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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:55 pm
Xander rolled his eyes and buckled up, but only the lap belt, he pulled the shoulder strap so it was behind him and not chafing his neck.
When asked how he felt, Xander shrugged, "Fine." he said. He let the back of his head hit the seat's headrest as he waited for them to arrive at their destination.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:59 pm
"We're about to get our asses kicked, aren't we?" Kurtis asked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:09 pm
((No, remember, you BLEW UP ST CYRILL'S RADIO. He shouldn't have one, he should be using McMullard's.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:22 pm
((I DEFINITELY SAID THAT IT WAS A REPLACEMENT RADIO.
*looks down*
OK, I MEANT TO SAY IT WAS A REPLACEMENT RADIO.))
Connor looked at Xander. "Are you sure? No...discomfort, no new feelings?"
He looked back at Kurtis. "No, why?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:25 pm
"Other than my back glowing, no, no new feelings." Xander said, failing to mention the incident with the lamp.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:41 pm
((IN THAT CASE THE RADIO IS WORKING AND THEY'RE IN VENEZUELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:51 pm
"When we arrive," Kurtis clarified.
((Mass Effect for real now.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:31 pm
A few hours later, the soldiers (and Niola) were on their way home.
Connor shrugged. "I don't see why we could be."
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:52 pm
"... Because any Gov' agents in there will probably not take too kindly to us bringing in mercenaries," Kurtis replied slowly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:59 pm
"Well, the mercenaries can handle that on their own," Connor said with a hint of smugness. "We can always get in like regular scientists.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 11:23 am
((DOOD MAKE THEM GET HOME AND MEEEEET SOMEWOOOOOOOOOON))
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:07 pm
As the helicopter was flying home, a call came over the radio. St. Cyrill took it and listened for a few minutes.
He came back to the others. "We're going to drop the civilian - sorry, Niola - off, then you and I are going to Canada," he shouted to Richard.
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Gemmetra rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 10:58 pm
((I'm still alive, however barely. Stupid mirror. Hopefully that won't be changing... xp ))
Esther choked on her own air intake as her eyes grew glassy. Had she been...shot? "Please no, please no, please no..." she begged whatever entity may be listening, but she recieved no reasurence that it was anything else. She fell limply forward into the steering wheel as her foot dropped exhausted from the gas peddle.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 7:20 am
((Oh wow, nice roll! PM me and we'll start talking about your powers.))
As the car slowed, Gray looked over and saw Esther slumped over. "No!" he breathed.
He climbed over the seat, oblivious to the bullets, and checked her vitals. Weak, but there. Gray pulled her out of the seat and took it himself, pulling them away and trying to escape the Canadian agents.
Esther was asleep for the next hour.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 9:13 am
McMullard nodded; that was fine with him. He would've liked some rest and some time to refill magazines, but he'd survive without it.
After a little while, they were back on their way, heading towards Canada.
"What are we doing going to Canada anyway?" McMullard asked. "Is it more to do with the substance?"
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