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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:17 am
Three's sarcasm was lost on the newly mysterious A-4, and he greeted him and the others with a peppy, "Quite right, laddy-hos! I'm A. A-4." Then he made several attempts at a good chuckle. That was both humorously comforting, but still....mysterious. And...seeing a figure that was decidedly female, manly as well. "Ah...Tardis sounds a tad...quite. Not the good doctor, either, I'm afraid, haw-haw, old chap! But...who knows what the future may hold?
So we're making peaceable relations then, hm? Jolly good! He who would row the boat shouldn't rock it, haw-haw!" A-4 (with the sad probability of becoming "Tardis") was beginning to wonder if he also had the tendency to be totally profound.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:18 am
A-One watched Z-Four closely. Either the man was crazy, or he had a point; A-One couldn't quite tell. Somewhere in the depths of his memory, he didn't want to hurt anyone either. If they could avoid it ... But if he was attacked, he would defend himself; and if the message was correct, they would all be wiped out. Could he - could they - afford to doubt? "We don't have any proof," he agreed. "But neither do we have any evidence to the contrary."
"We should spread out and scout the area," he decided, voice firm. "Whether or not we need to fight, we should at least know who's where and what they're doing. It makes sense from a defensive standpoint, if nothing else."
He looked around the ring of faces before him, Alpha and Zeta alike. "Anybody disagree? You'd better have an explanation." And if it wasn't a good one, he'd ******** flatten then. Or tell A-Seven to do it. Either way, he almost hoped he'd get an argument.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:19 am
"With a few exceptions, yes," Zeta Eight replied to Zeta Three as he approached, updating him as briefly as possible, "This is Alpha team. Alpha One seems to be in charge. Seven is having a few difficulties with one of the other Alpha members, but otherwise most of the others seem to be cooperating fine." Straightening visibly, she slid her mace over her shoulder and into an opening she had created in her backpack, starting to, if not relax, then certainly become less battle-inclined. It was hard to tell if Zeta Eight had any other emotions other than slight variations of 'stoic.' Still, there was an obvious sense of gratitude when the other responsible Zeta member showed up, although the subtle hints were hard to pick up on at times.
The sudden sound of the word 'superior' caught her attention as Zeta Seven approached, her focus shifting to her aggressive team member. "Seven," she addressed, beginning slowly as he made mention that she had said she had wanted to see him. She hadn't, of course, but if she was surprised to see him, she didn't let on, her demeanor forever unchanged. "If you and yours would possibly take the first shift to stand guard. Other teams may be around."
It seemed everything was dying down now. Everyone was starting to form into groups, most within the confines of their own teams. As to be expected, they were isolating themselves by colors, not daring to mix, and while she understood the rational, this wasn't good behavior for allies. Her head turned slowly to regard first the Zetas, then the Alphas, head cocked slightly to the side in the pose that had become her thoughtful position, clearly considering something.
Approaching Alpha Seven, she stopped only when she was directly in front of him, looked his rather large form up and down slowly. For a good few seconds she was silent, seemingly appraising him before her mask settled back on his, and she finally spoke.
"Spar with me."
She couldn't be serious.
... those who had listened to Zeta Eight even remotely could tell you she most certainly was. She did, however, seem to notice the girls whom had attached themselves to him, looking them over as well for a moment before returning to amend her statement.
"Unless you're having an orgy. Then it can wait."
Her clinical, even tone never even wavered for a second.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:25 am
"I don't know.. YOUR MOM?" Hands on her hips, she stared at α VII, hoping he'd take the bait.
But all he did was.. laugh at her joke. What. WHAT.
What was this... warm, fuzzy feeling? She'd kill someone, of course, if there was mould in her armour, but something told her that wasn't it.
I'll give you credit, he said. Why was he being so nice?
Face as red as her outfit (thank god for gas mask), α X shuffled her feet, looking away shyly. How was she supposed to respond to this sudden act of... of kindness?!?!11
Forgetting about α IV, ignoring α I's call for scouting, feeling slightly jealous that some Zeta girl was approaching her α VII...
wait, what? HER α VII? Ohgod, what was happening to her? Shaking her head as if she could get the thought out of her head, α X tried to think up some suitably mean thing to say to α VII.
Snap out of it, she willed herself... and then..
"You're just stupid," she said to him. "And I bet you're gonna lose to that girl."
...Yeah, that was definitely the way to go.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:30 am
Z4 sagged a bit at A1's rational. Well, they did have a point. But that would mean any alliances here would be shaky at best, and the concept did not sit well with him. As though just to challenge his theory, suddenly his female companion and apparent leader had stepped forward towards one of the more... robust... Alpha members, and his face flushed behind his mask, stepping after her urgently, "Er... Miss Z8, are you s-sure that's a good idea? We don't know for sure they won't... do something mad." He hissed. Besides the fact if the larger Alpha chose to he could probably crush her. She could hold her own, though right? Maybe. Hopefully she remembered something about dodging, at least?
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:31 am
Perhaps in theory, somewhere in a far away land, a red-headed kilted boy thinks about how much he would like to spoon Zeta Eight while possibly playing a game in which he plays a half-naked woman with a sword.
Oh, the mysteries of the universe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:41 am
Everything that came out of A4's mouth was like comedy gold. A7 just wanted to hang around him all the time, to listen to him talk. He had no idea what that guy was saying, and he didn't care. It was so goddamn funny. It almost made him giggle. He repeated the last thing A4 said, the 'haw haw!', and tried not to bowl over laughing.
"You're the best. Oh my God. Please stay alive for a long time, man. I am begging you."
He looked up at Z8, his laughter dying in his throat.
"Holy s**t, serious?" He asked, the excitement vibrating in his voice. He extracted his arm from A2, and stood up, slowly. He loomed over Z8 - she couldn't see it, but he was grinning like a cheshire cat.
"Well, I really like the idea of sparring you. But having an orgy with you and the girls sounds like even more fun."
He turned to A10, and his chuckle returned. "I'm not giving you credit for that one. It wasn't as clever. Sorry kitten."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:45 am
(Zeta Six Entering)
He'd waited too long and cursed under his breath as he hurried along towards where he had seen his comrades go. He wondered what they had run into, if they had run into anything. The fog made things impossible to tell one thing from another. He was running off of instinct now, sheer instinc- he heard a commotion ahead. Slowing his pace he came across is slowly, peeking from under his helmet to a large group which seemed to be together.
He caught a glimpse of Zeta Eight and Zeta Seven along with the whole bunch. He was happy to see them. Something was immediately off though. Red outfits? He slowed and remained outside of the immediate vicinity, making sure to be behind one of his own. Of course there were others, there had to be. It seemed odd though... why was there no fighting? He couldn't hear quite well so he moved in closer to where Seven was, he tried to get as close as possible without drawing too much attention. In close proximity he finally opened his mouth. "Hey, what the hell is going on and who the hell are the reds?"
He took a look around and listening into the bickering and rolled his eyes. What the hell was this, a high school PE class?
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:50 am
z7 watched his cool and calculated leader with attentive interest, she normally never asked much but when she did. she was clear that she needed it done swiftly and properly. Guard duty eh? he said in a contemplating voice, rattling his brain for the best way to go about it. Ain't no problem, I'll gather the troops and get it done. He went to go drag a few zeta members to begin the first quard shift with a yawn.
"C'mon, lets get this done so we can get our own shuteye"
((Ugh, super sleepy, gonna leave this up and edit it proper in the morning, if there's a zeta that wants to participate in the guard shift, by all means join in, and drag 7 around while I'm away.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:51 am
No one was getting away with calling her kitten. α X wanted to be more of a lioness. Or a tigress.
"AT LEAST I'M A CAT," α X retorted. "b***h PLZ." Sulkily, she turned to Z8, looking over the other girl appraisingly.
"Go on," she encouraged. "Fight him, I wanna see what happens."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:51 am
There was something wrong with a-4's chest, it felt...warm, at a-7's words. What was this mysterious force? Could it be...the power of friendship? The warm feeling soon became a tingling..in his pants. WAIT WAS HE...COULD HE BE...WAS THIS...
Oh it was a phone message, giving an awkward "Oho!" and a "Why buzz my bollocks!" at his almost-gay-turned-dire text, a-4 read it with an excellent show of intensity. Several times over. Then he began patting himself down, " 'fraid I don't have one 'o those...or do I?"
He did another baggage check. No. Not on him...unless...hmmm, "Think they may have hid 'em? Y'know...up there?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:01 am
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Zeta Eight got the sudden inexplicable feeling that there was a boy in a skirt that wanted to spoon her and it was this, more than anything else, that scared her beyond her wildest belief.
... or no, that was just a warm spot in the fog. Fear, warm air, it was an easy mistake.
She stayed completely silent as Alpha Seven asked her if she was serious, unmovingly staring at him in response to his question, not responding until a few moments later, as if she wasn't sure if it was a serious question or not. "Yes," came her short response, possibly a hint of flatness to her tone. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but if any were considering Zeta Eight's sanity at that point, there might have been good reason. She was an average-sized girl, perhaps slightly taller than average, and the body beneath the armor suggested she was relatively lean -- certainly nothing to sneeze at. Still, there was no denying she was completely dwarfed by Alpha Seven's size, her head craning upwards as he stood slowly, coming to stand directly in front of her. His jokes were met with the same monotone she always used, any amusement that could have been construed mere speculation, or the distortion of the mask.
"Perhaps if you win."
Sliding her backpack off her shoulders, she lifted her fists, getting into a ready position.
"... 'Kitten,'" there was a slight pause at the title, not sure if she should call her that or not. In the end, she voted in favor -- she couldn't see Alpha Ten's title from where she was standing, "If you would?" She was, of course, referring to refereeing, not having an orgy with them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:14 am
The only problem with how funny A4's voice was, would be how distracting it could be. At "Buzz my bollocks!", A7 burst out with a helpless "BAHAH-" and bent over in laughter. Oh, but he was amazing. Of course, when A7's own pants started buzzing, he got a little worried over exactly how amazing that funny sounding man was. Oh, it was just his phone. He ... left it there for a bit. He'd check it after the spar, sure. It had nothing to do with the fact that it vibrated, no.
A7 moved into position, bending slightly, and waited for Z8 before he wrapped an arm around her waist and a leg around her knee. With a little kick at the crook of her knee, A7 had her falling - but he kept a hold on her so she wouldn't fall. Instead, he laid her gently to the ground.
"Okay. I win. Orgy time is now?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:23 am
"Oh, sure, baby," α X shrugged at Z8. "Get set, go, and hit as hard as you want." She couldn't help the slight snarl, I mean.. had he really ignored her in favour of Z8? Sure, she'd told them to go fight it out, but he really should've been more sensitive. Then again, this was A7 they were talking about. Sensitive? HUH. More like... like..... yeah, she couldn't come up with anything. Deal.
With a yell and a flying tackle α X attacked him. It was more of a LET'S JUST JUMP ON THIS PILE OF BODIES YEAHHH' thing, but.. that didn't sound so cool.
"Who's the boss now, huh, A7?" Sitting on him, she crossed her legs (ladylike!) and pulled her cellphone out to check the new message.
Five pendants. Rad.
"So, α IV? Where d'you propose we go look for these pendants?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:35 am
As anyone could have predicted, it was over in a heartbeat. Then again, it hadn't really meant to much of anything serious -- Zeta Eight had been trying to promote inter-team communication, and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Still, she had at least expected to stay up for five seconds. But when 'Kitten' had said go, she found a well-muscled arm around her waist and a leg coiled around her knee, and suddenly she was no longer touching the ground, Alpha Seven lifting her completely before setting her down on her back to effectively pin her. There was a moment when shock won out over reason, and she laid there against the sand, staring at him through the orange-tinted lenses of her mask, glancing towards Alpha Ten with an inquiring look ("Pendants?") before something clicked in her brain, and she promptly swung her elbow into his face with a snap, ironically at the same moment Alpha Ten leaped onto his back.
Impromtu tag-team, go!
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