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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 3:51 pm
"Peach," Tiki said lightly as he put a pinch of tea leaves into the kettle, just before it whistled. He pulled two cups out of nowhere and set them next to it as he rocked back from the kettle on his haunches.
"Gonna tell me your name yet?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 4:06 pm
Xander shook his head, "No, thanks." he mumbled.
"Tell him your name!" Alex said.
Xander sighed and rubbed his temples with his right hand hand, "Xander."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 5:50 pm
((*Just read Xander's profile again* *Reads Xander-posts* I am reminded of Raven from Snow Crash.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:02 pm
((I'm not familiar with it, is it a book?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:24 pm
((I should read it! And find out about this Raven character.
*looks it up* I definitely see the resemblance, lol. I like the glass knives idea.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:59 pm
((Yeah, Raven's a badass. Quote: Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest ******** in the world... Hiro used to feel this way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this was liberating. He no longer has to worry about being the baddest ******** in the world. The position is taken. He's that good.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 7:11 pm
((Yeah he is! Just from reading a brief description I know that.
Nice, lol))
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 6:50 am
"Just Xander?" Tiki chuckled. "OK. Xander it is then." He held out a steaming cup of tea to him. "There ya go. Might want to blow on it a bit and get it to cool down."
((Yeah, Raven is my name over the summer. Snow Crash details my adventures. Abridged, of course.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 2:34 pm
"Yes, I think," Richard told Cyrill. "This paper. It does nothing," he informed him, slapping the stack with the back of his fingers. "Tell me you know more, man. Tell me more!" There was almost a note of pleading in his voice. "We go out with this much, we get killed. You must know something more."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 4:05 pm
Cyrill nodded reluctantly. "Yes. Although I know nothing about the substance itself, I know that there is a possibility that a piece of it was discovered by a ring of drug traffickers in South America. Chile, to be specific. Our job is to get down there and find out what it is and bring it back."
He sniffed slightly. "Anything else?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 4:23 pm
((But Joe, you're not Native Aleutian and you're also not the biggest bad a** in the world, lol))
Xander took the cup, I said no. he thought to himself, tossing the liquid over his shoulder, losing the cup in the process.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 4:56 pm
Tiki cried out. "Hey! That was rude!" He retrieved the cup and wiped it on his pants. "Cripes man, don't have to be a d**k."
((I am too!))
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 5:42 pm
((I'm YER MOM!))
Richard pursed his lips, shook his head, and sighed. "Let's leave then. We're not doing any good here," he commented. "I presume we're going in by helicopter, probably pretty low?" He glanced at Lt Monson, who grinned slightly and patted his M249 a little gleefully.
((Also: Side char info!
Lt Leonard “Arrow” Liner
6’ 0”
Shaved bald. Blue eyes. Sharp features. Broad chest, heavy build. Works out quite a bit.
Equipped with an FN SCAR CQC, USP .45
Lt Henry “Gremlin” Tomson
5’ 3”
White hair, a little too long. Red eyes. Square features. Albino. Thin, light, unreally fast.
Equipped with FN SCAR CQC + grenade launcher, 1911
Lt Nicole Hallard
6’ 2”
Blonde and brown hair, clipped at the shoulders, pulled into tight bun on her neck. Brown eyes. Round, almost childish features. Thin, would be attractive if she didn’t wear uniform.
Equipped with MP7, M21 SWS, M9
Lt T.J. “Froggy” Monson
5’ 10”
Tan hair. Green eyes. A bit on the thin and quick side. Thin face, watchful eyes.
Equipped with M249 Para, Glock 18))
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 5:52 pm
Cyrill nodded. "Very astute of you. Chopper is waiting outside." He turned and led the way to the helicopter, which was indeed idling in the field. His men were already aboard.
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