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 Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 6:16 pm
Taking your clothes off for money had some benefits. For one, Ricky Cunningham finally had money. Sure, he had money before, but not enough to go to the classy bars. You know, the bars where your a** sticks to the wooden stools because they haven't been wiped down from the spilled beer during that Y2K party. The ones that reek of a fresh brew as much as they reek of urine and cheap cologne. A really classy institution - right around the corner from one of the largest dorms of Destiny City University, hence all the class.
Or at least, Ricky viewed it as a classy place filled with sophisticated people, students getting so drunk they stumble out and vomit in the threshold. So academic!
Although not a student himself, Ricky was next to stumble out of the bar in a drunken stupor, sadly with no girl on his side. He was close, but he blew it when he couldn't stop staring at her tits. Such is the life.
Adding to his misfortune, he had to deal with the curse of being drunk - the curse of constantly needing to take a leak. Conveniently, there was a dark alley just two buildings down that he could sneak into for some privacy...as long as he wasn't endangering himself to any trouble that may be afoot.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:44 pm
Graphite was being a bonafide creeper. Though, the exact variant was up for debate. Personally, the redhead was torn between trying to be Arkham City Batman or being some creeper from Dishonored, but. You know. No reason he couldn't blend them both, except for the fact that he couldn't press X for x-ray-detective mode-vision or chain a ton of combos together.
He couldn't even chain a one-two hit combo together, but hey, whatever! Whatever man!
Nonetheless, the Negaverse agent was trawling for some energy. Making up for lost time, as it were. He'd spent the last month engaged in Borderlands 2 and XCom, so if he didn't get to quota, it'd probably be bad juju of the red skull level band variety. An elite red skull, even. A badass elite red skull.
The Lieutenant hadn't summoned his bottle yet, so he mostly was jumping around like some stupid guy in a pinstriped outfit, eyes scanning the ground below for a loner. There were a lot of couples, gaggles of girls, and packs of bros.
(So many bros.)
But there it was-- a lone figure!
In an attempt to emulate the Bat, Graphite dropped down, boots crunching against the pavement, letting the darkness of the alley swathe him.
And then Graphite fell face first, because he was unbalanced, shoving over a trash can with a startling CRASH-RATTLE-BANG.
"Uh," the redhead said, very eloquently. "...Sup." From his place on the ground, he offered a two fingered wave in the stranger's direction.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 7:59 pm
"Aw, what the ********!" Ricky screamed and turned around, mid-leak. "Don't you know not to mess with a dude when his s**t is out? ********' hell, ya damned city people..."
Unfortunately for Ricky, in the dark lighting of the alley he could barely make out the boy's outfit - and the boy's Negaverse uniform blended in with the young crowd enough for him not to immediately sense the danger.
"Ya okay brah?" he asked with a drunken slur. "What the hell were you doin' up on the roof anyways?"
Oh crap, this was starting to read as a sign of danger, even for a dumbshit like Ricky. Perhaps the darkness of the alley could be used to his advantage - the enemy may not have gotten a good luck at him, so he could power up if needed with some anonymity.
It then occurred to Ricky that there was something he had forgotten to do. Ricky then put his junk back in his pants.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 8:11 pm
Graphite blinked, tilting his head like a confused pomeranian.
And then he saw the bits. The one-eyed snake. The apple-python. The--
Okay, seriously. As a gay dude, he had plenty of names for wangparts, no need for him to list them here.
The redheaded teen jumped to his feet, dusting his vest off. "Being Batman," Graphite replied with a scoff. It was a real pity he didn't have a cape to go with his ensemble. Maybe if he asked nicely, whenever he became Captain (if ever), he could get one to go with his uniform!
Or, you know. He could buy one off ebay. That was way more in line with his budget for "effort."
"Bye bye," Graphite said in a sing song voice, watching the stranger make himself decent. "I was going to try to sneak up on you, but I guess I needed to put a bucket on your head and grind out some stealth levels, first. But I guess no one's perf, even me. Double you-tea-gee, self."
All the while, the Lieutenant edged clooooser....and clooooserrr.......
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 8:27 pm
Ricky backed away as the boy took steps closer - there was something not right here. He wasn't sure what the boy wanted from him, but whatever possibility he came up with, he wasn't interested.
"Erm, I don't swing that way," he said as he was backing up. "And if you're one of them Negas, you messin' with the wrong guy."
In what at best could be described as a tactful, drunken, jerk reaction, he grabbed a nearby empty trashbin and flung it with one arm towards the kid. Sure, it wouldn't do much of anything to someone powered up, but it might be able to distract them for a moment for while he swiftly powered up to Troy Page of Chronos.
Powered up, he could read the energy signature that the boy was a Negaverse agent after all. With that in mind, he then charged forward with a powerful fist ready to launch to the redhead's face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 9:09 pm
"If you don't want your gear inspected, then maybe you should disable it in your preferences," the Lieutenant shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.
"One of 'them' Negas--what, are you from some troglodyte internet conspiracy theory forum? Slash x slash maybe? Ugh--"
As most villains SHOULD have to know, monologuing is dangerous. It leads to your guard being down, and that led to Graphite shrieking like a little girl and throwing himself out of the way of the trash can, and then was smacked right in the kisser.
"Dude," he replied, swinging blindly at the...new guy. "Where's your buttbow, bro?" The redheaded Negaverse agent reached into the space that was hammers and pulled forth his impressive...bottle-- and swung.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 8:57 pm
"My what now?" Troy questioned. He had no idea what a buttbow was, nor did he know what the terms troglodyte, conspiracy, or slash meant. He had a passing understand of internet as that place on the computers where you can look at boobs and find stuff. He assumed, however, that buttbow had something to do with his butt. "Don't be lookin' at my a**, that's weird!" He paused. "Or is something wrong with my butt?"
s**t, did he not have a good butt?
Then again, that was the least of his concern as there was a large bottle swinging towards his face. He rose an arm up to block the attack swiftly, his forearm colliding with the bottle with strong impact, then pulled out his own terrifying violent weapon.
A...twig.
Oh right, that was pointless. What good was a twig going to do?
He threw the twig toward the Negaverse agent's face. Maybe it will do something.
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