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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:42 pm
((I edited my post to address the edit you made to yours.
If you need to take a few minutes to get things straight, do so.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:44 pm
Amairgin ((I'm going to edit my last post, for I am already up. God why do I always seem to ******** stuff up?)) ((Stop editing. What happened happened. Deal with what's happening now.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:46 pm
Zen entered this area after seeing his partner in the distance being attack by something like a glass horse. What the hell? Gaia's too weird. Anyhow Zen was headed towards his partner, a glass horse, and some dude who was apparently getting trampled, alot. Zen made it to Jack after a bit of running, "What's going on Jack, need a hand?" Zen replied.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:47 pm
((So then I am laying next to the horse wiff my gun?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:57 pm
((Yes. And its about to try to stomp on you with its front legs.
Fortunately you now have back-up.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:58 pm
Realizing that shooting at the body wouldn't do anything, and finaly begining to register the presence of others, Brody would atempt a wiggle roll thing, trying to put as much distance as possible. "Aim for the legs!" Following his own advise, he would aim for one of the back legs and fire 4 rounds.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:01 pm
[CP USED: 9]
The words did not register in Jacknife's mind, he had already committed to throwing another stone the same way as the first two, but this time aiming for a different hole. Since the hole in the side didn't seem to be working, Jacknife aimed for the hole in the horse's chest, the one where the marble was clearly visible. He had already fought one being that was sustained by a marble, perhaps if he took out that marble the horse would cease to be animated.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:09 pm
Jacknife did exactly the right thing, though Brody had a pretty bright idea. If Brody was smart, he had aimed for the knee, and four rounds would be just enough to pierce straight through it, cutting the horse's leg off at the joint. It would begin to topple over, and then... WHAM! Whipping around above Brody's head, a cobblestone would fly straight into the precious marble. The horse would give one last, desperate neigh, before its body turned to dust. All but the marble, which fell onto the stones next to Brody, considering how he was right underneath it and all ((The Marble Quote: Boss Repellent
Color: Pale Blue
Makes bosses inclined to avoid you, within reason.
))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:12 pm
[CP USED: 1]
Jacknife waved his hand and the marble came flying towards him. "Dude you allright?" He asked the man with the gun as he walked over to him, extending his hand to help the man up. "Those were some pretty tough horses. Good thinking with the legs."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:13 pm
Rolling over, Brody lay there for a moment, just kinda hoping the horse might come back and stomp on his head. For all the fight he had with adrenaline rushing, right about now, the lack of pain generaly associated with such a blow was appealing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:15 pm
Zen was just switching out his stalwart marble for the stonewall when the action ended abruptly, "awww man, I just got here." Zen sighed it off and went over to the stranger to see if he was alright.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:24 pm
((Amairgin, are you going to edit your post or aknowledge either of us?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:26 pm
After a moment, he would sort scrunch up, and lift himself up off the ground. Waving off the two peoples, he would turn and make his way to the nearest food joint. Food and sleep, thats all he needed. And maybe a new bike. God he hated walking.
((RHPS TIEM! Im gonna leave with that. SOrry, I totaly mised your post. fixinf now
))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:28 pm
((Amairgin wins for not starting an OOC argument. You're my hero.))
Jacknife slipped the marble into his pocket and grinned at Zen. "Where to now?" He asked.
((And Jacknife would go into superstealth mode to tag along with Zen as his string puller caught up on some needed snooze.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 7:49 pm
"Well, no point in sticking around." Zen headed for the a next exit, cutting off into the shopping district.
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