'll be here in ten, fifteen minutes at the most."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:42 pm
The man raised an eyebrow. "Stark? Never heard of him. How did you get in here, anyways?" He wasn't taking Anatoly seriously.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:45 pm
Anatoly groaned impatiently. "I got in here because I work for you. And Stark is a criminal who has had several run-ins with the government. He's a... mob boss, of sorts, I suppose." Anatoly began 'playing with his hands' to almost-activate his Ice Mysticker. "He's a dangerous man who..." At "man" he finished the tracing and attempted to freeze the man's left kidney, pulling out the letter opener to finish him off if anything went wrong. He had decided already that the man could not remain living as a credible source of information now that Stark's name had come up.
((Also, Joe, could you give information on how Anatoly is gauging their moods whenever you post someone's response to him?))
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:04 pm
Before his strike, Anatoly could tell that the man was not going to be swayed without some proof.
((Like that, yeah?))
The man cried out loudly as his kidney suddenly ceased functioning. He fell to one knee as the voices within the room picked up in panic. The suit, not out yet, drew a small pistol and aimed it awkwardly at Anatoly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:05 pm
Anatoly swore quietly and tackled the suit, thrusting the letter opener into the suit's eye with the full force of his weight behind it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:13 pm
Anatoly's empathetic perception was baffled by the feeling of death. It might be hard to focus for a little while after that.
The suit died, gurgling and bleeding all over Anatoly.
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