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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 6:58 pm
Sanu-Yasha He opened one eye and looked behind himself. "Well hello Mr. Cloaked" He smiled wickedly and pulled a gun from inside of his coat, obviously real, and loaded. "Now, unless you have buiness, and the proper forms to be in that, I suggest you get out..." HE smiles inside his helmet and uncloaks, laughing. He raises his helmet. "I still can't get past you major." He salutes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 7:16 pm
Jake Kabrinski Sanu-Yasha He opened one eye and looked behind himself. "Well hello Mr. Cloaked" He smiled wickedly and pulled a gun from inside of his coat, obviously real, and loaded. "Now, unless you have buiness, and the proper forms to be in that, I suggest you get out..." HE smiles inside his helmet and uncloaks, laughing. He raises his helmet. "I still can't get past you major." He salutes. The Major Salutes and stands up. "But seriously, you need the proper forms for that." His expression quickly went from utter madness, to joy, to anger in three seconds. He put his pistol away, and grabbed a paintball gun. "But, if you fight on my team, I just MIGHT forgive you." , he smiled.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 7:17 pm
"Assuming we can continue on..." Ironwolf whipes the paint from his visor, poping above the low barrier he was hiding behind, scanning with his paintball gun.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:29 pm
*A barrage of paint accompanied by a faint whirring noise begins to rain down upon the paintballers from where Pvt. Mikhail had been employing (or had been employed by?) his evil muse on the cieling earlier.*
*Makes with the demonic laughter*
Isn't science GREAT ladies and gentlemen? Mere sport becomes outlets for genius, and even the less physically inclined can dominate with enough know-how. Truly a wonderful concept indeed. I'm so glad I abuse it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 8:31 am
*walks by everyone in a box* Sleeeeeep
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 9:40 am
"Fire in the Hole!!!!" Tso Runs by and tosses a rather large canister just in front of Hayabusa. It detonates. Blue Paint covers The two and most of the surrounding Area. Crazed Laughter can be heard echoing down the hall after the Sgt.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 4:56 pm
Gah! ~Grabs a paintball gun and barges out~
Taste my painting wrath!!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 7:07 pm
he watches the utter madness as he casually slips around behind the crazy man on the turret thing. He tosses a paint grenade, then throws three more into the hall further down.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 9:05 pm
The Major slinks low to the building, and pelts some random figures. xd
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:53 pm
*At the sight of the paint grenade*
Oh dear... now which button was it?
*frantically searches the control panel*
Aha!
*presses a large green button on the touchpanel and a large plastic shield extends from the back of the gun, but comes between him and the controls momentarily until the grenade detonates and a sensor puts the shield down. At whch point he frantically rolls the turrent backwards and out of the range of the remaining three. Shieldinghis eyes from the resulting explosion of dye, he then lowers his arm and looks around.*
Where did they all go?
What the?!
*The control panel is covered in paint and impossible to see*
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 4:17 pm
The Major hides in some bushes, and waits, like the trained sn][p3r of lore... ninja
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 1:30 pm
Fenris Claiborne *At the sight of the paint grenade* Oh dear... now which button was it? *frantically searches the control panel* Aha! *presses a large green button on the touchpanel and a large plastic shield extends from the back of the gun, but comes between him and the controls momentarily until the grenade detonates and a sensor puts the shield down. At whch point he frantically rolls the turrent backwards and out of the range of the remaining three. Shieldinghis eyes from the resulting explosion of dye, he then lowers his arm and looks around.* Where did they all go? What the?! *The control panel is covered in paint and impossible to see*
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Boota Pouncer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 1:57 pm
Ironwolf shoots at Karazuma's shades, whipping them off adding orange over the black. "Muwhahaha" He shoots down Karazuma's side before ducking behind a corner.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 2:01 pm
ARG! -She slid into the corridor, taking her glasses and attempting to wipe off the paint. Then she runs out paintgun in hand towards where Ironwolf ducked in, shooting randomly at people on the way.-
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Boota Pouncer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 10:03 pm
*Lays on the ground, pink paint covering the left half of his face-mask. He looks up to see his assaillant running down the hallway, and reaches into his pocket pulling out a small plastic device with a few buttons.*
My sentiments.
*He preses the top button, and the turrent swivels around and begins enterring its firing sequence in the direction of Karazuma*
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