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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 8:59 pm
Jacobo found a machine-gun-nest-like emplacement formed around him. The bystanders looked. "What are they doing?" one asked. The nest has a translucent quality - ghostlike, almost.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:01 pm
Marten threw up his hands. "Oh, I make a knife with four, and he gets a machine gun with one? What!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:02 pm
"Hey, that one has a knife!" one bystander shouted in shock. Marten's hand unclenched and the knife was suddenly gone as Marten stopped paying attention to it for a moment, seeing a flash of movement in the corner of his visual field.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:05 pm
"******** yeah!" Jacobo shouted in excitement, "This is awesome!" he said, fiddling with the emplacement, trying to figure it out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:09 pm
((Jacob's off for the night Venom, just letting you know.))
Marten turned to see...
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:12 pm
Nothing. Nothing was there at all. Marten remembered another detail about the rings - each one was a different weapon. Maybe if he focused on a particular one....
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:14 pm
Marten remembered, but decided it would be a good idea to get away from the people.
"C'mon," he murmured to Jacobo. "Let's get out of here." People were staring. He began to walk away from them, putting his hands in his pockets.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:31 pm
Vincent had been there the entire time, being his usual unspoken self. He had palmed a ring, and placed it on his forefinger, wondering just what function this one was. Before he got a chance to think, he followed Marten who had began to walk away from the crowd of staring bystanders.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:32 pm
(( D: I only has three rings now!))
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:40 pm
((*Rolls eyes* You don't even know what they do, Joe!))
Marten and Vincent began to leave the scene as the sirens grew louder. Jacobo was still fascinated by his invisible-to-normals machine gun.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:45 pm
(( whee Does it matter?))
Hearing the sirens, Marten quickly ran back and grabbed Jacobo by the shoulder, trying to pull him out of the turret. "Let's go," he said urgently.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:46 pm
Marten passed through the walls of the portable nest effortlessly. As he shook Jacobo's shoulder, the nest disappeared. Jacobo felt worn out.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 2:57 pm
Jacobo put a hand to his head, "What the Hell? Why am I worn out all of a sudden?" he wondered aloud.
He began to follow Marten away from the sirens.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:09 pm
Marten supported Jacobo slightly as he led him back to where Vincent was. Marten headed for a nearby alley, where perhaps they could get some peace for a moment.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:24 pm
Michael dragged himself to his feet seconds before the ambulances began to arrive.
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