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 Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:41 pm
((Wow, I posted back on Tuesday and have come back to check out the rp every day since then, and SirBayer's the only one who's posted here since then. Did I kill it again or something? And here I thought that it was finally back to how it used to be, but apparently I was wrong. Oh well.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 6:42 pm
((Hehe, no harm done. And you didn't kill it, Joe is just still a lazy son of a gun.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 8:46 pm
((Oh, so it is back to how it used to be. Good to know.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 3:15 am
((Actually, dickwad, all of my internetz have been down for like, a week. So you can shut up.
I don't have an update right now, since I'm on for like, 10 minutes and have a lot to do. Keep holding on.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 7:02 am
((So, yeah. Basically, Joe is being lazy.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:02 am
((Ok, Joe gave me the ok to start roleplaying here again so I'm back. Hope nobody missed me too much.))
Mike was freaking out trying to figure out what to do next. He stood in front of the rubble that was once Blazer Black's HQ and he had no clue where everyone would have gone. If only he hadn't gotten separated from Anatoly and Z, one of them might have known what to do, but he had. He had run, there was no other option really. Running wasn't anything new for him, but it usually began with him pissing off the wrong person. Besides he wasn't supposed to have to run anymore, that was the whole reason he agreed to join Blazer Black in the first place, so he'd be stronger, strong enough to deal with his problems and not try to escape them. He thought about trying to find any remnants of his stuff, but decided that nothing could have really survived. He had a little bit of cash that he had, had on him, and he was still carrying his knives. Worst case scenario, he would have to retrieve another one of his getaway stashes, but for now he would need to clean himself up and then try to locate everyone who survived. He tried to think back to anything he might have heard that would help him locate everyone, but came up empty handed. When he thought about it he didn't really know much of anything about Blazer Black, but it was too late to start worrying about that now. He decided to head back to his old gym, he could shower and grab the extra pair of clothes he left in a locker there. Afterwards he would start searching for any types of clues to where everyone might have gone. As he started out towards the gym he tried to remember anything, any little details, even a scrap of details that might help him. It was so much easier when they would just find him rather than him trying to find them.
((And a reappearance of my notoriously random long posts.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 3:12 pm
Mike slowly began to remember something about the waterfront, although he couldn't be positive that it had any relation to Blazer Black. Still, that might be the best optionm, since he had no other ideas.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 3:37 pm
Mike left the gym, now squeaky-clean and in fresh clothes. Since he hadn't come up with any other leads he decided to try the waterfront, if that failed he'd probably take a page from Anatoly's book and bluff his way into a police station and see if they had anything on the incident, or if they might at least be able to tell him the last known location of their car. He reached the waterfront and started looking around trying to find one of Blazer Black's cars or at least figure out which building seemed most likely to be a temporary HQ.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 4:36 pm
A man walked alongside his colleague, his white shirt unbuttoned to ventilate his chest. He eyed the streets around him, masking his scans with a happy expression. His golden eyes glowed through his glasses, as if they could pierce through the walls of the buildings.
He was, unknowingly, one of the most dangerous men to walk those streets. An odd sticker was placed in the center of his right palm, with a strange insignia on it. If anyone was knowledgeable in Anglo-Saxon runes, they would realize the insignia spelled, "Snapdragon".
And his name was Jack. Jack Aoras, the newest addition to the mysterious organization known as "Indigo Rose".
He turned his head, his hair flipping lazily to the side. "Tell me, what are we looking for again, Jenner? I seem to have lost my train of thought."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 1:37 pm
Mike saw, across a long yard, two cars parked. One of them was a Blazer Black SUV.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 4:46 pm
Only recognizing one care Mike was unsure if he was walking into a trap or not. He prepped his ice mysticker and started towards the warehouse closest to the cars, hopefully ready for anything that might come at him. He noticed that the rubble around the building created a type of barricade. This gave him a bit more hope, almost positive now that this was meant to be a HQ, but that still didn't tell him if he was walking into a trap or not.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 7:36 pm
There was an ominous rumble in the ground.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:25 pm
Mike halted as the ground shook. He summoned up his sword halting the creation just as it was about to finish, in order to allow him to use his serpent blade technique without having to reactivate his mysticker a second time. It was a trick he came up with for battle. If he were to use his technique in battle before he'd have to activate his mysticker again and this would put his opponents on edge ready to defend. By doing this he drains a steady amount of energy, but it allows him to reform his blade once or twice before his concentration falters and the sword completes. And with this he charged the building watching for any signs of movement. Hopefully the ground shaking was just a coincidence, but he doubted it, he had never been that lucky.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 6:33 pm
When he was halfway between the debris wall and the warehouse, huge vines exploded out of the ground ,swinging and grabbing at Mike from all directions.
At the same time, 4 figures flitted through the vines effortlessly. Any vines that got close exploded or was sliced in half neatly as the 4 shapes made their very rapid way to the warehouse.
Mike had been followed!
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:53 pm
Crap! He swung his sword around slicing the vines that got in his way as he charged the warehouse and in a second when he could spare it he shot a javelin like piece of ice through one of the open windows. He made sure it was weak enough that it would shatter upon impact with anything harder than a pillow. Hopefully it would warn whoever was inside that people were coming and to be prepared. He had thought that he escaped before, and he was almost positive that no one had been behind him on his way here, but he must have missed them somehow. He tried his best to catch up to the people as they made their ways through the vines, hoping he would be able to stop at least one of them. He reactivated his mysticker since he had broken his concentration earlier when he shot off the javelin and shot ice shards towards the one who was closest to him, keeping his blade in its same basic shape and just launching the spikes from the tip.
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