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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82  Posts: 1702/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Grey: "Perfect. I'll see you there, Miss Wong." He placed the reciever of his office phone back on its hook, and contemplated... Elaine had come to him one day, having found a tip on her desk, presumably left there by someone called "Officer Orwell", a self-titled undercover narc whom Grey suspected probably didn't exist in reality. Most of these anonymous tippers used an assumed name, anyway. For all he knew, they could have come from one single person under multiple names. The story went as thus: He thought he had run the local Mafia out of town a few months back, but there was a hint of a cocaine push on the streets as of the last few weeks. A drugstore robbery some time ago of about 600 dollars and some powerful restorative drugs led him to believe someone out there was not only peddling coke, but the cure for it, as well. A shipment of what was billed as "flour" three weeks prior had turned out to be a different kind of white powder, and the facts just kept adding up. Finally, came the tip from this "Orwell" fellow. His immediate suspicions were in fact not of the Mafia syndicate, but of simple street gangs. Coincidences tended to happen fairly often in River City. But then, came one simple event that tied it all together. Rico Forelli, the murder-convicted head of the River City Mafia, was slated to be executed, having been brought in by a bounty hunter for about ten thousand dollars. He was sprung hours before his execution, and murdered a few weeks later. All of that activity, all surrounding the same group of people, all in such a condensed period of time. Grey came to one conclusion: The Mafia was back, and with the head of the family murdered, there had to be some chaos in the ranks. The families were bound to be struggling for power, and yet despite this weakness they still managed to conduct deals. If he wanted to stamp out the syndicate for good, he'd have to strike them at this time, and what better way to defeat an opponent than to cut his supply lines? Therein lay the abilities of the lovely Miss Wong. Grey gave her a call to assist him with his latest pet project, a sabotage of the newest cocaine deal coming into the River City harbor tomorrow night. If they could somehow bring the deal down, it'd be the first step in making the Mafia destroy itself. All that had to be worried about were civilians at the harbor at the time of the plan's beginning. Grey was wary, but he had an idea, nonetheless. Removing himself from his thoughts, Grey exited his cluttered office, eyeing the brown-haired woman at the front desk on his way out... "Elaine, take the afternoon off. I'm going for a drink." Elaine: "Yes, Mr. Davis. Shall I see you tomorrow?" Grey: "Only in the morning, I've got some plans for tomorrow night. You can have that off, too." Elaine: "Of course, sir." Before he exited, he cast one final look at his secretary, who had already begun to assemble her things before leaving. Grey: "Oh, but Elaine?" Elaine: "Yes, Mr. Davis?" Grey: "If I don't come in the morning after tomorrow, you may have to find yourself another job." Elaine: "Mr. Davis, please don't go and do anything rash..." Grey: "If I were to go and do something rash, wouldn't you quit working here, anyway?" He closed his office door, and walked down the street to Vinnie's, a bar which he rather enjoyed the atmosphere of. |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1703/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Ziff, I met you six months ago, last august. Dark Lord Ziff: Yo. Dark Lord Ziff: It's evillerlegion from Acmlm's. Rale9891: alright this is the second time this has happened today. Rale9891: oh hey there Dark Lord Ziff: What's up? Rale9891: sorry, just that lately a lot of people from Acmlm's have been randomly IMing me *** Dark Lord Ziff signed on at Wed Aug 04 00:10:49 2004. Rale9891: not much, I'm just listening to some music Dark Lord Ziff: We tend to do that. I say get an allow list set up if you don't like it. Rale9891: nah, it's all good. I've met some neat people Dark Lord Ziff: Yeah, there are some nuts on that board, and then there are some geniunely interesting folks. Rale9891: mhmm Rale9891: so what do you come to me for this late at night? Dark Lord Ziff: No clue, just to chat really. Idle banter soothes th emind. Do you remember that? I do. I'm not a part of your past, but I am a part of your present. Think constantly about the past, and you'll never really be able to work with the present, and consequently, never the future. Live in the future, and you won't pay any attention to the past, and of course that means your present will be totally fucked. If you live in the present, though, figure out who you are at the moment, figure out what you want to be based off of what you were, and you might be happier. I hate my life as it is now, too. I hate it because I keep being reminded constantly of what I used to be, and I wonder what I'll become. I just contradicted myself? Not really. Because I'm telling you you shouldn't dwell on the past or the future, you should use the past to help the future. You remember pokemon toys from sixth grade? Don't dream about being a child again, be a child again. Everyone knows about all that "inner child" bullshit. Well, it's not all bullshit. Approach the world with the mind of a child, fill yourself with the discovery of new ideas and thoughts, and contemplate them as a child would. Preserve your past in your actions, the whole reason why you loved your past so much was because it was all new, all interesting. If something's become boring to you, find something interesting to replace it with. Or find out something new about it to make it less boring. Or, of course, you could always remember the belief that the past will always repeat itself. But then again, that's usually meant in a bad way...  |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1704/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Your fridge is badass. I wish I had that many refridgerator magnets. I have severe problems with my pants actually fitting me. All of them are too big, I somehow shrunk down from a 36 to a 31 over the last six months... So my mom gets me 34s for christmas.  |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1705/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1707/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Kalar: "Relax, Tuxydon, it's just me. No danger. Not yet, anyway." |
The tattered young man's metal arm shifted gears slightly as he brushed the branches of a few shrubberies aside... "Of course, in your case, "Me" would be a stranger, no matter who I was." Tuxydon would have found the man to be very familiar looking. Something about Kalar's attire was most likely to raise memories of days long past in the hunter. It was only natural: Men wearing black suits and sunglasses tend to have that effect. Kalar, however, had nowhere near the clean, neat appearance of a White Light agent, and good thing, too, because he had no clue at all who they were. If he had, he probably wouldn't have cared, anyway. Converse to Tuxdon's woodland appearance, Kalar was thoroughly technological: His right arm and leg were made entirely of mechanical parts, having lost them in a struggle several years ago. On his back lay a scythe, with a blade almost clear, the handle of which revealed to be another strange mechanical device, presumably a weapon of some sort. His shoes, which Tuxydon would instinctively believe to be top-notch and made of the finest Italian leather, were in fact beat-up, scuffed, and scratched beyond recognition. It was almost as though Kalar were the polar opposite of the men that would come to Tuxydon's mind. "In any case, I'm not here to hurt you. The name's Kalar. Just Kalar, that's all you need to know right now." His attitude was considerably out of proportion with his apparent ability to beat people up, but despite the physical weakness, there was an odd look about his eyes, one that would throw off anyone willing to stare at them for more than a few seconds. He was clearly insane, yet at the same time fully aware of his thoughts...
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1708/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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But the thing is, Creationism doesn't have any empirical basis at all. In fact, it's so subjective that anyone could form their own opinion about it and state that it's a theory and it'd be just as plausible as anyone else's opinion. At least Darwinism and the theory of evolution has experimental data to accompany it. |
What about the multitudes of cultures and areas in the world that have nothing to do with Christianity and less to do with Creationism? What do we say to them, "Sorry, you're not allowed to talk to us about that stuff, we believe in the right god, and all"? That's crap on a stick, right there. See, this is what should have happened in place of the whole "Under god" in the Pledge of Allegiance thing. Disputing Creationism makes a lot more sense, because it's making sure we're getting rid of something that's actually a problem.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1709/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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You got a problem with the detective? |
And if Kario's wrong, what about different types of computer RAM? I know RD is one of them.... ST and ND, of course, probably aren't. (restricted) |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1711/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Did he put someone else's ticket on his car, and then put it back when he left the spot? |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1712/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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As the blade was pushed backward, Blue surged his fist forward, releasing the cold and removing all of the kinetic energy surrounding his fist from the immediate area... If DarkSlaya didn't do something, Blue's fist would certainly connect. Considering his fist had, at this point, enough power to freeze the ground of the entire arena, there was a touch more than a slight chance that DarkSlaya wouldn't want to be hit. |
Blue: "I'll show you the true extent of my abilities!" ------------------------------------------------ Red: "Janus, he's gone insane!" The man's glasses nearly fell off his face as he watched Blue grapple with DarkSlaya's sword. Blue was crazy, to be using a technique like Absolute Zero in an environment like this... With the heat of the arena, not only would it be insane to maintain it, but at the same time... "Wait... Wait, I think I understand now..." Janus: "Oh?" Red: "Yeah! Think about it! It's so hot in the arena, how would something as cold as John's attack feel?" Grey: "It'd probably be about a million times worse than having ice put down your shirt in the middle of the summer..." Red: "Exactly!" His expression changed from one of fear to one of excitement... He called to mind immediately his battle with Jarukoth, at one point a long time ago. Jarukoth had used a technique on him, where he had forged a ball of energy in his hand. Remembering the painful wound in his chest that had resulted, Red equated the force of the blow easily with Blue's Absolute Zero technique. Blue had the power, for sure. The truth of the matter was, Red didn't seriously believe Blue was weak. In fact, he considered Blue a great deal stronger than himself. He felt Blue lacked, if anything at all, confidence. But this... This wasn't confidence. This was arrogance. Perhaps that was why Red, not Blue, was the leader of the team. If Blue had power, would he abuse it? Would he prove to be a weak leader, no matter how strong his mind was? How strange, that he should feel the need to prove himself to Red. Why? Red's eyes fell to the ground. Had he given Blue a need to prove himself? Perhaps the flaw, then, was in Red. Perhaps Red had lorded his own abilities to an extent where Blue could contain himself no longer. Strange, it was. But stranger still, that Blue would prove his abilities not in a battle with Red, but in a battle with someone else. Janus: "Thinking about something, Evan?" Red: "Yes.... I am. One thing I do know, though, is that Blue needs to stop, and he needs to stop soon." Janus: "The mind of a warrior is much more complex than it seems, Evan. Especially when the warrior is also a scientist." Red: "True..."
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1713/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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The moment Tuxydon draws his bow, the scythe on Kalar's back is off and windmilling like a helicopter blade, knocking the arrow away and into a tree, which nearly explodes in a burst of ice. A splitsecond later, the scythe is no longer a scythe, but a chung-ryodo (sp?), a long handle with a halberd-like blade sticking longways out of the end. A second after that, the handle shortens to hand size, as a basketed hilt extends from it and a thin blade is formed where the halberd had once been, a rapier. Still another instant later, the scythe is back on Kalar's back. |
Kalar: "Calm down, now! I'm not here to get myself killed, or--" At this, he looks at the ice-covered tree next to him. "--frozen solid, for that matter. Just meeting with the natives. Though, you don't really seem to be a native. Are you alright?" He stepped towards Tuxydon, gears shifting and metal clanking with his steps. Kalar's gaze was piercing, but sympathetic; his eyes, though young, had seen more than the average person his age would see.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1714/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Was the man an executioner? |
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1715/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Oh, darn, I've seen this game before, too.... |
It looks like Alundra. But Alundra didn't have party members...
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1716/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Originally posted by Sonicandtails That's an executioner.
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1717/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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I always feel like I have to readjust my focus whenever I look at these... But that makes me see them that much clearer. |
You're getting better and better, Peardian. Real props. Oh, and the Squares RP wallpaper? Excellent!
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1718/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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As DarkSlaya's grab threw Blue off-balance, Blue's fist headed straight for the ground, effectively freezing the sand of the arena's floor into a thin layer of solid white ice! Certainly, the sun would melt the ice after a few moments, but until then, it was time to slip and slide away. |
Which Blue did, of course, taking a dive onto his stomach and underneath DarkSlaya's blade. He rolled onto his feet, his legs quivering as he struggled to maintain his balance on the sheet of ice which covered the ground. He pushed his sunglasses up his nose, and positioned them meticulously, livid. Blue: "That... should not... have missed..." The man was clearly pissed. While the ice was still covering the ground, Blue shut his eyes tightly and began to focus harder than ever. Though DarkSlaya could not feel it yet, the ground was beginning to quiver... (edited by Grey on 02-12-05 07:38 PM) (edited by Grey on 02-12-05 07:59 PM)
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1719/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Blue was a roiling mass of rage now... The sky opened up, as the Oracle's Pyramid adjusted itself to Blue's current emotional status... |
----------------------- Red: "Crap!" Blue had gotten angry. That wasn't good. Blue never got angry. DarkSlaya had to ahve embarassed Blue pretty badly. Red knew full well how strong Absolute Zero was, and to have it so easily defeated by DarkSlaya had to have been a huge shot to Blue's already crippled ego... It was only logical what would happen next. Red: "Janus! Jason! Grey! GET DOWN!" ----------------------- As the four of them hit the deck at Red's beckoning, an explosion of ice rocked the arena around them, and the ground broke into a mass of floating shards of ice! Standing at varying levels, the massive chunks of ice were large enough to be counted as platforms, the highest of which Blue stood on, looking down at DarkSlaya. An aura of ice surrounded him, swilring faster than ever. Lightning struck from a pitch black cloud in the sky that covered the entire arena, hitting a block of ice, causing a small explosion, and eerily illuminating the pissed-off Agent's sunglasses. For a split-second, Blue's icy stare was visible through the dark lenses. Blue: "Do. Not. Mock. Me."
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1720/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Red: "This has to stop. This has to stop!" |
The Agent had gotten to his feet, as the lightning struck and the ice stormed. Blue had gone way too far. That much was clearly evident in his rage. Red remembered the last time Blue got truly angry... That was definitely why he wasn't the leader. Blue normally had excellent control, but there's always a disorder within the control. It was unhealthy, it was always unhealthy. Though Blue was certainly able to keep him and Green in line, Red was the leader for a damn good reason... Red stood up straight, and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. Another flash of lightning revealed his own eyes, just for a moment. Janus got up, and looked at Red, who stood tall, strong, and ready. Red was completely calm, and exhaled slowly, as heat began radiating from his body. Suddenly, his gaze steeled, and he locked his eyes on Blue, who continued expressing extreme anger high atop his platform. Janus: "Evan, what're you..." Red: "Janus, stop. I know what I'm doing." Janus quieted down. Red truly knew what was going on in Blue's head right now, more than anyone else. He turned towards the raging Agent, walked up to the window from which the battle could be seen, and curled his hand into a fist, punching the glass and shattering it almost completely. Not a scratch appeared on his fist, hardened by constant physical training. He stepped onto the sill of the window and, in a feat of superhuman ability, sprung onto one of the platforms. It began to melt under the intense heat of Red's flaming aura, but no matter, for Red jumped again to the platform Blue was standing on. Red: "Blue. Stop." Red spoke in a commanding tone, one that Janus had never heard before. He spoke with authority, and the strength that could lead 1000 men across 1000 battlefields. Red was indeed a leader, and almost instantly upon hearing his voice, Blue's storm began to quiet down, despite the man's anger still being evident. Blue: "Why should I stop, Evan? Why? I want to show you that I am not nearly as weak as you think I am..." Red: "Because this isn't strength, Blue. What you're doing right now is true weakness. What you're saying, why you're fighting the way you are, and why you are not thinking, all of these are weaknesses. And you need to remember, I've never once said you were weak, Blue. I've always considered you my equal. In many ways you're far stronger than me. In just as many you're not even close to my level. One of the reasons why you feel like you need to keep your emotions controlled and your anger bottled up is because you're mistaken about how I feel about you." Red clapped his hand on Blue's shoulder, and at this gesture the storm completely stopped, and the sun shined down upon the arena once again. Blue was dumbfounded, as his platform floated gently to the ground. Red closed his eyes, and released enough heat into the sheet of ice that covered the sand to melt and evaporate it completely. The arena was a sandy desert once again. At this, Red turned toward DarkSlaya, and the sun gleamed down on a dyed crop of red hair, which, along with nearly every grain of sand in the area, glimmered in the desert's light. Red: "DarkSlaya, was it? You've been putting up an excellent fight against Blue. I'd like to extend my congratulations to you personally for lasting this long without being reduced to a block of ice. That said, I'm wondering, really, if Blue's still in any condition to fight. He seems so, as well as you, so I am giving you the option of continuing this battle. If not, we will formally retreat from the field. If you wish to continue fighting him, then by all means, say so." Red turned and walked past Blue, nodding to him and springing high into the air, back into the box where he, Janus, Green, and Grey were spectating. When he got back inside, landing neatly on the tiles of the room, Janus looked over to him with an impressed glance. Janus: "You're a good man, Evan." Red: "So's he."
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Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82 Posts: 1721/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour
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Ah ah... he didn't know who he was gonna kill. My guess is he was a surgeon, who had only one of a vital organ that two patients needed due to some kind of disease or accident. He got the court order, decided who got the organ, and had to kill the other person. |
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