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Skydude Armos Knight                     Since: 02-18-06 From: Stanford, CA Last post: 6558 days Last view: 6558 days |
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| Sky: Eavesdropping, Kirb...and sorry about that.
Sky walks over to the table. Sky: So what're you guys playing, anyway? Can I join in? Things got a lot less interesting back over there, really quickly. |
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Trapster King Dedede Since: 11-19-05 From: Sweden Last post: 6393 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| Bel: Pah. I always concentrate my telepathy to one person and one person only. Shouldn´t be possible for others to hear it. | |||
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Skydude Armos Knight Since: 02-18-06 From: Stanford, CA Last post: 6558 days Last view: 6558 days |
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| Bel, and only Bel and those who eavesdrop, hear(s) a voice in his head once more.
"Well, normally...but it's possible for skilled others to 'tap into' it if they suspect it's going on." |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it!  Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6288 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| "If those certian people are psychic, then it's possible to hear another's thoughts or inner-most feelings." A female voice echoed into the minds of Bel and Sky. Sitting at the base of a nearby tree was the female diva of space, Slur.EXE. Her magneta eyes gazed over at the two before she cast her eyes at the bright blue sky.
She's not one to hang out with unknown people, but she needed a change of scenery... With the research I've done over the last week involving Schwa and Forte, I wonder what it is that connects them together. Is it because of the Living Assets, or is it something else... she thought. She's been thinking about that day when she learned of a battle that occured in Black Earth. A match between Schwa the Psi Warrior, and the Black Shadow. Normally, Schwa could of won since Holy has a slight advantage against Darkness, but Forte has got the upper hand and was superior over him, plus with that Get Ability of his, he now has some peoperties of the Living Assets within his programming, and the emulated attack Alpha Psibeam. Slur shook her head to clear those thoughts away, and just continued to stare out towards the blue sky. |
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C`aos Porcupo  Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Ultimanium was still sitting at his table, now tapping a pen against a pad of paper.
Chaos: May I ask? Ultimanium: Thinking of something to post. Chaos: But you've been doing it for the past three days. Ultimanium: I gotta be careful, I have a bad habit of killing threads. Oh, hang on, I think I got something... *scribbles* At precisely that moment a great shadow dwarfs the entire compound as a solar eclipse settles. Ultimanium: Aw f**k. |
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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite.  Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| COMP's calander popped up for Dracoon to see. An important note was on it, but he didn't know where to go to celebrate the date. Maybe someone else would take advantage of it, someone more experienced with such things... | |||
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6288 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| "....." Slur gets up, lashes out a black cable that grabs a bottle of wine from behind the bar, and vanishes through a cosmic warp portal, her destination the water planet Aqualiss of the Kirby universe. | |||
anoobshobby Mini Octorok  Since: 08-23-06 From: Chicago, Illinois Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| In a small corner of the bar where this frackass is taking place, sits Snooby. He gingerly nurses a semi-warm glass of creamed milk in front of him as things wiz by his head and gently moves his hair to the side. He sighs and brings his glass up, not to drink, but to avoid a projectile that landed in the spot where the glass was. After a moment, he takes a sip of his glass and returns the drink to its original spot and avoids yet another item flying across his face (where the glass was again).
"Sure beats being at home with them." Snooby mutters to himself. He leans forward and avoids yet another item that bounces off the wall and ends in a heap by his feet. Leans back and streaches while a cat flys by...centimeters from his chest. "Yup, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better." |
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Sukasa Birdo Not quite as active as before. Xkeeper supporter Xk > ||bass I IP Banned myself! Twice!  Since: 11-17-05 From: Somewhere over there Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Unfortunately Sukasa was not so lucky. Walking into the cafeteria, he was pelted in the face by a cream pie... how Cliché. "What the hell?!" Exclaimed Sukasa. "That was my favorite shirt!" wiping the cream from his eyes, Sukasa Picked up the pie from the floor and threw it back into the room. | |||
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6288 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| And, standing behind Sukasa was a tall man.
He had long spiky blond hair, a single lock of hair getting in the way between his eyes. He wore small round sunglasses with the lens a yellowish light-orange color. He wore long black boots with round plated knee guards protecting his knees, and they reached a fair ways up the legs, the toes plated with a silver steel and a small framework and metal buckles, a leather blackish dark blue pants with a black belt with a silver buckle. He had a gun resting in his right side in a holster carrier, and a black long sleeved shirt tucked in. He also wore a long crimson red long jacket, near his legs they appeared to be ripped and torn with bullet holes. Two red straps seemed to be tied around the waist of the coat, but loose-like, the upper areas buttoned up with silver snaps and the sorts. There we're a few placed straps that tied them in place here and there, and covering up to past his left bicep over the left coat sleeve was a long black leathery glove, with metal plating over the top hand, and smaller peices along the fingers. He wore the same thing on his right arm, but it was covered by the coat's sleeve. Well look who it is.... Vash the Stampede. He looked around the cafeteria, then dove right in and hid under a table.... just as a large group of fangirls ran by the cafeteria.  "Phew..." He stood up and dusted himself off before he shined brightly, and it turns out it was just ForteZero using one of his Anime disguises to avoid his relentless sufficating fangirls again. |
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Trapster King Dedede Since: 11-19-05 From: Sweden Last post: 6393 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| Bel shrugged and got up from his little seat on the lawn in the garden. He dusted off his black robe (which was the most you could see of him as his face wasn�t visible) and talked some with himself.
Bel: Hm, this place has been awfully boring lately. I wanna do something. He snapped with his fingers and two small creatures that looked like goblins appeared in front of him. Bel: I have a little request. Go get some bourbon for me in the cafeteria, will ya? I�ll send you some gold coins. Don�t even think of running off with those. I know how to find you. Goblin 1: Yes, master! Goblin 2: Yes, master! Bel: Away with you now. Don�t forget to pay for it! And I don�t want people to panic too much. Ya hear me!? And be polite. The two goblins took of towards the cafeteria and entered it calmly. Bel thought: Heh, this will get a few funny faces. Bel with telepathy to both goblins: Oh, did I said that you´re toasted if you fail even once? (edited by Fire Trapster on 09-28-06 12:17 PM) |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6288 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| ForteZero blinked, seing the ghosts float right in. Sipping on his lowfat vanilla latte with extra whipped cream, he wondered what could happen now. Then, chaos broke loose.
"There he is!" ForteZero sweatdropped, as a shrill cry of fangirls ran in. "Shit! Back up!" The InuYasha voiced Navi drew his sabers and swung them to get them to back up, then he crashed through the roof, landed mere inches next to Bel, and flew off, the raging fangirls following after. Other than property damage and insane fangirls, it could be considered normal for the Navi, but to the others...  |
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C`aos Porcupo Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Troy drummed his fingers against the table, staring at a tall glass of faint yellow liquid. He slowly took the slice of lemon off of it, and squirted some juice out of it. He lifted up the lemonade to prepare to drink it, and as soon as everyone around him was convinced he was up to nothing, he slammed it back down again, and dumped the contents of a silver flask into it.
"Whoa whoa whoa, you don't use that much." Troy fumbled with the metal container, nearly dropping it. He quickly screwed the lid back on and hung it from his belt. "You're not supposed to even exist anymore." "Well technically you're not supposed to be spiking your drinks either," Ultimanium folded his arms, looking away. "What does your bio tell me now? You're 16?" "Bio? What bio?" "You know? In that thread? Where all the other ones were? Oh, right, that poofed into thin air. But still." "Must be easy being you," Troy lifted the glass up, staring at a blurred Ultimanium through it. "Having your 'bio' as a 500,000+ word fanfiction that's epic in length if not content. I can't even get mine beyond 50,000." "But no one reads them to start with." Ultimanium said flatly. "Touche." Troy put the glass back down. "But when I start summoning a different sidekick for every thread, and start making vague references to other people every other thread, I feel that I need some explanation of why I'm here." "So do it." "Last three threads about it flopped, can't find motive to do more," Troy quickly blurted. "That's all there is to it. Well, guess I could write up some new, huge bio but I'd like to get some dramatic effect out of it too, that and it would take me all night to write in a summarized form." "And getting smashed will solve that?" "Oh you know what happens when you're smashed. You say all sorts of things about yourself that you regret later." Troy took a long swig from his extra-potent lemonade. "That's the best way to reveal yourself to the world. No hesitation involved. I'm just going to finish this up and try that. Maybe get some shots of tequila if that doesn't do it. You just sit tight and make sure I don't go streaking in human form, 'ight? Can I trust you to do that?" "What if you go streaking in this form?" "Well I guess you could stop me then too. Now you go and do what you do when you're not in a thread, I'll talk to you later." Ultimanium blinked as he turned away. "...whatever then." he strode away, pushing back through the patio doors into the cafeteria. Moments later Troy fell in an unconscious heap across the table, giggling like a schoolgirl. |
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