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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:01 pm
Heratik looked angrily towards vhozd.
"wELl thEn...sHAlL wE gO oN thE hUNt?"
A grin formed on both of his mouths. Black fumes slowly rose from his nostrils, seeming to have an awkwardly sweet scent of death.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:32 pm
William stared in shock for two reasons. First of all, seeing the rapist and his partner playing rock music was a lot for him to swallow. The other reason, however, was that Mocha told him to take her into a room that held someone who attempted to rape her not to long ago. "Mocha, are you sure about this? Do you want to stop here, or should we keep moving?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:35 pm
Mocha froze.
"I... can't... stop listening..."
Guinness hadn't seen them in detail apparently.
"Whaaaaat? this crowd is deader than I am! Raise your hand if you hear me."
Mocha reluctantly raised her hand.
"Damnit."
Guinness was hyped again.
"Woohoo! that'ss what I want, there!"
[[|D;]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:40 pm
Well, the chat with the family had been pleasing, and it had surely lowered the Command levels to an acceptable level. "Now i only need some servo-stretching, and i'll be fine to..."
A blast of energy shot out from Bionic's optics, hit a wall, scanning it's chermical composition, and returned to bionic's head.
"Ugh..." He brought down a status report into his HUD.
COMMAND ENERGY: IMPOSIBLE TO MEASURE.
"Oh, c'mon!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:54 pm
Suddenly, his legs began running on their own. Bionic ran off to where Guinnes and Parepleejo were playing; there, he slammed against a wall and fell down. Then his chest began shooting fireworks.
((i hate this body... but...
METAL N FIREWORKS YEAH!!!12))
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:57 pm
[[It's metal, actually. Not heavy, more like power metal.]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 6:00 pm
Miss Lovely Rita [[It's metal, actually. Not heavy, more like power metal.]] ((Dude(ette) Power metal = awesomeness))
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 6:41 pm
William raised his hand as well. "Where did that-what are you-", he paused for a moment to compose himself. "What the hell is going on? Did you want their help or something, Mocha? If not we really need to keep moving." [[Real composed]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 6:44 pm
Mocha 's arms were swinging form side to side.
"B-But the musssssiiiic is soooooo gooooood..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 7:00 pm
Is he...?
Yep, he's still shooting fireworks
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:05 pm
[[Power metal? Psh. I totally imagined a death metal band. (Guinness has a deep voice, he'd be the perfect WHREEE WHREEEEEEE to Wadsworth's high-pitched squealing).]]
A pair of deejay headphones formed over the places where Wadsworth's ears would be, if he had any. He took the lollipop from Jack before looking at it curiously, crushing the head between two fingers, and sticking the stick into his face. As Wadsworth did this, he carried on a conversation with himself, apparently not noticing that he was speaking aloud.
"Fool. He obviously didn't read the rules. Lie to him, it'll be fun to watch him flounder."
"Funny. Ooh, ooh, tell him that..."
He noticed the look on Jack's face.
"Wait."
"Oh damn."
He composed himself.
"Sorry 'bout that, old bean. I'm Wadsworth."
Wadsworth extended a three-fingered arm toward Jack.
"It doesn't matter now. Just kill him. He's ugly. [[UGLLYYYY!!!! (BioShock reference!!!!)]]"
~*~
Vhozd nodded to Heratik and followed Mocha and William. He was weaponless now, but he would be okay. He always was.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 11:43 pm
Jack didn't care for Metal that much, and his nanomachines dampened the music coming from the cafeteria. He had a hard time stopping his mind from thinking about all the weirdness around here, but he managed to shake the crazy shapeshifter's hand. He ignored the last comment, and continued the conversation.
"All I knew about the tournament, besides its location and timespace qualities, was that anyone could enter and there would only be one winner, and that that winner would be the only one to leave. I didn't know there were other rules...or...uh...such strange people..." The lollipop moved to the other side of his mouth and adjusted his sunglasses.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:34 am
[[bzzt. there are 2nd, 3rd, and 'best wasted effort' prizes.]] Monoe got up from the bed, and curiously walked towards the source of the music. "Nnnn..." Her coming out of the room let Viola do so as well, [[in her little paper-profile thingy, I listed her as a secret metal fan, remember? xD]] who followed Monoe, and managed to hide form common sight while she heard and watched. Monoe saw Vhozd, and then ran over to him. "Oh, hi." [[Me: His voice shifts to mid-pitched when he sings, though. Gaston: *walks by* NOBODY SINGS LIKE GASTON! [1:53] Me: He also has a very large range. Gaston: *comes back* NOBODY HAS A RANGE LIKE GASTON! [2:03] Me: Go away! D<]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:39 pm
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