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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:25 pm
"Heal me so we can go back, you a**," Anatoly groaned. "We don't have the goods."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:27 pm
Nathan nodded. "Then what on earth was the Guardian talking about?" he inquired. "Nevermind, we obviously have no idea as a single unit.
"So, how old are you?" Nathan inquired. It was a bit of an odd question coming from him; with his stature and build, he looked more like he was eighteen than twenty-six. "Have you gotten any education?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:31 pm
Blaine shrugged, he had no idea what the Guardian was talking about either, "I'm seventeen." he said, "I graduated from high school early, but I haven't enrolled in any colleges. What about you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:04 am
At first the boy didn't register; Anna rolled over and curled up prefering to stay in her dreamland. Then it clicked. She suddenly sat up with wide eyes and looked this way and that before her dark-red eyes landed on the boy in the door. Anna was suddenly up and zooming past the boy quickly looking around; everyone was gone already. Anna's tanned hands pulled at her long hair as a look of despair washed over her face. They were all training and she had been sleeping!
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 5:32 am
"I'm almost, almost, almost done with my fourth year of college, I'll have a bachelor's in Comp Sci," Nathan responded. "Thus, the laptop. More importantly, a Macintosh. Wouldn't trust a Windows machine with my grade anymore than you'd trust a sheep with a wolf," Nathan said, almost darkly. They kept moving, and it occured to Nathan that they hadn't found anything like what they were looking for. "Gee... maybe we went the wrong way?" Nathan suggested, glancing around.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:22 am
Blaine nodded, "Good for you." he said, smirking at his comments on Windows. They stopped and Blaine looked around, "I think we may have..." he said...
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:09 am
"Wait!" Nathan cried. "Behold!" and with that, he sprang over to a door and gave it a good solid kick. Unfortunately, it needed the handle to be turned, and Nathan did no more than to fall over painfully. "Crap. Let's try the handle, shall we?" he inquired, standing up and pushing it open. Inside stood a very high-school-ish mess hall affair; many tables were set amidst the broad, tall-ceiling-ed room. "Well, there we go," Nathan said satisfied-ish-ly, nodding and smiling smugly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:02 pm
Blaine raised an eyebrow at Nathan's antics an laughed quietly. Blaine looked inside the room, "I think this is it." he agreed, walking inside.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:51 pm
((heal? I don't have a heal mysticker.))
"Hmm. That may be a problem." Bitong agreed "I might have a heal mysticker, but no promises. If I don't, we go, if I do, we stay and get the goods, and go."
Bitong started to rummage through his pockets, trying to find the needed mysticker.
((Joe, you get to decide what we do from this point.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:12 pm
Acquired a while ago: Mend1
Acquired by: Venom3001
Anatoly moaned from the effort of squirming his way out of Bitong's grip and began to make his way back to where the other man had fallen. "We must. Retrieve. The final objectives." He checked his Mend 1 for any power in it and activated what it had.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:24 pm
((Venom, damn you! Stop posting in red, it makes me think that I ******** up somewhere! xd ))
Mend 1 had a limited number of uses. Kicking into overdrive doubled its use, as proportional to its doubled healing. Running at a standard operating time of one and a half minutes per heal, for half an hour, Anatoly had used 20 of the Mend's 25 uses. He had sufficient power left to get him back inside.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:30 pm
Anatoly used the rest of its healing, mainly on his head and legs. He didn't expect to need his arms much, but he prepared his Ice 1 again just in case.
((But Joe, I did pick up the Mend a while ago and you never gave me the message for it. >_<))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:36 pm
((Ahh. Good point.
All right, so everyone knows. You don't acquire a Mysticker officially until:
a. It has been acknowledged as yours by a higher-up. (ie Stark, Osiris, etc.)
b. You trade your own Mysticker for it. (one that has already been recognized as yours.)
c. No one takes it from you for the period of one mission/downtime.
Clear? Otherwise I'm gonna write a shitton of unnecessary red and blue messages that I don't need to. stare ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:40 pm
((Ah, okay. But for 'b', what about stolen Mystickers?))
Anatoly returned to the hallway and searched for his opponent's body.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:48 pm
((Nope. You stole the Mend, you keep it until you're back in contact with Stark. If a mission comes up in the meantime, it is officially yours. But if you make it back to Stark, he decides if you keep it.))
The entryway to the room that the man had blown his way out of gaped. From within, Anatoly heard whimpering.
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