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 Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 4:59 pm
arrow Van's Place
After a few moments she surfaces in the kitchen, a small grin etching its place along her features.
"I smell coffee. I knew you loved me." slipping up behind him, her arms lace around his waist, as she reaches past, grabbing a cup from the cupboard just beside the window, glancing out as, sure enough, snow begins its steady descent to the ground below.
"I have almost all of the decorations up. I still can't believe you're at all festive. Or that it can be this infectious." sliding around him, she goes about fixing her coffee, a hint of pumpkin spice creamer in the coffee for flavor, turning to press her back against the sink as she sips from her cup, and looks up at him.
Only to frown, as she catches the expression on his face. "Faust? Are you alright? Something is bothering you. And I didn't even have to extend my psychic abilities to pick that up."
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 8:52 pm
arrow Van's Place
He just shakes his head, and continues to watch out the window..before finally deciding to speak to her, though he doesn't know exactly how he can explain what he's about to say..
"The truth is, I am of two minds, and unfortunately it's particularly damning. I have a great purpose..given to me by my creators, and yet..I find myself doubting this purpose. At first, I rebelled against it because I wanted things for myself..I wanted to know how humans felt, how they lived, and loved..I was almost like a child, wanting to learn everything out of curiosity.
But now..now that I've felt such things, I begin to feel attachments to these humans. I thought that they were not worth saving..but after listening to the souls that were lost after the attack of the Entity, I begin to realize just how much they have to lose..and that they have a right to live just as much as my kind do. I begin to doubt my creator's decisions..seriously doubt, not just blow her off like usual. It's created quite a conflict."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:50 pm
arrow Van's Place
She had known for a while, it was hard to understand, she of all people knew. The ability to hear the thoughts of the entire world was a difficult thing.
Knowing the sins of thousands, millions even, she had always found it hard to associate herself with being 'human', and had managed to stay distanced.
Even her mother she wasn't very familiar with because of various reasons, one of which being her obvious thought that the woman wouldn't care much for her.
One doesn't usually care about a scientific experiment, and knowing her mother's thoughts, she knew it was true enough.
Her thoughts are weighed carefully, as they always are, before she speaks.
"I know it is.. difficult. Even I begin to have my doubts. All such creatures can have wicked thoughts sometimes, but these humans. These mortals. There is an innocent quality to them. I would happily have them all silent in my head. I would happily see them all dead in the street. But at the same token, I would kill any who tried."
A hand reaches upward, brushing his cheek, as she glances over her shoulder, at the thickly falling snow.
"Whatever decision you make, you know I am behind you entirely. I told you that, Faust. I am with you, no matter what path you take. I.. truly.. I'm no more human than you. Just an outside observer." an almost sad smile at that bitter truth.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 11:49 pm
arrow Van's Place
It had been some time. He didn't know if Van was still in the house or not..but he closes his eyes, and projects his thoughts to her..directly to her, because in this instance, there was nothing else to be done. He'd felt the ripple in space. He'd felt the aura shift. He'd felt these strange invaders, and the power they had.
:: Get ready. They're coming. ::
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 12:07 am
arrow Van's Home
The woman was in her space between space, sheltered and protected, but even she'd felt that fearsome ripple, and that aura that demanded attention.
::I..:: speechless for once, the woman remained in her 'hiding place'. She had to. She was preparing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 7:25 pm
arrow General Ganale's Apartment
Damned air conditioning. The entire air conditioning unit for his building just had to go down as it was starting to get toward the warm tropical springtime.
So he was sitting in the living room of his apartment in a wife beater and his old ROTC gym shorts, reading a Star Wars book he's read a billion times, drinking a coke, and eating Ruffles, with the sound of the ocean filling his apartment.
He had recently picked up a sound machine on his last outing to Wal-Mart, one that played six natural sounds, including the ocean. Granted, he lived on an island and you'd figure that the Master of Earth would have no love for water of any kind, but he liked the sound of the ocean.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 11:23 pm
arrow Random part of Island 4, near the apartments
(cont from island 1)...which was not too far from where the General's apartment and other such apartments might be. The ball of energy goes across the sky at subsonic speed...skids a couple of times in the dirt, then explodes rather violently in a burst of black and violet, setting fire..black fire...to the surrounding flora. Somebody call Smokey.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 11:41 pm
arrow General Ganale's Apartment
The explosion knocks his sound machine off the table it had been sitting on, pulling out the AC adapter in the process. That suddenly, the soothing sound of the ocean vanishes, replaced by the sounds of shock and confusion from Seafoam citizens washing in through his open window.
Sighing theatrically, the Seafoam commander-in-chief set his soda down on the coffee table, then stood up and crossed to the open window, leaning out to see what was the commotion. Spotting the fire burning in a park down the road, he sighed again.
"Kids these days..."
Holding out his left hand, he twisted his hand to the right until the palm was up, then made a flipping motion with that hand. As he did so, a wave of dirt rose up to fall onto the flames, intending to smother them out. [Earth Element/Manipulate]
Sohee floated a few feet behind her master, her arms crossed over her chest. Being a spirit, the heat did not bother her the way it did her master, so she was clad in her normal kimono.
She was silent for a few moments, her head down in deep concentration, then she lifted it and 'looked' toward her master. "It came from Island 1."
"Then that's where we go."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:35 am
arrow Ra'Shiel's Suite
He slept. He dreamed. Dark faces moved in and out of the shadows... frozen in eternity within the confines of his mind: Those he had slain amongst warriors, civilians, and politicians. It was the same dream he had every day and night... but it was a tad different this time, an array of faces appeared before him, drawing upon the darkness rather than being consumed by it... and they were laughing. Must be one of those weird premonition things, I guess.
Then, at the Hall of... yeah, you get the idea. KRAKKABOOM!
Kain fell out of his hard-a** cot and whanged his head on the floor. Wow, that was bright... "What the ******** is going on?"
Mewtwo, startled from his position meditating several feet above the floor, stretched out to his full seven foot length. =I do not know... I sense energies, the ebb and flow. They were masked from my sight before. I was not concentrating on detection= He thought the last sentence with something akin to a "huff" of annoyance. =However, an odd ball of what appears to be fire energy energy has struck the island. It originated from Island One... where other energy sources have appeared... several people, it seems but...= He stopped there, falling into silence.
Kain ran a hand through his hair, already on his neural net and ordering up drones, soldiers, Trainers, and a couple of Hold's Masters to be on the ready. "I'll let it slide, Myuutsu, you never fail." He said off-hand as he accepted an incoming transmission from his _Ally3_ Line. He was silent a moment, then nodded his head with brows furrowed. "Areno has reported in, he's moving to attack-ready. It's that serious, huh?"
He moved across the room to his storage locker and removed his bandolier of pokeballs. He set this on the bed with his stims and a small package of experimental Mystech doodads. Almost seven feet of bronze god rippled out of nightclothes... numerous scars and the natural cut of muscles flowing together into a likeness of intricate carvings. Sharpness returned to his steely eyes and he quickly donned his plycra bodysuit before attaching belts, straps, weapons, and canisters. "Alright. Let's get to it."
//Hold Emergency Management-- Squads A through D are to report to Island Four to assist Seafoam personnel. Squads R and S deploy to Island 1 for damage control.
//Hold Barracks-- Third Battalion arm and board teleportation platform Beta.
//Hold Garage-- Armor Bays 12-15 mobilize and prepare for air drop.
//Warehouse-- Prepare Commander Ra'Shiel's "toys."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 10:27 am
arrow General Ganale's Apartment
Kicking back in a recliner in his living room, with his booted feet up on the coffee table, Ganale was turning his new weapon over in his hands, inspecting it carefully.
"Amazing, truly amazing. Just goes to show that Lucas doesn't run the goddamn show at all. Just imagine what else might be out there, since this exists."
As if to underscore his point, he thumbed on the activation button, then began to recklessly swing the earthen-green blade around.
Across the room, Sohee frowned slightly and used her mental link to gently guide her master's movements so he wouldn't choppy-face himself.
"Try to imagine not cutting your own head open, first."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:31 pm
arrow Ganle's Apartment, Ninja'd
As if out of the blue, a pokemon egg appears on General Ganale's desk. It has obviously been ninja'd. Said ninja is nowhere to be found (Because Komm is a lazy b*****d, having me do Areno's deliveries. :p)
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:04 pm
arrow Ganale's Apartment
Sohee lazily glanced over to the desk where the new acquisition had appeared, and reached out to mentally flick her master in the back of the head.
"Delivery."
He swore at the hit, rubbing the back of his head theatrically, then turned and looked down at the desk, thumbing off his lightsaber in the process. Then he picked it up, looked at it dubiously, and was just about to shake it when-
"That's a live egg, genius. Don't shake it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:12 pm
arrow Ganale's Apartment
Like Medixia's egg just now, about a second ago, when held up, whatever was keeping it in its crystal covering goes off..and the crystal melts, and a brilliant light shines forth. The egg seems to float a moment, before shattering..and a tiny ball of light descends down, resting on Ganale's desk. When the light ball fades away, what's left in its place is..
..a Cubone. A newborn Cubone.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 10:17 pm
arrow Van's Apartment
Well, she's finally out of hiding, back in the real world, curled up snuggling on her couch, under a blanket. Pretty soon, she'll make an announcement of her own to Seafoam, for all that it will matter to everyone.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 10:18 pm
arrow Van's Aparment, Ninja'd
Won't even bother to go into detail. Bamf, Ninja'd righteously, biatch D=
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