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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:11 am
Sector 5-Church in the Slums This beat up church has a beautiful yellow flower garden that the light beams down just right. Several people have fallen through the hole onto the flowerbed, it seems to be a good way to meet people.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 12:20 am
Loraxond wakes up layin in a flower bed not remembering what had just happened, all he knew was that he fell through a roof and woke up laying in what seemed a church.
He sat up
"Where the hell am I?" He said sitting up looking around to see if anyone else was in here. He noticed a few people standing around the front of the doors. "Hey where am I? Where is this?" He said now standing to his feet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 2:10 am
238 walks in looks around. " not here." stands the for a moment presses a button on her mouth communitcater."667 recieve. Nothing here but a male. Should I exicute?" waits a moment. "Understood. I shall comply" She draws own of her swords tyded to her back, faces Loraxond. "You, Male. Idenify yourself"
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 7:17 am
looking at the person in the back
"My name is Loraxond, Who are you?" Loraxond said looking at the gleaming sword "Whoa! What the hell did i do?" He said as he pulled the pocket knife from his pocket trying to hide it in his hand, knowing he stood a small chance with it, but a chance non the less.
"I dont want any trouble." He said as he stood and walked forward.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 1:30 pm
Tightens the grip on the sword." I am 238." She stares into his eyes trying to read him. "I am seeking someone. Have there been any odd women through this building?" She still points her sword towards him, ready to pounce at any moment.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 2:15 pm
holding his pocket knife tight and flicking the blade out. "No i just fell through the roof here and i dont remember nothing." He said smiling "look if you need help i can help, jes put the damn sword away aight?" He said as he crouched with the pocket knife behind his back waiting for 238 to move.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 1:28 am
She puts the sword away. She speaks into her communicator. "667 receive. Threat minimal." Looks around the building "I am seeking a female. She is a traitor and has information I seek."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:03 pm
He stands and puts the pocket knife away. "Well noone here but me so i dunno what to tell you." Loraxond stands and walks closer to her "So whats your real name, i mean you cant be just a number. Can you?" Loraxond smiled as he walked closer noticing the cominucator. "So what group are you with?" he asked as he now stood right in front of her, in arms reach.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:38 am
Glares into his eyes. " I am 238. Any other information is classified." She takes two steps backwards her fists clenching."refrain from getting closer or I will attack. "
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:31 am
Loraxond busted out in laughter "I thought my threat level was minimal, or did i hear wrong?" Loraxond said smiling "But just outa curosity, what is the level now and how much do you know about me?" He smiled and put his hands into his pockets.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:09 pm
She narrows her eyes and tightens her lips. " Your threat to me is minimal. I do not have data on you but I do know I could destroy you with one swipe of my sword. DO NOT get to close or I will attack. 667 may not like me fighting...." Looks very wicked. " but it's my pleasure. You are warned."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:17 pm
"oh ho fiesty arent we?" he began to laugh "whos 667 or whatever you called them" looking at her "All i ask is that you help me...and i can help you. Hows that sound?" Loraxond said still not remembering where he came from, or how exactly he had got here.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:19 pm
238 sneers. "You think i'd help you or even take help from you. You've got to be kidding me. You to me are waste on my boot." She shrugs turns around and heads to the door. Stops in her tracks. Talk into her commincater quietly. Groans.
At this point another woman walking in. She whipes her dark hair from her forehead. Walks up to Loraxond. Nods a greeting. "Hi. I'm 667. I apologise for 238 she was created aggressivly. Her and I would be happy for your assistance. Allies for her and I are few. And not so much on the trust worthy side."
238 folds her arms looking very pissy about 667's desicion. Glares at Loraxond with a look like 'ive got my eyes on you'.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:01 am
"Created?" Loraxond asked looking puzzled. "Well i dont remember much about me other than the basics, my name, age, abilitys. But other than that not much." he looked at 238 and smiled "well i guess not everyone sees me as waste" he said smiling "My name is Loraxond and i cant remember what i did or how i got here." He looked down "So what do you guys, er gals, need help with?" he asked polietly as he smiled and looked at 667.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 12:38 pm
667 cracks her claw arm "you want to know what I mean by created. Let me explain briefly. A Top Secret project Shinra was working on to create super soilders. They would take DNA for the greatest warriors mix it up with some Jenova Cells. Cook in a tube for a few years and POOF! you'd have a super soilder. Oh course now this project has been discontinued so I am free to talk of it. That flaming ball of anger over there was created of a SOLDIER and a Cetra. I myself was made from Chaos cells. They were trying to re-create Vincent Valentine from scratch I suppose.......now that that's out of the way. We seek others of us that were failures or escapees, which need termination. We are also seeking the scienctist who help create us." Looks thoughtful
"what do you seek, anything you might know to jog your memory?"
238 growingbored with 667 lengthy speak begins to punch a wooden post.
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