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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:10 pm
He was distracted.
Bionic's right forearm splitted in two sections, and his hand went inside it. Then, a greenish, translucid energy came out of the space between the halves, which took on the form of an armblade. He made a clean, horizontal swing, going for Guinness midsection.
((for future reference, next time i might put "he deployed his phantom armblades" instead in the future.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:13 pm
[[For future reference, Guinness isn't a competitor/is a guard, and is invincible. Attacking is the stupidest thing to do.]]
Guinness ducked, and it cut some of his right side's shoulder-lengthh hair.
He growled, and then swung his claw at Bionic rather viciously, intending to rip off one of his legs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:21 pm
((well, he can be used as a training partner/punching bag >:3 And i don't know that he is, yet))
Bionic jumped... and stayed there, in mid-air. "Sooo, what does "felon" means, anyways?" He asked, and proceeded to send a kick to his face, without waiting for the answer.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:24 pm
Guinness moved out of the way.
"Basically, a criminal. You''re not supposed to... oh, screw it. I hate this job..."
He went up into the air vents, going to his obviously secret bedroom.
Parapaleejo turned into her human form, and followed him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:33 pm
William took put his left foot back, and his right hand on his sword hilt. After all, what would you do if a passive-aggressive, amorphous thing came up and talked to you?
"How touching. The mutant befriends a blob. Look, do you need something, or did you just come here to annoy me?"
[[Seriously, William's been an a** to like, half the cast. s**t's gonna hit the fan sometime]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:36 pm
The kinetic force of Bionic's kick sent him spinning in midair, until he hit the ground... with his head. "... That was a nice reception, much better than the one on the last place i visited"
He laid there for a while, on the ground, until he decided that he should repair that hole in his chest. He focused on the air in the gap, oxygen and hydrogen and helium and what-the-not. He ripped all those elements into a scrambled mass of protons, neutrons and electrons. He then forced them into new atoms, and those into molecules, which he then put in the right place... there; he was completely repaired. It just took him a few seconds.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:38 pm
Mocha came out of a portal, out of breath as if she had been running form something.
[[XD]]
She had a lump on her stomach from a bandage, and she was sighing.
"The maid was trying to shove castor oil down my throat!"
Mocha flinched at Wadsworth.
"I-It's the blob that eats salt!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:40 pm
Adrian landed on her feet in front of Rufus and then leaped again to land behind him. She looked at her right arm to see a small hole where she had been hit, the wound sizzling but healing slowly.
"Ah... and what, pray tell, was that?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:52 pm
Bionic stood up. "Well, seeing as i wasn't kicked out..." He stood up. "Activate holoprojector." His shoulderplates folded against his arms, and his crest did the same against the back of his head. A perfect holographic image of a man appeared over him. He had short, white hair, green eyes, and was dressing with a combination of white and black clothing. "Might as well have a look around"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:53 pm
"BlaSTeD lIGhT...WHaT DO yOU hUMAns Use It fOr aNYhoW?"
He snarled at the light source, disgusted with the idea of it, the very existence of it. With a wave of his hand, he threw a blanket of dark mass over the light, shrouding the room in darkness. He turned around and left the coffin room, thinking to himself.
"LEtS sEe wHat MOre hAVoC tHeRe Is tO cAUsE..."
He halted in the middle of his stride, tilting his slowly head from side to side.
"I SEnsE a NeW pREsEnCe...SHaLl wE gIVe iT a VIsIt?..."
(just to let you know, for some reason all of the demons sentences end with at least 2 dots.)
"Gladly."
He shifted back into his human state, continuing his march.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:56 pm
TheDarkness23 "BlaSTeD lIGhT...WHaT DO yOU hUMAns Use It fOr aNYhoW?" TheDarkness23 (just to let you know, for some reason all of the demons sentences end with at least 2 dots.) [[*giggles at fail*]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:03 pm
((i just found out i'm still an elf))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:17 pm
Miss Lovely Rita TheDarkness23 "BlaSTeD lIGhT...WHaT DO yOU hUMAns Use It fOr aNYhoW?" TheDarkness23 (just to let you know, for some reason all of the demons sentences end with at least 2 dots.) [[*giggles at fail*]] thats like, probably the only sentence he has ever said that doesn't end with 3 dots (but it does have them in the middle)
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:19 pm
Bio came into a cafeteria. "Wow, nice". He smile and went to order a big, good can of motoroil.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:39 pm
Wadsworth's smile widened even further. He patted Billy-boy and Mocha on their shoulders, and three minuscule points of light-green goo stuck to William's armor and Mocha's clothes. "No thanks, Billy-boy. I'm gonna go check up on Guinness." The points melded together and wriggled between two of Williams armor plates. "And remember, I'll be watching you two. Always. And everywhere." Wadsworth giggled and pirouetted before running off to see his injured friend.
~~~
Wadsworth looked walked into the cafeteria, noting the new contestant. He also noted that he didn't give off any heat energy, despite looking like a normal people. Probably a robot or someshit. New contestants every few minutes, seems like. Wadsworth continued into the reception area. He winched himself up into the rafters and stuck his head into a grate. "Guinness...? Parapalejoo?"
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