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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:36 pm
Fishing a finger under the edge of his mask, Gamma scratched around the tattoo on his face. The one that he had before marbles were reason to kill people.
"Might as well, there's none left here."
She was, after all, paying more than these bums had on their person. Extortion could wait like fifteen minutes before they all forgot what they were doing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:38 pm
"Thank you." She gave him a sarcastic smile, and then went inside, giving him one quick lash just for the hell of it before she closed the door.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:40 pm
"I want explosives..." It was a whine, but a Spartanly whine. "Let's ditch this s**t, go down to the marketplace, find what we need, head down to that one place, and kill that one thing." Talk about being vague as hell.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:53 pm
Smirking to himself, he had to stand and wait to see if she was going to hit him again. Gamma'd be back for sure.
"Don't we all." He turned and started walking for the marketplace. The chainsaw seemed to find a permanent residence atop Gamma's shoulder.
"Let's go get my godamned car."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:57 pm
"Hang on, first I want to stop at the Marketplace," He paused and pointed to his new shield, "Remember that crazy b***h with the shields?" Of course he did, he had to, it was so fresh and new that very few people would forget something like that. "Well, I remember seeing some weapon and armor places near where she first came from, I want to check those places out first." He wanted explosives, he had a wanted to make a concoction that had been quite fun to use on more then one occasion.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:58 pm
Miles stood up and looked to each of them in turn. Then he looked down at his axes, tarry a stain of blood upon them. That wasn't good.
"I want to spill some blood. Which ever causes us to do that I'm for."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:59 pm
"Yuh-huh. I'm going to go get my car." Gamma wasn't interested in any weapons this place had to offer.
arrow Marketplace.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:00 pm
Exit, stage wherever.
arrow Market
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:02 pm
Well the two may had different ideas on what they wanted to do they at least both wanted to go and walk off towards the market, so Miles was left to follow behind. He was starting to wonder exactly why Nyarlathotep had him come here any ways, it wasn't like he was killing much.
arrow Market
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:23 am
[FoP-Alley]
Trei watches as the goon squad wanders off, and mutters under his breath. What a waste of time...
With a groan, he forces himself to his feet, his tattooed eye leaking a bit before he can force the blood to recongeal. He needs to get one of those things back soon, or he's not gonna be able to hold it much longer... already, blood is trickling out of the corners of his eyes.
So, willing the vomit back with every step, Trei staggers his way back into the building, looking around for the storehouse or whatever it was where Team Psycho had gotten its marbles. It's hell... every step makes his vision swim, his blood leak, his mind fog. It's only by luck alone that he finds one of the Red Haired Woman's cronies, and manages to procure a marble (Marble Purchase!); then, in retrospect, he puts what little bit he has left down to procure a marble for the girl he'd spoken to outside (Marble Purchase!).
No sense in leaving her to suffer...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:27 am
Leaning against the building she heard the group leave, Rain smirked, knowing that she would see them again. Next time though she would have a marble and they wouldn’t be so lucky. Mumbling something as she trudged toward the front of the building, she walked slowly up to the door and shoved it open with what strength she had. Rain wasn’t the least bit shocked to see the guy from the alley in there, but now he seemed full of life. Without thinking she snatched the marbled from his hand, since he was feeling better he must of already had one in. Shoving her sleeve up she placed the marble in. Back in the game, she felt the weakness drift off.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:32 am
Rain gave a small nod of thanks to the guy before turning and heading back out the door. In a way she had just stolen a marble from the man, but since she was feeling better it didn’t worry her. There was a chance he would follow her and try to get paid for the marble, heh maybe it would be nice. Someone to watch her back while she watched his... a sort of team. She turned and walked down the street towards the marketplace.
arrow Marketplace.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:38 am
[FoP]
Apparently, while I was gone, Trei did succeed in meeting up with the girl from the alleyway. No worries; he'd intended for her to take the little red and black bugger anyway, so her "theft" isn't really an issue.
However, she's wrong about Trei's revitalization; the young man's eye is still wounded, he's just more focused.
So, she pretty much ignores him and walks away; Trei, meanwhile, grits his teeth and forces the little black and blue orb back into his eye socket, that tiny thunderclap rolling through his body once more.
Then, staggering a bit, he shouts to the girl.
"HEY! HoLD UP!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:57 am
[FoP--->Marketplace]
Trei mutters under his breath at the girl, at the situation, at the caked blood on his face; just about anything. He brings her a ******** marble, and what does she do? Just walks off, not even bothering to say a simple "Thanks."
Well, might as well go with it; she seemed to have a plan, and Trei doesn't. So why not follow her?
He ducks back into the building for just a moment, to grab his gear... the four blades' weight feels just right, and it seems that Gigante is crying for use...
So off he goes, to follow the alley-girl; maybe it'll lead somewhere useful...
arrow Marketplace
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:09 pm
"At least things are ...interesting." Minxi spoke to the air around her while she fiddled with the pen on the desk in front of her.
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