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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 9:25 pm
[[Is this still open to new characters?]]
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:51 am
[[The bloodshield was around Mocha. Only... women... can have bloodshields... XD;
UTERUS POWER GO]]
Mocha looked up at William.
"Oh, I hope you're not hurt...!"
She saw thhat both Vhozd and Heratik were after them, and her head drooped.
She pointed to Vhozd.
"Poshyol ty!"
[[Mocha's occasional Russian interjections [and even russian rants/curses, which I can't write, except for this one which means 'f** you/GTFO'] are what's inspiring me to take Russian as my RosettaStone backup language.]]
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:13 pm
Jack walked in through the door. As he examined the dark entryway, the door closed behind him. Instinctively, he instantly had his hand on his energy pistol, and twirled around to face the noise. 'No one there...Huh...' He relaxed slightly, his grip loosening, and his arm dropping, but he was still put off by the self-closing door. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave now. Turning back to the hall, he approached the empty reception desk.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:21 pm
Parapaleejo roared.
"Guinness! We've been resting for too long! Someone just waltzed in!"
[[Jack got lucky. they were offduty.]]
Guinness grumbled.
"Let me put some clothes on..."
Parapaleejo had already climbed down the rafters, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. She realized this and turned into her puppet-form to not be immodest.
She reached down and took out on of her meterstick-razors.
"Intruder! Intruder!"
She ran towards the reception desk, armed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:50 pm
Jack was used to a lot of things. Screaming, running puppets wielding long sharp objects was not one of them. He lifted his pistol again, and set it to Ice shot with the flick of his thumb. He pulled back on the trigger to start the charge, and was ready to release it, should she move to hit him. If this was simply a misunderstanding, then there would be no harm done.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:55 pm
Parapaleejo, fearless, jabbed forwards with her razor to knock the gun out of his hands.
"You need certification!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:08 pm
He hit the safety, let go of the trigger, the charge died down, and he pulled the gun back to his hip, all in one swift movement. He leaned back too, as he aimed a nanite strength-infused kick at the meter stick. Unless she had the same strength as him, it would go flying at the east wall. He prepped his left hand to grab and activate his beam katana if needed.
"How do I get certification?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:16 pm
Heratik stood in confusion, watching as William ran to help Mocha.
"oOOoh...i sEe wHaTs gOinG oN hERe, sHe mUst bE hIs WeaKneSs."
"i dont see any other reason why he would go out of his way to protect her. It almost saddens me to see so many people caring for others...it makes me sick."
He saw that William was attacking Vhozd, someone else who could potentially get in they way. This suited heratik perfectly, for many of his enemies were in one room distracted with each other. He smiled with maniacal glee, thinking of the pleasure he will intake of disposing these useless souls. Crouching slightly, the air around him started to shift. The area was condensing, forming a small black whole on the demons location. ((Its not a harmful attack, its just used to get people closer.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:42 am
The meterstick razor stayed firmly in her hand.
"You need a grant from one of your superiors saying yoou are allowed in the tournament."
She continued to jab in his direction.
~*~
Mocha gasped at noticing this use of demonic energy, andd then pointed to William's legs and hher own, odd 'shff' noises [as if she was moving the air] heard.
She had moved the iron from their legs and other non-offensive parts of the body, and shifted it to their feet, so that their weight wasn't evenly distributed throughout their body, but both could staand upright [but planted], while William had enough iron in his arms and head to think and fight.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 1:55 pm
He was slightly surprised by her grip on her weapon as he lowered his leg. He activated the beam katana from his left hip and swung it upwards to meet the opponent's blade, aiming to deflect the jab in the same direction as the prior kick.
"And how would I go about that, seeing as I'm trapped in here? Is there any alternative?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:06 pm
Parapaleejo roared.
"You're not trapped! You came here of your own will, you--"
The katana deflected her razor, and it nearly hit her in the stomach; she turned her body into a humanoid 17-year-old, still wearing only the T-shirt.
However, the razor failed to disappear, and it hit her in the stomach.
"H-Huuurrrrrk..."
She fell to the ground.
There was a sudden loud rip, and one could see one of Guinness' huge claws carving a perfect line through the air vent.
With a loudd 'krrrssshkkk', Guinness rather roughly climbed down.
When he saw Parapaleejo's wounds, her attire, and the gender of Jack, he began to exhale erratically, his claws spread far apart.
[[I made Guinness' design more muscular, to make sense with his overpowering strength. His face looks a bit different too.]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:45 pm
"Damn it. I was trying to disarm her and look what happens." He noticed the odd-looking newcomer and addressed him, turning back to the now-actual girl lying in front of him. His mind had started to just accept all the strange stuff around him out of necessity. "Look I'll deal with you in a sec, this girl has a bad wound, and I need to talk to her before she dies or passes out."
He knelt down to the half-naked girl, but didn't pull her weapon out of the wound. That would only make her bleed out.
"What do you mean I'm not trapped? From what I read about this place, I thought that no one leaves 'till there's a victor."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:51 pm
Guinness was fuming.
"You...! No wonder you were trying to disarm her!"
He wrenched her away from him, and then took out a syringe, placing it in her arm, full of a purplish liquid. The razor fell out and disappeared, and her wounds healed.
She looked up viciously.
"It'ss too bad that you didn't get permission..."
Guinness' body tensed, and he instantly slashed at Jack, mishearing what Parapaleejo said.
[[oh god lol.]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 11:03 am
Vhozd lifted his mace, expertly spinning it in his hand so that William's sword thunked into the gouge Mocha's blood was eating into it. Vhozd groaned and, with his off hand, pointed towards the demon and then to himself, before holding up two fingers and twining them together. He then pointed at Mocha and William.
~*~
Wadsworth sloshed out of the vent and slapped to the ground. He had, luckily, made it through the system of vents without passing out and gassing everyone in the facility. He stood, somewhat shakily.
[[Could you have Captain A leave nao please?]]
"Guinness, Parapaleejo. And a new one, too."
Three eyes grew on Wadsworth's blank slate of a face.
"What's your name, boy?"
He sat back, apparently not noticing the fight in front of him.
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