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| Who Should Become Vice-Commander? Vote Now Fools! |
| Ace (Sokata) |
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| GroundWalker (Joel) |
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| Total Votes : 47 |
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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 11:12 am
Xinrie wandered in after them. She didn't have super noctournal sight or anything, but she could move by sounds and by how the wind blew. Pausing when they paused, she'd make sweeps of the enviorment. Dark, dreary and wet, the perfect place to catch some sort of awful disease or film a horror movie. They splashed with each step, but not loud enough to be heard. It wouldn't be much longer before they hit the dry land again...
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 6:38 pm
Shadow moved cautiously forward, paying attention to the location of the other two behind him. Their distance from him and of course where the tree of them were heading. They came up to the 'T' intersect and he stopped just before it. He used a minor meditation skill to see ahead, like 3rd person, to locate possible obstacles.
Down the left there seemed to be nothing. Rats, upon rats. One turn it seemed. The other side came up short, with a great drop, like a well or an old fashion toilet. He was surprised they couldn't smell it. He suddenly noticed an object out of place to the left, a rustling.
He decided to telpathically describe his observations to Outai's cat. He could send it directly to the two women, but he knew that it could be startling if your not prepared for an outside thought. And he would consider it to be an invasion of privacy without permision. He assumed the cat would understand and would know to share it with the two women. He would wait there for a decision.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 11:29 pm
Sadly, Outai's cat, Moonstar, was covering his nose with his paws. He could not stand the smell! And even though he was spoiled on Outai's great cooking, the sound of the rats awakened his primal feline instincts to hunt. However, he restrained himself and merely nodded at Shadow when he got the telepathic message.
Feeling sorry for her friend, Outai pulled a handkerchief out of her bag that she kept handy in case someone needed it. Nestling Mooney in one arm, she used her other to carefully tie it around his head so that it would cover his nose. She herself could not smell much at all - one of the downfalls of what she had become at normal times, but now a blessing in disguise.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:55 pm
Xinrie frowned, nodding her head to the left in a signal for the others to head there. The smell didn't bother her at all, she played around with corpses fro a living so such a trivial thing as rank smelling water was nothing to her. Actually, she'd take this smell any day over the smell of rotting flesh. "...."
ooc:: Sorry guys, was at a con for a long while, meant to post on Sunday, and then Monday, but I was still too exhausted to write something x-x
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 10:17 pm
((lucky...))
Outai nodded in affirmation, to show that she had seen Xinries directions. She followed Xinrie down the tunnels, as she had no clue the exact location they were heading for or how to get there.
((sorry, can't think.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:57 am
[[where has everyone gone??]]
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:24 pm
ooc:: To the pit of despair? D; I unno, I was waiting for you to post
Gotta start advertising again
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 9:02 pm
((dead thread is dead. *uses angel's prayer on thread*))
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:58 pm
ooc:: Yuh, give it till mid-May. Ryanna and Kai are comin' home for the summer, and I've already started advertising for this place again. Got bringing it back from the pits of death. This has happened before, and I can make it live again, just as I did before.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 4:58 pm
((ok good. i'd hate to see a place like this die. it has too much potential to let that happen))
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 5:42 pm
((Where the s**t have my squad gone? Been waiting for a post for ages.))
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 4:02 pm
((Where oh Where has my squad gone?
Where oh where could they be?
There's one who's old, and made of all metal.
Where oh where could Ace be?
HA. I found Rusty. mrgreen Haha. Go me. mrgreen
I here...I here. What should we do?))
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 5:07 pm
((OoC: I hope this is a good start, and if it's not feel free to tell me so I can move it. I'd hate to interrupt any of your missions.))
A tall man in plain steel plate armor walked to the front of a large building, the very building that housed the fabled mercenaries. Multiple weapons were over his shoulders and at his hilt, and anyone not used to seeing men like him would wonder why anyone would need multiple weapons for anything. His eyes narrowed as he looked for anything unusual. Certainly such a foreboding place would have some form of defense from outsiders.
Aleric walked around the outside of the two story building, and wondered what on earth made this place so renowned. Sure they were known for taking any job. Sure they were known for they're efficiency. Sure they were known for getting every job done. None of this attracted Aleric to the place. What attracted him was the simple fact that no job was too bloody, too violent, or too dangerous to attempt. Morals and virtue be burned, as long as they were paid, the job was done and done well.
This was why Aleric was here. The army hadn't wanted him; He was too ready to deal with the problem in the bloodiest way possible. Too long had his superiors overlooked him. Too long had his squad members dishonored him with their backstabbing. If Aleric couldn't be the greatest soldier in a professional army, he'd be the greatest warrior in an army-for-hire.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 6:05 pm
ooc:: Me thinks a reorganization and roll call ar ein need to figure out where the heck everyone went ;[ Oh and Welcome to the new rookie x3 !
"Urgh...Heavy...How could one pot weight so much?" The disgruntled voice of a young man could be heard pouring from the outside walkway. The owner of the complaint could be seen wandering along the cobblestone path that led to the former all girl's academy. A massive pot that was twice the man's size encompassed his hands, and blocked his features from view. Actually, all that could be seen of him were two nightmare black wings and shaky feet sticking out awkwardly on either side of the pot. From a distance, he looked like a walking pot with wings.
He wandered up to the double-doored entrance, still not noticing the newcomer wandering around the building. Stopping, he heaved the pot carefully to the ground and quickly resumed a crouched runner's stance. Swallowing hard, he leapt from his spot, a foot hit the stone tile, causing a massive pit to open forth from the ground, it was so deep that the bottom couldn't even be seen, simply an abyss. " A PIT!?" The boy hollered in surprise, snapping his wings open to glide to the other side. Upon landing another pit opened beneath him. "Guh!" He kept landing and flying, three more times over until he finally reached the safety of the doorway. Only to have to duck and scramble for the hand print identifier as a massive axe swung out of nowhere to slice his head off with ease. He smacked his hand against the pad, a Tiny 'accepted' screen appeared just in time to stop the gun that had just shoved it's barrel into the poor guy's face from going off. "Holy s**t........ " He slid down the doorframe, panting from exhaustion. "A pit? Last time it was arrows, and the time before that it was a guillotine routine...Ugh, I have got to talk to Security about this entrance." He moaned.
Yes, just to get near the front door, one literally had to dodge an obstacle course of death. But hey, that's the Mishap way! If you weren't good enough to do that, then you might as well not even bother entering the building.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 6:13 pm
Aleric watched the boy scramble around as trap after trap activated. His senses hadn't let him down after all; the place was rigged with apparently every trap imaginable. As the saying goes, "One does simply walk into Mordor" wherever that was. It was probably some made up land that mothers scared their children with in hopes the brats would stop begging for food.
Aleric walked over to the pot, careful to not step on anything that appeared to be rigged, and too extra care to not step anywhere near the boy had been. What was so important or dangerous about the pot that it had been left outside?
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