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 Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:12 pm
"Eh, fine with me. Do me a quick favor though. Since it seems you're planning to fight the indigo roses with the few of you that are left, try to stop them from taking your mystickers when you're killed. I'd be more than happy to take them off your corpses later." Mike said turning to leave. He waved back at Nathan and added "It was nice teaming up with you, have a nice time with your old team, hopefully they treat you better from now on." and he mumbled something about them attacking one of their own supposed teammates when he was injured as he started to walk away.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:11 am
Psyche looked at Sarah, ignoring Mike.
"You're not...? What are you talking about? Of course you are!"
He pulled some Stickers out of his pocket; a few Level 1s. "Pick one," he said. "You might be a Blazer, and get great power. Or you might not, and then you might die. Your call."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 4:29 pm
Mike called back to Sarah, "My advice, pick ice, it can be pretty useful, especially if you already know how to fight, but the choice is yours either way." As he passed Nathan he bumped him lightly and kept going hoping Nathan hadn't paid him much attention. He padded the car keys now in his pocket and thought about the note he had left in their place that read If you ever need my help call me at one of the number at the bottom of the page. I'll call you back within 5 minutes, if I don't it's probably cause I can't and possibly no longer can. and was followed with a couple of phone numbers and his signature. "See you around." he said and turned the corner. He walked slowly because he didn't want his hurried footsteps to draw attention.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:28 am
((Why does this place seem to die so easily/randomly? I mean it's been another week that no one's posted here, are we just finally going to say it's finished or something?))
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:10 pm
Sarah scoffed. "The hell you on about?" Her? A Blazer? That was a laugh. Still she snatched up a fire Sticker. She placed it on her forearm and hesitated to activate it. "After all this s**t, I wouldn't be surprised," she muttered. She activated it, and watched to see what would happen.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:19 pm
Sarah's eyes widened to the max when a huge burst of flame appeared on her arm. She screamed as it spread all over her body, trying desperately to slap it out.
Psyche stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "Stop," he said softly. "Look."
She looked down, fearful and shivering. The fire was on her skin, it was...wait...it was on her, but she wasn't burning. In fact, the fire had stopped spreading. It was contained in a sleeve over her arm, and it was staying there.
She was a Blazer!
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:33 pm
Sarah was cursing like no tomorrow when she saw the flames. When it finally contained itself over her arm, Sarah just gaped. "Well I'll be damned." She moved her hand around and realized that no, she was not burning, but yes, her arm was on fire. On. ********. Fire.
She looked at Psyche in amazement. "Well....s**t." Now what?
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:36 pm
Nathan shrugged. "You shouldn't be so concerned, y'know. Kind of a surprise to everyone, but it's not a big deal. You know, excluding the fact that you're now a god among humans, and you're being hunted by an elite THE ******** STOLE MY KEYS," Nathan suddenly roared, turning towards the hallway and starting off in a sprint, priming his stickers. "THIEF!" he roared, racing down after the man. "Pickpocket!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:32 pm
As soon as Mike heard Nathan running after him, he swore under his breath and broke into a full out run. As he passed the next door way he activated his sticker and created a thick wall of ice, hoping to slow down Nathan a bit. He made it outside heading straight for the car.
((Oh yeah, nice to see you guys again, I missed the rp.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:18 pm
Anatoly and Hawke were about leave when a patron walking by tripped and flailed out. His hand caught on the jacket of the Sticker dealer, jerking it off of his shoulders and halfway down his back.
From within the confines of the coat came spilling a handful of Stickers, all rather powerful and all rather illegal. The man calmly began to pick them up as other patrons turned to look.
A quick glance at Hawke showed that he wasn't moving.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:19 pm
"Hands off for now," Anatoly murmured to Hawke, quietly enough that the dealer couldn't possibly hear. "We shouldn't even be here, strictly speaking."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:21 pm
Hawke looked at him strangely. "What are you talking about?" as he sipped his drink.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:28 pm
"I'm heading out for now," Anatoly informed Hawke. He had stickers (and a letter opener) to retrieve.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:41 pm
Hawke was about to nod, but at that moment, the dealer accidentally activated an Ice Mysicker. A sheet of ice spread all over the floor, causing a rather large man to slip and fall on the table of two other men.
In short order, a brawl opened up. Anatoly knew this would be a good opportunity to strike. Whichever way he saw fit.
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