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 Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:03 pm
((S'all good.))
"Name's Bitong," he said. "I'd like you to come with me. I have a proposition for you."
Crash waited. "Only an hour today, remember?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:11 pm
Z paused for a moment. Was this guy hitting on him? "Suuuuuuure. Should we go into a dark alley? Or maybe into your van! Do you have any candy? I sure love candy!" He said with a childish smile on his face, bouncing up and down like a 10 year old.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:14 pm
Bitong slowly brought his hand up to his face. "You've got...to be kidding me."
He let it drop. "You're Z, right? Look, my employer sent me to you because he is interested in taking you on. Does that sound appealing?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:18 pm
Z stopped his act for a moment. Maybe this guy wasn't a creeper. "Wait so you're a hooker then? I hadn't realized that male hookers could dress so well. You must be good." He said with a smirk, ignoring both questions he was asked. " What does your pimp want me for?" He asked tilting his head to the side innocently.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:21 pm
Z began to notice that the air around him was suddenly very cold.
"Come. With. Me," Bitong managed to grate out. "I don't have time for games."
He turned and began to walk.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:30 pm
((Sorry had to take the trash out))
Z was taken aback by the mans temper. Despite his sudden worriedness, Z decided to follow the man. He shivered slightly, not knowing why the temperature dropped. "Well someone is in a bad mood . . ." He said as he followed. He threw the bun of his hotdog on the ground and began to eat the dog and onions on their own.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:48 pm
Bitong smiled. "Sorry. I just don't have a lot of time today."
He looked over at Z. "Tell me, what do you know about Blazers?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 5:54 pm
"About as much as I know about unicorns or the world being fair I suppose" Z said his mood shifting from worry to annoyance. His time was not well spent on myths and discussion of them. "Something like people using mystickers on themselves and not dying right?" He added with an eye roll.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:02 pm
Mike's prism shattered once again falling into little crystals that disappeared instantly, but he had a smile on his face. He was sure that he had extended his time some, even if it had only been a couple of seconds something told him that he had gotten past the limithat he had been working against.
((Sorry about not posting much lately, I've been having computer troubles.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:20 pm
Nathan shook his head slowly. "I'm not gonna make you uncomfortable for my benefit. No... no more mind games, either; those don't work. So..." Nathan leaned back, thinking hard. "Let's... let's be frontal." He started marching towards Crash. And traced his Mysticker. And formed a bow. And stopped a good distance away, ready to take a shot. He waited for Crash's defense to go up and be misapplied; that would make for an easy score. He looked back to Blaine meaningfully - augment now, please?
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 11:41 pm
Bitong sighed. "Why do they always react like that?"
He stepped in front of Z and grabbed the front of his shirt. Before Z could protest, Bitong sent a wave of ice over his shirt. Z watched in fascination as Bitong laid a finger in the middle of the frost and it all sucked back into his hand, like a vacuum.
"That look like a myth to you, genius?"
Crash didn't move. He simply continued to smile pleasantly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 8:51 am
"No it looks like you messing up my favorite shirt jackass." He said taking a step back. "But assuming my hotdog wasn't drugged, I am going ot go with the following statement "Blazers are real. I am under your power. Clearly you want me for something so that either means I am a blazer, have the potential to become one or am a detriment to them. Either way It's not like I can stop you what with your icy hands of doom."" Z said not emoting at all. For someone who's entire perception of the world was changing he was quite calm.
((It's my birthday so I may not be on all day.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:30 am
((Happy Birthday, hope you have a good day.))
Mike formed yet another prism. Actually forming them seemed as easy as breathing now, he just couldn't maintain them. He still didn't know if he'd be able to pull it off in a stressful situation like combat, especially if he couldn't even do anything more than form a prism. Hopefully he'd progress to the next step soon, but he still wasn't sure if he was close to a full hour. Hopefully somebody would tell him once he was because otherwise he'd stay in here for a long time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 9:48 am
Nathan twitched. Violently. The arrow in the bow nearly, nearly released; it could've accidentally been released.
It was, of course, non-fatal and merely incapacitating.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 4:36 pm
((Happy birthday!))
"The second one," Bitong said briefly as he gestured t a hovercar parked nearby. "If you'll come with me, we can begin working on that."
Mike was just over three quarters of an hour each time his prism failed. Wilde was impressed; the boy had a lot of focus. He had the talent to become a prodigy.
Crash's muscles rippled as he tensed, but that was it.
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