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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain                     Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Grey: "Objection!!!"
In perfect rhythm with his cry, Grey's foot stomped on the ground by Kirby, and he stated his claim. He was just waiting for the right moment to say that... "You've got me. Sig managed to call Barry to deliver Bandy Andy to the hospital so I could fight alongside you guys. Good to have connections, isn't it?" Sig stepped out from behind Grey, having been almost obscured by the much taller man's stature. Sig: "Ya don' need ta worry 'bout Andy... Barry's on 'is way ta da hospital now, an' 'e should be arrivin' any time wit' Andy in tow. Lucky Barry was wearin' dat gold shell fer so long, 'e can carry 'most anythin' as far as 'e needs. Not yer average mailman, ya know what I'm sayin'?" Grey grinned down at him, and then drew his bat out of nothingness, ready to rumble. Grey: "Anyway, we're here now, and that's what matters. I don't know if Sig can legally fight in the Glitz Pit with us since he's registered as an independent, but at least I'm here. Consider yourself supported. I may not be as strong as you guys are, but I'm ready and waiting to go kick some ass! Now let's do this!" (edited by Grey on 09-27-06 10:15 AM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Hum... Lessee.
Green Hill Zone, Castle Corridor from Aria of Sorrow, the FF4 battle and boss music, Still More Fighting from FFVII, Cornered from Phoenix Wright, Star Battle Theme from SMRPG, the Bus theme from Earthbound, the Runaway Five theme from Earthbound, Alkaiser's theme from Saga Frontier, No Mercy, Writhe in Pain, Holy Orders, and Blue Water Blue Sky (all from Guilty Gear XX), half of the soundtrack to Guardian Heroes, the Bonne Family theme from Megaman Legends... And the list will go on. There's no point in identifying a single one. Plus, I mean, I play DDR. Why are you asking me to choose one? |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Yeah, seriously. G/S/C was totally the best Pokemon Game. I had Silver, of course... Lugia kicks the crap out of any other legendary, and having the opportunity to grab it in Silver was what made me get the game. Heck, I totally had no idea I was even able to go back to Kanto, so it was a big surprise to me back then when I found out that I was. Long live GSC and single battles! | |||
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| It's a beautiful, beautiful thing when you can geo chain an entire map into submission without losing a single ally and getting full bonus for the level.
Not all pirates are terribly powerful, but the ones that show up more often than others are definitely up there in levels. Some of them, however, are nice enough to bring along new specialists! |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Go go Neo SF, eh? | |||
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Yes! We totally need a gang sign. All... er, two... three... and a half...ish? Of us?
Man, I miss Jarukoth. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Grey: "No time, Kirb!"
He grabbed Kirby and dragged him through the passageway into the Arena, but not before wrenching his arms away from the stunned security guard. Grey turned back, waved a hand, and the group of guards blinked a few times before scratching their heads and going about their business. "Come on, we've got a match to fight!" He waved another finger behind him without looking back, and a tiny clump of paper that looked suspiciously like a folded-up poster shot forward and slipped precariously into his back pocket. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| There are moments when I'm playing games that require a large amount of moving and dodging, like Devil May Cry or the latter-day Ratchet games, where I'll suddenly enter this zone of concentration that somehow makes me completely impossible to hit. It happens more or less in any game where there is an actual dodge maneuver that the user can invoke and manipulate at will. I love dodge moves, and I love being able to move around and run circles around foes in games, it's exhilirating and requires a lot of skill and control, and is somehow more elegant than just bulking up and taking hits when you need to. | |||
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Garro: "Hardly, though I appreciate the idea. Grey, if you will?"
Grey nodded and placed his hands together, opening up a portal through space. It stretched to about forty miles outside of the city, where a ravaged wasteland of suburban ruins showed the skeletons of tanks and men alike, bleached white in the dry climes. Garro stepped through, and was soon followed by Grey and the rest of the group. He surveyed the area and immediately saw precisely what he was looking for. Garro pulled out his single pistol and grimaced, picking a rusted sidearm off of the body of a dead militant. He brushed at it with his gloves, and checked it to see if time was its only damage. So far, so good. He continued sifting through the wreckage of the battle, stopping here and there to root around inside of the disintegrated remains of tanks, hummers, and the occasional crashed fighter jet. Soon, he had amassed a strage cacaphony of equipment; A long barrel, ripped from the front of an antitank rifle. He had grabbed several hand grenades, an old machete, the firing mechanism from a SAM set, and various repair and maintenance tools from across the field. None of them seemed in any way related to each other... Grey raised an eyebrow. Grey: "Garro, if you're not here to invoke the god of war, precisely what are you searching for?" Garro smiles and showed off his lone pistol, the other having been taken by Kalar. Without it, he'd be unable to draw anything more than a single-hand sigil in the air, making his already limited ability to invoke holy power even further reduced. The look on his face did more than imply that it wouldn't be enough. Garro: "Upgrades." (edited by Prinny God of Nature on 09-28-06 09:42 AM) (edited by Prinny God of Nature on 09-28-06 09:42 AM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Axel wasn't there to even be hit by the overlapping buster shots...
During Forte's long textual tirade, Axel had managed to read between the lines of it, and realize precisely what was coming at him. While small talk did aid in charging attacks, a huge bulge of energy coming from not one but two busters was enough to trigger a reactionary memory in Axel's head from his former life. Something about raccoons and dragons and supremity. Doubting it'd be entirely necessary for him to remember every little detail, he ran as fast as his little peg legs could carry him, away from the shot and into cover as the gigantic wave of blasts careened vertically past him, hitting the ground and the terrain around him. Axel stayed hidden behind a piece of rubble, the end result of David's initial strike against him. He watched, and waited. It looked like Zekt was providing an excellent distraction. A small device inside his stomach pouch beeped, and he pulled it out. His canon detector was flashing its "overload" signal, implying that it was time for him to pop out and shake things up a bit. Sure enough, there was David, clearly mutated into some kind of secondary personality. Axel had plenty of time. He pegged and clomped over to David, occasionally breaking into a little prinny dance along the way. Approaching the humanoid from behind, Axel tapped him on the back with one of his knives. Axel: "S'cuse me... A moment? That was some pretty powerful stuff, I wanted to commend you." |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| It's okay, Kyouji... There's always Pokemon Ununbium. It'll be just like Phoenix Wright: Available in stores for about as long as it exists in a verifiable state of matter after being synthesized in an ion accelerator. | |||
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Axel: "......"
Axel was somewhat glad that the attention had finally been turned onto him, and that he was at least getting a response for his questioning. He had been listening to iX's blatant monologuing for quite some time now, and stood unimpressed with his foe. Instead, he opened his pouch, drew out a small orb, and tossed it into the air above the possessed. Then this happened. "Pringer Beam!!!" (edited by Prinny God of Nature on 09-28-06 08:01 PM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Fourteen thousand years? Some things had changed...
A mountain lay out in the mists of the far east, where our story takes place. There were but two shacks adorning it. One at the bottom, one at the top. Winds and blizzards raged around it, and a single man stalked heavily to the foot of the cliffs. His brown cloak was getting soaked in snow and haze, agents that served to make the wind sting all that much more. The shack that lay at the bottom of the hill was a small wooden hovel, as cold and uninviting as both the storms outside and the man who resided within. Upon knocking the door, the traveler instantly regretted his choice; enlightenment had a high price. The storm redoubled its efforts to push him back, and yet still he persisted, knocking more and more upon the oaken portal. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened to reveal a single gentleman, his eyes a steel blue with a gaze even harder. He wore a brimless hat, and a long brown coat lined with the furs of many an animal. His hair grew in long, straight locks that drifted behind him. In spite of his obvious hermitage, it seemed as though he kept his hair and other parts of his appearance immaculate. Living in the mountains gave a man a lot of free time, the traveler guessed. Traveler: "Good... Good evening..." The man grimaced and dragged the traveler into his cabin. It was warm inside, as though the entire shack was immune to the effects of the weather outside. No matter how frightful, anything else was far more inviting. He gestured to the traveler to sit in a chair by what was revealed to be a roaring fireplace. The colder of the two men sat. The traveler sat, as well. ???: "Yes, yes, I suppose you are here to see The Enlightened One?" Traveler: "Indeed I am, I've spent years of mental preparation and ---" ???: "Right, right, that is all well and good, but you will not gain anything from going up there. I can tell you that right as I stare you in the face. You are not that man." The traveler was aghast: How could this person guess his motives so easily and quickly? Perhaps the rumors were true: Perhaps he was not the first to fail. He was discouraged... Had he traveled so far for nothing? Traveler: "But then, if The Enlightened One is atop this mountain, that would make you..." ???: "Yes, I am Johnathan, his confidante. And you are not the man who will make it to him today. I can tell you that, and I will make sure of the truth of such a statement personally. One does not simply climb a mountain and instantly expect to see Master Grey. That is the problem with you would-be psychics nowadays, you have no understanding of the true difficulty associated with your art. It is a science that even I have been unable to understand fully. You are hardly a man of capability." The traveler was getting quite angry at Johnathan for his statements. Was not a lifetime of devotion enough to warrant even the sight of the Enlightened One? The legend had only existed for a short time in comparison to others, but even now the traveler felt his presence cascading off the snowy cliffs. Every bluff, every canyon sounded another measure of the symphony of his wisdom, and yet there would be those who were unable to sample its heavenly harmony? Traveler: "Now, you listen here--" Johnathan: "No, you listen, boy! You may try as you wish to climb this cliff, but no amount of kinesis or mental control will allow you to brave the storm as he did and make residence atop this natural fortress of solitude! The man wishes only to devote his time to thought and discipline, and you would seek to destroy that with your presence? You would seek to disturb him?" The traveler balked at this question. Would he? He had never thought of it that way before... If infinite wisdom was the reward for a lifetime of undisturbed contemplation, then perhaps it was best for him to leave well enough alone... Traveler: "I..." Johnathan: "Your hesitation says it all. You are but a weakling in his eye. Leave this place." Traveler: "I..." Johnathan: "Go! And may the winds carry you all the faster!" Not seconds later did the cloudy skies see the traveler stumble out of Johnathan's shack, astounded by his ineptitude as a monk and savant. Johnathan himself turned his back to the storm, and reached into his coat pocket. He fingered a small, pyramidial object, and the storm outside began slowly to subside. Not too quickly, he thought. It must give the impression of hardship. He shivered. It had been a long time since Grey last came down... |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Johnathan: "He must have returned... Maybe."
Johnathan stalked over to the door, and opened it to face the blizzard outside. Just as he was about to berate the traveler a second time, he noticed that the man standing in front of him was in no way similar to his previous charge. It figured... Time to read the riot act again. Twice in one day was quite enough. "You are here to see the Enlightened one, are you not?" The man in black's exp ???: "You could say that. I'm Dr. Spork, United Expedition Department, Division Six. I'm here to talk to the man on top of this mountain and to convene with him under the possibility of my organization conducting some exploratory research that involves coming to the top of this mountain. However, as this "enlightened one" seems to be a resident of the mountain, making him its legal owner after the recorded...." Johnathan: "Ten years." Spork: "Ten years of living here, thank you, which requires we make a formal request. He is to come with me immediately to our latest rendezvous point in America." Johnathan sat in his chair by the fire and beckoned for Spork to join him. Spork stayed standing. Again, his exp Johnathan: "America is quite a ways away. You would interrupt his meditation for the sake of your "research"?" Spork: "What we have here is a matter of importance; this mountain region represents one of the least-visited areas on the planet, and as such needs a measurement of geographic accuracy." Johnathan: "Sir I do not---" Even behind the glasses, Spork's gaze was equal in piercing strength to Johnathan's, and showed its prowess at that moment. The icy glares between the two were enough to form glaciers in the very air itself. Spork: "Don't "sir" me, you have no idea who you're dealing with." Johnathan fell silent, his resentment clear. This man was obviously not the average wannabe, and perhaps an audience with Grey would be necessary. After several moments of consideration, Johnathan pulled out a small cellular phone from his pocket, and dialed a short sequence of numbers. Johnathan: "Fine, I will call him now. Consider yourself lucky." Spork: "Service? In this climate?" Johnathan: "I would say it is safe to assume that you have no idea who you are dealing with as well, Mr. Spork. Wait and listen." The call rang through several seconds later, and the voice of a young man picked up. Grey (over the phone): "Johnathan, what's up? Been a while." Johnathan: "Master Grey, we have... A visitor, I suppose. He seems quite intent on having an audience with you." Grey: "I see. Physical description?" Johnathan: "He is clad in black." Grey: "A fedora too, right? Let him up. I've been expecting him for a while now." Johnathan: "Hum?" Grey: "I've been having some visions. I'd actually go so far as to say he's late... But that'd be arrogant of me." Johnathan: "I do not approve of his brood, but if you wish..." Grey: "Relax, nevermind. I'm on my---" A flash of light later, Grey appeared in Johnathan's living room before the two men, dressed in a white tailored suit and tie. Quite the unusual garb for such a raging hellstorm outside. "--way." Spork raised an eyebrow. He had seen fancier. Grey whirled to face him and grinned. Now would be the beginning of many interesting events. "So, you want me to come with you, do you? Leave Johnathan; I assure you none of this concerns him." Spork nodded and said nothing. He simply beckoned for Grey to follow him, and the door to Johnathan's cabin opened to face the storm outside. Johnathan reached inside his coat and touched the Pyramid again, and the storm subsided. The two besuited men then proceeded... |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Rawk Hawk was launched upward, true to Kirby's actions, and continued to sail as he attempted to regain his bearings.
However, just as he was about to recoil and try to counter Kirby, there was a blur of upward motion, and Grey appeared above Hawk, bat in hand and eyes aflame! Grey: "Get ready..." He swung the bat down at Rawk Hawk, and connected directly with Hawk's midsection! It bounced harmlessly off Hawk's well-sculpted abs, and both fighters fell to the ground in a heap, ending the combo on a fairly unimpressive note. Grey staggered to his feet, and prepared to endure a round of taunting from the champ. Hawk: "YEEEEEAH! Y'all can't RAAAAAAAAAAWK this!" He pointed to his abs, and flexed his muscles without shame. Grey grimaced and shook his head while staring slightly downward, taking a classic "no" position as he placed a hand to his forehead. He then held his palm out at Hawk to lift him up via telekinesis, his eyes and palm glowing their signature dull green. Hawk began to flail wildly, astonished that something was buff enough to lift him without even touching him, the two brain cells in his head rubbing together enough to see that he was in clear and present danger. Grey lifted Hawk higher and higher, and waved his hand ever so slightly in an attempt to control where Hawk was about to go. He paused, considered, and lowered Hawk to the ground... ...and just outside of the ring. A grin later, Grey sheathed his bat, which disappeared into nothing. Suddenly, Grey realized he had forgotten something. He snapped his fingers, and the final chicken man found himself being kentucky fried by a jet of flames that burst from Grey's now-outstretched hand. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Grey: "A Challenger Appears!"
There was a wailing rush of engine noise, like the firing of a set of retro rockets, as a giant golden lobster descended from the skies and crashed heavily into the pavement of the quickly-approaching-devastation megalopolis. Its claws shone in the sunlight as it swung its mighty limbs forward, opening the pincers with a grinding 'shink' noise. "Let's see if I can remember.... Stubborn Mode: Lock!!!" The claws opened a few feet wider, and a myriad of panels slid and split across the cobalt crustacean's plated armor. The heads of various rocket-propelled projectiles poked slightly outward as a quick cockpit shot showed Grey furiously pulling levers and flipping numerous switches along an extensive panel of controls. "Heavy Lobster Mark III, Stubborn Missile Projectile Interception System Armed And Ready To..." The lobster mech that the dubious wannabe was clearly piloting took a few steps back, and arced its back in preparation for the incoming command. From the cockpit, a net of targeting reticules appeared in front of Grey's face in a massive viewscreen, the targets of which were quickly divided amongst the six pursuing rockets, now quickly closing in on the ZIG-class fighter that flashed across the skies. Grey narrowed his eyes, and slammed his fist down on an obviously important button... "FIRE!!!" There was an explosion of smoke from each of the panels and the claws of the giant enemy crab, as a salvo of missiles quickly stretched across the skies, each one zipping through the air at one of the Get Machines' fast, but not quite fast enough missiles. No less than twenty projectiles sailed through the skies, some colliding with each other in a frenzied attempt to destroy their targets. A spreadfire of explosions covered the skies in smoke and dust, and soon everything in a five mile radius was covered in smoke from a hundred feet upward. Out of the cloud raced an unharmed ZIG fighter, and as the smoke cleared, so too was the wild blue. Heavy Lobster sank back into a fighting stance, and Grey turned on his intercom, patching into the other mech's transmissions. "Okay, Kirb... That's about all I can find in the archives. You damn well better teach me how to use this thing!" The lobster-bot pointed at Kirby Robo as he said this, and then spread its arms outward, swiveling its claws back into position as the panels closed and the mech prepared to fight. "You see? This is what happens when you don't pay attention to what's going on on the Internet!" |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Grey: "Hum. I wouldn't worry about it, man. Detective Grey's on the case!"
Grey clapped Kirby a good one on the back, and promptly disappeared. He strode slowly out the door underneath another cover of psychic static, this time focusing on the perception of passerby and attempting more actively to avoid the now-obvious threat of security cameras. He would find Jolene, and find out what she was up to this time. He already had a lead: That woman at the Juice Bar... All he needed now was proof of a link, and he'd be one step closer to putting that no good excuse for a program director in her place. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Grey: "Second Sight."
He spoke softly; in spite of his visual cloaking, Grey would still have to worry about being heard. His eyes closed and reopened, this time engulfed in the familiar green aura, their pupils pitch-black and focused. He blinked, each time snapping a shot of the spiritual energies given off by the life around him. A few ants here and there, and some nastier bugs within the walls... Some tech crew members enjoying the intimate lack of space in one of the janitor's closets... A meeting being dealt under shady terms and even shadier lighting... But no Jolene. Where? Where she could possibly be was Grey's only thought as his journey began. The world around him was a slideshow of inverted colors and see-through walls, but still it would all have to be pieced together. He walked. |
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