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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:35 am
(( I just wanted to define the territories more in depth.... =O Oh well. I'll start working on the opening post, and post it later. ))
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:38 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:47 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:49 am
(( I know, but I wanted it to be a blank map. But if i try to edit the one i got in paint, it stays black and white... =O ))
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:27 am
START Elizbeth woke up slowly to her booming alarm. 3:48 am... She sat up and sighed. There was a mission today, and a lot of stuff had to get done last minute. She picked up the page beside her mattress on the floor. She'd been up studying it most of the night. Only 2 hours of sleep. She got ready, and pulled her long hair into a bun, her hat over it. It made her look like a boy a bit, but she didn't care. She went out into the halls and went down to the missions center. The people going on the mission would meet up at 4:30 in this room.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:38 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:57 am
((Lol, second RP post! : D)) Echo leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, one foot steadying him and the other on the dining table in front of him. Where was his food? Did they expect him to fight on an empty stomach? No matter, hunger helped him think, and there was much to think about. The death of that accursed man 7 years ago had only brought more fighting. Eventually, a phoenix boy came with a platter of food that made his stomach growl softly. "And where were you, boy? I should've already eaten by now." He said menacingly. "You wouldn't be so hungry if you insisted on something easier to cook." The boy smiled, baring his teeth slightly. "Besides, you're a Half-Breed." Echo's hand shot out, smacking the boy to the floor. He kicked the boy's side forcefully for emphasis, hearing a crack. "Respect those who have a higher authority than your own, boy!" He sat back down as the boy moaned quietly. "Dammit." He said angrily, taking a bite of food.
Cher stood off to the side, watching the others come into the room. She toyed with her crossbow, adjusting the tightness. She was early, but usually she was. It didn't bother her, she was able to get alot of things done this way. And others were always telling stories about other missions, and she liked to hear them. A gear of the crossbow clicked in place quickly. She stretched it out, testing the flexibility. It wasn't made out of wood, but it was made out of some tech by humans. That made it more deadly then elven bows, but with a slightly shorter range of fire.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:36 pm
-Strider was in the city walking the streets humming a tune to himself. Not a part of any side as of yet-
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:52 pm
Elizabeth looked at the elf girl and walked up to her. "You are Cher, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:59 pm
"Yes, that's me. Cher Grasha." She said with a shy smile. Cher stopped fiddling with her crossbow, and looked at Elizabeth. She was really pretty, it would be nice to get to know her. "You're Elizabeth, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:34 pm
(( That's the same one that i did use, but it staid black and white. lol ))
"Yep, that's me. I got a favor to ask."
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:35 pm
((Lol)) "Whatever you need." Cher replied.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:55 pm
"If your strong enough with muscle, i need you to come help me pack up the helicopters with our supply boxes. Gavin, my friend, is getting the trucks in, but I'm suppose to get the weapons and snacks, if you don't mind helping."
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:01 pm
"Oh, I don't mind. I got here early anyway." Cher said.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:58 pm
-I keep walking up the road until sirens blair and pheonix's start to mass on the right and humans on the left. It was a stand off to see who would hit first-
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