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| Who Should Become Vice-Commander? Vote Now Fools! |
| Ace (Sokata) |
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48% |
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| GroundWalker (Joel) |
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[ 24 ] |
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| Total Votes : 47 |
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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 7:21 pm
((We can start the mission tonight and I'll figure some way to make sure you guys can carry on without Eva.))
The first thing that Eva noticed upon rematerialization was the smell of the place. It had a strong antiseptic odor, masking a faint yet definately present odor of urine and blood. The second was the lighting, bright enough to make everything looke washed-out, yet completely cold and uncaring. The last was the dead silence. There was no noise, whatsoever. The place was deserted, and running on automatic. Eva stepped forwards and waited for her two peons to join her. As they stepped through, she would immediately press a finger over her lips, shushing them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 7:34 pm
Forte had the urge to give a low whistle upon the sight of the abandoned asylum. The entire area reeked of death and decay, but not in the conventional sense. Yes, there was that sensation of rotting, but also that emptiness that suggested nothing there lasted very long. She gave an involuntary shudder, clutching one of her sidearms with more force.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 8:07 pm
"Heh...If ya wanna come watch me get yelled at then sure, you can join me." She let her smile press more into her stupid grin, as she walked forward to traverse the halls of the headquarters. Letting her sword tip hover just a little bit above the floor.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:20 pm
((I'm just gonna keep going because we're pressed for time. Twitch, I'm sorry for this))
Eva pressed two fingers together and pointed twice down the hallway before moving ahead. She moved as silently as she could, but it still seemed to her that each footstep rang out like a peal of thunder. After a minute or two of walking, they passed a closed door marked "Lob tomi s". Some of the letters had worn away, but that was definately the room Ryanna had warned them of. Eva did a quick about face and walked in the other direction. After leaving the portal behind again and continuing for several minutes down a maze of corridors almost as intricate as Mishap, she came upon what appeared to be a common room, with a second-floor balcony. Eva nodded to Forte and pointed to a staircase she could use.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:44 pm
((OK, you guys now have my permission to Puppet Eva. Be kind.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 12:03 pm
Sketch followed side by side with his captain. "It would be my honor."
As he looked down at stalker, he couldn't help but smile. Seeing her goofy smile always did. He really thought that it looked cute but no one should underestimate her. She was actually quite strong.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:14 pm
" 'Ight then." She picked her sword tip of the ground a little more as she continues walking down the hall, she continuously peered around the corners, as if looking for something until they finally stopped before the two large oakwood doors. "....."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:06 pm
"Nervous? Come on, she can't be that bad. Plus, we locked it away. She should be happy not mad," Sketch encouraged her. He truely did believe what he said to her. After all, the things back where it belongs and they completed their first mission. And they only cause a little damge.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:18 pm
"Bah...I'm screwed." Her brow twitched slightly as she closed her eyes. With a sigh she tugged the oak doors open and walked indie, giving her funny sort of salute out of well...semi-repect, Xinrie was terrible at such formalities. "Yer Library is finished."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 3:26 pm
((Roger, Captain.))
Her heart skipped several beats upon seeing the lobotomy experimental room, and she swore for a split second that she could hear scraping of metal against some other substance. Whatever it was, she didn't want to think about it.
Forte nodded in quick agreement upon seeing a spiraling staircase that led to an upper floor in plain view of the current one. Quietly, she hurried to the stairs, making sure not to give the twins any inkling that they were there - yet. She scaled, always keeping an eye out for Eva and Twitch, as well as their quarry.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:07 pm
((Arghhh...I need Lyoko and Hunter to get on!!!! So mad.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:03 pm
Sketch followed Stalker and also gave a salute. His was more formal. He was standing straight, feet together, and his left hand, completely straight, like his body. "And I will be inquiring a new sword," he added as he closed the door.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:11 pm
Commander Rindell, slowly peered out two the pair from behind the rather large book she had been reading. She bent a corner of the page, in order to mark her psot before snapping it shut.
"...Welcome back my little Stalker...Damage report? Oh and Sketch...I beleive that was the name given to you, we can easily give you another sword, the weaponsmith will have one custom made for you if you wish."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:30 pm
Ryu looked over smileing softly "dont worry about it ill sit with you and make shre your left alone"he said placeing his hand on her sholder
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:47 am
((sorry i could't get on i was gone all weekend ...))
Twitch stepped forward silently, hugging the wall and staying in the shadows. Her heart was racing ... she wished she could get a closer look at these wackos they were supposed to take care of. She liked to observe an opponent before confrontation, try to figure out their weaknesses ...
Another shriek of scraping metal nearly made her jump out of her skin. Calm yourself, she thought. Remember your training. Don't mess up.
She reached into her pocket to grip the handle of the gun she had been given. It comforted her slightly, the feel of the cold hard metal.
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