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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:05 am
Rakin choked on his words at that. "A game?" He asked extremely shocked, "I have been fighting for my very life at times and you're telling me it was all in a game?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:24 pm
Far away from the people suffering from Cultural and Temporal Shock as they met each other, a metal walkway grating was being knocked by something violently. Below the metal grating, in about a man sized gap between the hull was a man. He was violently shaking, banging against the neighboring pipes and panels. As he seizured, his skin seemed to be dimming slightly, and red lines seemed to appear over his skin.
Suddenly he stopped, breathing heavily. He wiped the spittle and drool from his mouth, and tried getting out of the place he was in. He moved slowly, often having to reposition himself so that he didn't hit any sore spots. He managed to squeeze through a gap next to the grating, but loosing a button on his coat along the way. He ignored it, and leaned against the wall, still breathing heavily, and light headed from the impacts. He blinked blood away from his eyes, and covered his temple wound, to stop the bleeding. As he did, he prayed to god for keeping him safe and relatively unharmed. He knew that these wounds he had suffered, for he could feel blood on his leg and bruises everywhere, were a small price to pay for His protection and Gifts.
He finished his prayer, and limped down the hall, holding on to the wall for support. As he walked he listened to the word of God. 'Turn left here' it said. And he did so.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 9:47 pm
((Wow lol I read your character's Profile and all i can say is wow))
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 10:01 pm
{Is that a good wow or bad wow. And danke.}
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 10:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:57 am
"I don't know. you could be from an alternate universe where it is very much real." Teresa blinked.
"I actually have played it. I preferred mechassault, though. much better graphics. Could never beat that last Word of Blake boss on Terra though..." Trev said.
"and you, you seem to be less advanced. I'd place you in 20th century." Teresa said to Trev.
"Twenty-First! I'm a bit into gaming." Trev admitted.
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Tarne and Michael were continuously arguing with each other, so much that they turned the corner and walked into a bleeding man. Tarne jumped back and snapped the SPI sniper rifle to attention in one movement. Michael unsheathed both daggers and latched onto the wall.
"who the heck are you?" Tarne exclaimed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:05 am
Rakin had no idea what they were talking about so he set his gun against the wall and sat down banging the back of his head against the wall.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:23 pm
Zizka drowsily looked at the two armed people with the threatening expressions. Or they were supposed to be. In his partially conscious state he found them to just look constipated. He groggily moved forward and bumped into the barrel of the sniper rifle. He took a step back, rubbing the spot where he hit it. He then shuffled to the right a bit and walked past the sniper. He went a few more steps before fainting like a folding chair. First he fell to his knees, then bent at the waist, then bent at the neck so that his nose was not smashed against the grating. {He can be snoring or still conscious or w/e you want SPI.}
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 3:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:21 am
michael nudged the man with his foot. "Is he dead?"
"some assassin you are cat boy. He fainted." Tarne said.
"this from the poser Siofra. Why do you even dress like that?"
"Shut up. It's a long story... and one that you shouldn't hear. let's take him to a room or something."
"you carry him."
"what?"
"joke! I wouldn't expect a weak girl to carry him!"
"If only you knew the truth..." Tarne mumbled.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:34 pm
Zizka awoke in a state room of the ship, bandaged. One wall was a beautiful beachscape. He was on a squish surface, which turned out to be a bed and pillows. He stood up from the bed. A bandage over his open shirt began to bleed, but he just looked around and walked towards the door. {thought id take the initiative}
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:58 pm
The door wouldn't open and beeped a negative.
from the other side, Tarne and Michael could be heard.
"Hey, cat boy! he's up!"
"Dangit faker. stop scaring me like that."
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 10:03 am
Crepuscolo held back on rolling his eyes at the two, walking to the man leaning against the wall. He viewed him for a moment, picking up on the thoughts lightly lingering on the edges of his mind. "Your name...is Rakin?" He turned his head to the side, not sure if he'd picked up the right thought.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 4:29 pm
Zizka tilted his head quizically. He then uttered his first words since arriving, "Who are you?" He said this quietly and calmly. He just stood there after uttering those 3 words, unaware or without a care, of his bandages that were bleeding slightly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 12:24 am
Rakin gave a start before looking at the one who had said that and said, "I am, how do you know my name?"
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