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 Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:04 pm
Ah, now this Paul still had a plan for. There were enough pipes that as long as he memorized a specific one, he could easily hide Athena, and he proceeded to do so, disguising the action as a stretch. Now unless someone was specifically looking for it, it would be extremely difficult to find. Paul kept moving towards the mech, looking confused at the hubbub and the steam.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:06 pm
Marco was attempting to mirror Paul's movements, from within the forest of pipes. He stopped near where Paul dropped off Athena, both because it was a good location and to stay within helping range.
Joe began to run to the edge of the platform, then stopped. "Hey, actually, hold on a sec," he called to Maiyeta. He turned back to Jacob.
"Hey dude!" he called. "Send em back and come with us!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:14 pm
"These are bullet punctures!" an Engineer yelled. "Sweep the building!"
((Waiting for Native now?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:16 pm
Marco groaned to himself. *headpipe*
((Yep, looks like it.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:28 pm
So they'd worked out someone was shooting. Time to change up strategy. Except he'd left Athena behind, dangit. That didn't matter; he could do things subtly. He started looking around for something, anything, either deadly sharp or explosive.
((Yeah, whatever, Marco. Paul knows what he's doing.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:39 pm
Jacob nodded, "Good, I didn't want to have to explain why these people, who were passengers on a plane, suddenly have no plane and are babbling about floating rocks..." he commented as he moved to send the people back.
Once he accomplished that, he would follow after Joe.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:50 pm
The everything turned upside down. Jacob, the passengers, and the plane appeared in the middle of...
Huh.
Of something. It was very grassy, fairly flat ground. Very empty.
((Does Paul expect to just find grenades or swords lying around?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:52 pm
"Um...s**t...I didn't wanna go with them..." he said to himself.
He looked around, Where am I?
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:53 pm
Joe looked around. "Jacob?" he called. "Jacob!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:54 pm
((No, but he's already pirated a toolbox - there's got to be something reactive or sharp-edged somewhere that could be easily removed from its hiding place. It's CK, they've gotta have tools.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:10 pm
((Ah, you meant in the box?))
The toolbox contained screwdrivers, wrenches, and the like, mostly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:13 pm
((Oh, anywhere really.))
No, that wasn't that useful... it would take too long to manually disassemble things. He supposed a good wrench to the skull could bring down people and raise bigger questions, but that was even more dangerous. He needed to slip back into the crowds and go silent for a while; he was hoping the havoc would have given him a chance, but it hadn't so far.
He didn't know that it wouldn't, though.
Now he approached the mech, looking for exposed bits that looked damageable or easy-to-open hatches that looked like they were for maintenance.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:14 pm
((...nothing for Jacob?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:16 pm
Joe frantically pulsed mana in an effort to pinpoint Jacob or the people.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:22 pm
((Jacob hasn't made any action.))
Joe's pulses found nothing.
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Jacob noticed the tingling mana buzz he had felt was gone.
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Paul found that most of the sensitive parts were covered by large metal parts that would have to be unscrewed to be fixed.
The mech began to walk forward, leaving Paul behind. "Clear the way, Grand Armor comin' through!" the pilot yelled. Several more were entering the large room beyond.
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