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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:25 pm
<< YUCHT! Sorry gang for not posting. I got grounded. Lets just say Me + a*****e who wouldn't stop bothering me + Pencil = Him walking away with a bleeding wound. >>
"I didn't mean with a fareye you sober leprechaun jesus humper. Take a Foxbat or Raider for a spin without being Mr. Sniper." He growled. "And that's only because I have to actually dodge his sorry a** while maintaining my own offense, you just sit there crouching and firing. Hell if not for a warning I'd be dead to." He mumbled to that last part, as Valco seemed to walk in. "We'll settle this later."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:38 pm
Blade climbed back up the Gestalt's access hatch, and made his way to the command room, which was a sort of lounge area for the crew. When he arrived, Derron, Koraj, and Logan were bickering amongst themselves about the virtues of their Mech types. "Alright, why don't we just chill with the d**k measuring contest..." Blade remarked offhandedly as he seated himself at the table across from Logan. It was obvious that they were all bored, and were irritable due to the lack of action. "Hey, we could always go bug huntin' again." he suggested casually as he grabbed a magazine off the table, which was just to the left of Logan's feet. "There's all kinds of crazy s**t around these deserts to sharpen up our target practice on..." he trailed off as he began flipping through the magazine. "Remember those Aukturian grutchins we ran into back in Nasria? Those things were ********' huge!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:40 pm
<< JESUS! That bug looks like the emblem of the Las Plagas cult on RE4 O_o >>
"I'm just saying they should stop being so--" "Yeah and we're both gettin sick of it. Stop trying to get us to go medieval." Logan cut him off. "Eh, those bugs were fun... Why not? Course, our Medieval man over here may get bored. Oh well."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:14 pm
"Aw, I'm sure Koraj would be up for it. He is my Gunning partner, after all." Blade replied while continuing to flip through the magazine. His eyes were wide with a disgusted astonishment as he flipped through the pages. It was a magazine for 'exotic biosculpting'. "Christ, how can anybody do this to themselves... does this actually turn people on? Man, there's some sick freaks in this world." he commented as he continued to observe the bizarre images of cosmetically altered female models. "Hey, Logan..." he said as he spread the magazine out, showing him a picture of the centerfold model. "Would you tap that!?" he laughed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:21 pm
"Bet Koraj would. I wouldn't." Logan laughed. "Man that is disgusting though..." He groaned. Koraj sighed as he looked at it. "Get real. I like HUMANS... not... animal looking... things." He said, trying to figure out how to say that sentence. "Eh, it beats gettin pissed off at the pussies. Sure, I'm up for huntin."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 6:01 pm
"But these are humans." Blade laughed in reply to Koraj as he closed the magazine shut, and flopped it back down on the table. "I'm up for it too. But then again, I don't know what Valco's got planned. He's in a rotten mood, all sloppy drunk, and CD isn't helpin'." Blade commented as he crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair. "Hell, I don't even know why we're stopped. Captain hightailed it back in here just as soon as he left, and I haven't heard s**t from Sergius either."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 6:37 pm
Koraj glared at Blade. "YOU KNOW What I mean, moron." He sighed, before staring at the ceiling, and pulled out a lighter. "Meh. My question is why do we have somedin like that anyway... oh well. The captains drunk, Sergius stays in the pilot seat and rarely ever leaves it seems..." He grumbled, as he flipped the lid repeatedly, opening and closing it. Logan sighed as he closed his eyes. "Eh, lets just hope that they get moving soon. I'm gettin nervous about bein stopped this long..." He muttered.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:15 pm
Slowly Sergius stumbled closer to the pilot's cabin door, catching himself a few times on random protuberances and levers, "Who the hell put all this s**t here..."
Extending his arm towards the intercom controls, Sergius flipped the switch labeled 'Gestalt - All'. After a few moments of staring blankly at the nearby door, his breath transmitting over the system, he spoke into the wall mounted microphone. His voice soon began echoing throughout the entire transport, "Okay...where...are my pants?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:26 pm
Logan busted out laughing. "Ok Koraj, what'd you do with em this time?" He asked, looking at Koraj. "Ey, don't look at me. I didn't do it this time." Koraj complained, as he put a hand to his dissheveled hair. "Right... Ok, looks like we aint goin anywhere till Mr. Insecure has some coverage."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:30 pm
Derron tried to hold the in as Sergious came in over the inter comm. He walked up into his room and picked a pair of pants up off of his chair. He came walking back down to where the group had been.
"I was going to see how long it would take him to find out."
He walked into the c**k pit and handed Sergious his pants.
"Here you go big guy."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:32 pm
"You a*****e..." Logan groaned. "There goes our fun." He further added, sitting up straight.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:41 pm
"Hey...why did you steal mah pants?!" With a sigh, Sergius walked back to the front of the pilot's cabin, attempting to wipe the words from the warning, black screen, "...honestly man...I need these to clean off this s**t..."
To no avail the white lettering didn't fade, Sergius' vision slowly returning to normal, "Wait...those are words..." Eyes widening, his brain slowly began to return to 'normal' function, "Gaaah..."
Throwing his pants aside, straight towards Derron, Sergius rushed out from the cabin, almost tripping over his own feet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:47 pm
Valco was about to sit down and take another drink form his bottle and give Chrys his answer as to what he wanted when he heard the intercom click on. The heavy breathing was a definite clue as to who was on the channel, and the following query only satiated his suspicion. "When is Serge gonna learn to keep his clothes on after he drinks with me." The previous night had ended, or at least to the best of Valco's memory, with the both of them sitting in the hangar, drinking down the sunrise as the Gestalt rolled forward on autopilot.
With his attention snapping back, he smiled at Chrys, quickly stifling a yawn. "Hell, you know what I like. Just don't poison it, okay?" He laughed and patted her shoulder as he walked...well, staggered out through the conjoining hall into the main unit of the Gestalt. His comment about the poison, while it might seem insulting to some, was really a long running joke between the two of them that had started with a dose of laxatives in his meal nearly a year ago.
He quickly took another swig on the bottle as he came through the conjoining hall and walked into the command room, moving in front of the pilot's cabin door as he prepared to go in and razz out Sergius for losing his pants. He never had a chance, though, as the pilot came barreling out of the room, colliding straight into Valco's bulk.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:55 pm
Running straight into Valco, Sergius stumbled backwards, catching himself on the wall. "Gah, Wolf, move...stuff...happening...reactor..."
Sergius shook his head quickly in an attempt to clear his mind further, "...yeah...we need to push a b-button or something..."
"Wait...do you know why they stole mah pants?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 9:11 pm
Valco wasn't able to catch his balance quite as well and ended up sprawled back on the floor. The bottle in his hand was forced into an early end, though, shattering on the floor and spilling what was left of the liquor around. "Wait...slow down a little..." He stood up, taking a moment to catch his balance. "Serge, what the hell's going in? Something with the reactor?" He held a hand to his mouth as he belched, feeling a bit more than hot air come up his throat. He choked back everything except the belch, though, and shook his head. "That explains why we ended up stopping her on the a** end of nowhere."
He paused, wondering suddenly if his words were sounding as clear to everyone else as they were sounding to him. He expected on the contrary though as he looked around, laughing as Sergius' final words made it through his head. "I'm sure your pants were taken because you took 'em off somewhere after getting drunk with me."
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