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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: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:57 pm
He nodded at her offer, "That would be nice, thank you. It doesn't look like anyone is here at the moment. I can take you to where the Tech might be. Him or the Librarian will be able to help you out more than I can. If the Librarian is here, don't let his appearance intimidate you too much." He spoke in the calm and quiet tone that he talked in most of the time. This time with various pauses though because of his current state. "I have to check in with one of them soon anyways," he added.
They headed to the cafeteria so he could sit down and allow her to patch him up, or what ever she felt would do. "If no one is here, we will have to wait till someone finishes their mission. If you want while we wait, after I get some rest, we can use the simulator. I will take responsibility if they say something about you using when your not yet a mercinary. I don't think there will be too much of a problem though."
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 4:27 pm
heart You found my heart and rebuilt it from dust... heart
"Before I heal you, you should get some food. You'll be ravenous by the time I'm done. Thank you for the advice, I'll take you up on that. At least, for talking to someone who could help me. At least I have a good chance of getting in, anyway." Outai said as she sat at the same table as he had.
"By the way, I don't think we've introduced ourselves. I am Outai Tabibito, and this is my companion, Moonstar." Outai said as she nodded towards Mooney, who was still sitting on her shoulder, "I call him Mooney for short, though."
heart ...and now let me return the favor for you. heart
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:00 pm
He nodded politely to her, and then the cat. "I am Shadow Dragon. It is nice to officially meet you," he said with a calm voice and another small nod. "I'm not really hungry, but i think I'll have one of those turkey sandwiches just so that you don't have to worry about me being ravenous later on. I hope you wont mind if I close my eye for a few minutes while you work. The pain, or discomforts, wont bother me much."
Except, perhaps, for the bullet that is resting just under my lower right rib. She will get a reaction out of me when she gets to it, I'm sure.
After he had the sandwich, he closed his eye to rest while she worked. He had several bullets still in him in various locations. Some he didn't notice much, and some were unconfortable. He even dislocated his shoulder at one point in the battle in order to manuver around 3 enemies. He relocated it in the same movement. There was the big gash on his left arm which was covered by the black shirt he had been wearing. His left arm was red and brown from the dry blood that came from that flesh wound. He also had small cuts and scratches and bruses all over his body, including his face. Some dried blood was keeping his left eye shut.
The moment he thought about his right shoulder, he rotated and adjusted it. It was more of a sub-conscious movement than anything else. He didn't even know he moved it. He might have noticed had he not been exhausted.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:28 pm
The game was a real predictable one. That is if you lived in the area and knew what the fans were like. Offensive language was shouted by both sides, beer was swilled like water and nachos gorged like bread and the Yankees fans felt extra smug when their leading man ran a double. Of course that was before the Mets had their pitcher strike out the Yankees leading man the next time at bat and then the cycle of cursing, booze and nachos began anew. God bless America's passtime!
Larry had himself grabbed some stuff at the bottom of the fourth and was on his way back to the stands, all the while thinking of his mother and sisters. He had managed to funnel just enough money to his mother that right about now she was probably relaxing in the sunlit scenery of a Sarasota, Florida retirement home. And Marissa... Larry had sent her all the money she needed to survive and the most she made of it was a career in the wrong sort of trade.
It never was about money, he realized, it was about love. And now Larry had only to fear being held in contempt of every person in his family simply for trying to find them a better life.
Larry slumped against one of the stadium's pillars outside his aisle and sighed. "Oh, Marissa." Larry said out loud "How would I ever be able to tell you after all these years?" Suddenly a pair of hands reached out and grabbed a hot dog and root beer from his tray. Larry jerked his head up and knocked the back of it into the pillar. "Tell her what?" Clarissa asked, unwrapping the hot dog "Please go on, she isn't listening."
Larry shook his head and sighed "Nothing." only to have the path down to his seat blocked by his sister.
"Sis, please get out of the way we're gonna get in trouble." Larry half-heartedly demanded of her.
"Don't worry about them, they're too busy with the real trouble." she said pointing to the shirtless fat men "Now tell me what you would have wanted to say."
"I can't say it to you. It's too hard."
"No, it's easy. Just imagine I'm Marissa, that shouldn't be too hard."
"Claris, I-I. I can't just..." Larry stammered, looking at the ground at first.
"I just didn't mean for things to turn out for her this way." he confessed "And I wish that when things started to go bad, I had been there for her more instead of going out at night and doing bad things to get money." Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet hers. "And I wish that she knew how much I... Uh, how much I..."
At that moment, Larry noticed that Clarissa's make-up wasn't stained where she had been crying. Her eyes normally got red whenever she cried too and were now perfectly white as if she hadn't been crying at all. Larry continued along where he left off "Uh... How much I really love her. And I guess... How much I really wish I could have made it up to her, me bein' AWOL all these years."
Larry waited to hear Clarissa's response. After a few seconds, she let him by and stepped up to give him a kiss on the cheek, saying afterwards "I think she'd like that, that was real sweet of you."
She walked back down to the aisle and left Larry silently descending step-by-step. Larry slowly accepted that he realized why her eyes weren't red or her cheeks smeared with mascara. Clarissa was actually Marissa with a decent eloquence to her voice. A believable disguise if you couldn't tell the difference between them, and they literally looked identical.
"No, it couldn't be." Larry momentarily denied, stepping back to his seat before noticing the real Clarissa with her eyes still a little red and a tiny trace of her smeared mascara remaining on her cheek. Larry's eyes darted over to Marissa and widened, greeted by her miraculously unchanged girlish smile and a quick wink. Larry hesitated a moment and smiled back at her and they both turned their attention back to the field.
"GO YANKEES!!!"
"GO METS!!!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:32 pm
heart You found my heart and rebuilt it from dust... heart
"Well, I'm surprised you made it this far with all those wounds. It might take me two or three sessions to completely heal you, but right now I can get you past most of the worst part." Outai said as she raised her hand, palm out towards Shadow.
Outai really didn't need to put her hand up - it was mostly just for show. However, she didn't mind showing off a little bit, and figured that, since some of the wounds were too small to be slicing wounds, that they were likely puncture wounds caused by a small projectile. This could mean that there were still bits of metal in him that could later cause problems, especially if they are too close to a vital organ or a major blood vessel.
Soon a cool, refreshing breeze seemed to flow by Shadow, almost too cool, but not quite enough to be uncomfortable. As it did, the shallow cuts and bruises seemed to disappear, and the larger, more problematic wounds sealed up reasonably well, so that they wouldn't bleed too terribly bad later. Out of the small puncture wounds came several small bullets, which Outai had detected and pulled out on her own, being extremely careful not to even touch vital organs or major blood vessels. After the bullets were out, the puncture wounds sealed themselves. When she was done, the breeze dissipated back to nothing, leaving behind what would likely be a loud rumble from his stomach and quite possibly more exhaustion than he already felt. At least now he would be considered in the safe zone.
"Your body doesn't have enough energy to fully heal you. Get some rest, and I'll come find you at your next meal and finish things up. Until then, no heavy activity - basically just keep it to some light walking - and no lifting anything heavier than eight pounds. I don't want to risk those wounds coming open and you bleeding to death. Oh, and do you want to keep these?"
Outai showed him the small handful of bullets she had pulled from his body and caught in her upraised hand.
heart ...and now let me return the favor for you. heart
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:14 pm
He wiped the blood that was keeping his left eye shut, and then opened both eyes. "Thank you," he replied thankfully, but not enthusiastically. He doesn't get excited often, and when he does, he tries not to show it. "I shall go lie down and should be fine in the morning. I think i will keep these as simple reminders." He recieved the bullets from her.
"I think I shall be going to my quarters now. I think there is a guest room you can stay in for the night, if you so choose. I don't know if you sent prior word of your arrival. If you did, then you might already have a room with your name on it. Good night, ma'am." He said calmly, with a hint of exhaustion. He bowed politely once more, and went on his way.
She is a very interesting being. She'll fit in just fine, I think. Everyone here is unique in their own way. It seems that she might be a little surprised at how normal 'unique' is here.
He got to his room and sighed. He then removed the remains of the t-shirt that was tied around his arm and put it in the trash. He took of his torn jacket and decided to hang it up, for now. He took a warm shower, then laid in his bed. His dragon katana ceremoniously placed by the bed, like he had the first time he came here.
She did a good job of healing me. I hope she understood how much I appreciated it. I don't think i portrayed it well though. I look forward to working with her in the future.
He slept soundly for the first time in months.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:52 pm
Po almost immediately raised a wall of darkness, but Riku created his own ball of light and passed through it. Tendrils of shadow licked out at him, cutting him in several places, but he kept going. The good thing about their abilities, Riku thought to himself, is that they work quite well against each other. He grabbed Po by the neck and tossed her across the room, away from Li. Almost immediately, the light surrounding Li began to dim. Gregory took the advantage that now presented itself, and swung his claymore at Li. It sliced through air as Li ducked under the blow- barely.
Riku quickly closed the gap between him and Po, landing a powerful right hook into the side of her head. She reeled back from the blow, and tried to conjure more shadows, but they receded back.
"No! Sister!" Li tried to run to her aide, but Gregory smacked him with the butt of his sword, and he went unconscious. Po tried to get up, but Riku pulled a small knife from his pocket and placed it at her throat.
"It's over," he said, and Po lowered her head. She began to chuckle- but not her laugh. It was a man's, deep and full of malice.
"You may have won this round, assassin." She looked up, and Riku reeled back at the look in her eyes. Her pupils had dilated to an impossible size. She rose up, floating in the air. "But you cannot escape us forever."
"No, we will be back," the voice came from behind him, and he turned to se Li floating in the air as well, the same look on his face. "And when we return, you shall die."
"Show yourself, you coward!" Riku shouted in anger. Whoever this guy was, he was using these two CHILDREN as puppets. "Fight me yourself!"
"Kavinsky has no further use for these weak fools," the man's voice uttered from Po's mouth. "Until we meet again, assassin." With that, the two fell to the ground. Riku reached down to check Po's pulse. Nothing.
"She's dead," he said, turning to Gregory.
"Aye, laddie. This one's bit it, too," he replied back, a solemn look on his face. "
Riku pulled out his phone and pressed a speed-dial button. "This is Riku. The crystal has been recovered. I'm returning to MMHQ." He paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Yin and Yang are dead."
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:05 am
((Anyways, I think Balthazaar's permanently MIA, so I'm probably going to take over his last mission- bringing down Kavinsky Enterprises.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:28 am
A rather scared-looking boy stood up from where he'd been sitting in the lobby, and looked around, holding his peice of paper expectantly.
Who am I supposed to give this application to? he wondered as he loked back at his one suitcase and the small fox curled up uderneath his chair. He didn't want to leave them there, much less wake Spark up.
He turned back around and spotted someone on the far side of the room.
"Hey! Can you help me? I don't know where to turn in this application."
He Ran over to hand the piece of paper to the person.
It said:
-JOB APPLICATION!--
Name: Martin Brevaly
DOB: February 14, 1992 (makes him 16)
Past Occupations: Student, Inventor
Specialties: Mechanical Knowledge, Agility/hidden weapons, Pilot skills.
Gender: Male
Pets: Small Fox named Spark
Disabilities: Slight asthma (He'll react badly to bad air conditions)
Photo I.D.:http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc17/kisaroar/hiromu1.jpg
Brief Description of why you wish to join us (Mishap Mercinaries): Because I want to Help people, and no one is left for me to turn to.
Desired Squadron or rank you wish to be: Rookie or higher, if possible.
Other: Martin's got an almost psychic ability with metal, mechanics, and robotic parts. He's almost as good with computers, but not nearly as good as his mechanical knowledge. He was raised near airplanes, and has been flying them ever since he was 8. He s incredibly agile from squeezing into tight places and balancing on wings of air crafts while fixing them, and can hide a weapon pretty much anywhere on his body. Combined with his Martial Arts training, he uses these skills to disarm and hinder his opponents while dodging their attacks, Rather than brute force.
((OOC: I've already sent this to magnavar. He said I was good to go. So I decided to post it here as well, so all of you know me. razz ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:54 pm
(( Okay, I posted my character's info on the guild! So you can check there, ahaha... ))
Korie shook her head at his question. "No, I wasn't assigned a squad, and since now they're pretty much out, I have no idea when I'm going to get one." She flexed her gloved fingers, watching them for a moment before shrugging. "I guess that I'll be lazing about a bit longer before I can really get going. It's boring..." She sighed. She had to be patient before she could experience the excitement, eh? Oh well. "I guess I should just wait for my codename. It's all I can do right now, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 1:00 pm
heart You found my heart and rebuilt it from dust... heart
"Rest well, Shadow." Outai said simply as she got up and went back to the library.
She had worked many times with many different people - some normal, and some not so normal - and knew that there was nothing new. She wouldn't be surprised if half of the assassins and mercenaries here were demons or angels or something like that. Not only that, she didn't really care whether or not Shadow appreciated her help. Granted, she liked being appreciated, and it wasn't just one's voice that could show it. She had read in his eyes that he appreciated it, and that was enough for her. Besides, at least she had the opportunity to explore this place. If she got lost, well, she could just ask around. For now, she was content with the library.
"Outai," Mooney spoke up telepathically, "was that a good idea? Showing off like that?"
"Mooney, you should know by now that places like this aren't going to be filled with only humans, and if it was, that these humans wouldn't be surprised a bit at what I just did."
"Good point. Still..."
"It's not like you to worry so much. What's on your mind?"
"This place is full of demons, witches, warlocks, and whatnot. What if one of them knows you? What if one of them means you harm?"
"Too bad for them. I doubt that, if I work here, they will allow other mercenaries that work here to battle others. Even if they do, you know very well that I can handle myself, and you can handle yourself, too."
"Just don't forget that we're a team."
"Have I ever?"
"Good point. Sorry, Outai, I guess that some of the brainwaves I'm picking up around here have me a bit uneasy."
"Why? It's nothing new."
"I know."
"Then stop worrying."
"Okay then."
And that was the end of that little argument.
heart ...and now let me return the favor for you. heart
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:00 pm
((OOC: Yeah. Mine's in the guild's section as well, but I thought i should re-post it here. sweatdrop As I can't really do anything until someone tells me where to go.... I don't think I can make an IC post just yet.....))
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:32 pm
[[you can make an IC post. post about ariving in the HQ. There is a woman in the library, and my character just got back from a mission. it seems that there is another here as well, but I am unsure as to her location. And it looks like another merc will be back from his mission soon too.]]
The morning came and Shadow was ready for the new day. He felt revitalized and ready to go. He wasn't worried about starting on a new mission yet, because there was no one back yet to give out the mission. He figured he would have at least one day to take things a little easy.
He sat up and stretched. He then went over to his closet and put on a spare outfit that he had stored. Black shirt, black coat, black cargo pants, black boots. The whole outfit. He threw his old outfit in the trash. He then kneeled in front of the table that his katana was resting on and proceeded to cerimoniously retrieve it and put it on his person. He had already cleaned it right after the battle, just before he left on his journey back to HQ.
He stood up again, and left his room. He was a little hungry, so he decided to get a pastry for breakfast.
I wonder where Outai is, she said something about finishing up with the healing. I don't think it is neccessary, but it would be rude for me not to seek her out. Hmmm. There are 2 new precenses here. Or at least they are unfamiliar to me.
He then went to the library, figuring that would be the best place to start.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:55 pm
heart You found my heart and rebuilt it from dust... heart Outai had long since pulled several books from the shelves and carried them to a nearby table the night before. She had spent the entire night reading as Mooney slept on the top of her head - his favorite place to lay down. It didn't bother her having Mooney on her head. She was used to it after all these years, to the point where she could easily walk, run, or fly with Mooney precariously balanced on her head without disturbing him. Right now, she was just sitting and reading. She had already read over half of the books in the large stack that was next to her, and was busily reading a book, taking notes on it in a small, leather bound journal at the same time.
As Outai was reading, she sensed Shadow nearby. Rather, she detected his brainwaves nearby. He was awake, and it seemed he was much more rested than the day before. His wounds probably hadn't even opened, knowing anything, and that was a good sign. heart ...and now let me return the favor for you. heart
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 5:39 pm
((OOC: So i should edit the one I've already got?))
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