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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 23:16:45 GMT -5
"Of course you're concerned about people being good or evil. You may not care about it in the abstract, but in the concrete instance you damn well do care. It's the difference between someone victimizing you and someone respecting you or helping you. And the fact that you question yourself means that you have a conscience. As long as you have that, you can't go too wrong. NERV, and, well, a lot of bastard organizations, has a nasty habit of forgetting that, as well as a nasty habit of forgetting that the people they're working with aren't machines. Then again, neither are the things they're piloting, exactly." Badcat begins to walk down. "Gee-gaw at the trees for however long you want, but try to keep it short, this interrogation may concern you."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 23:27:47 GMT -5
"Right." After a moment of listening to Badcat's feet, she looked up at the trees again before following him. Her interest in the flora and fauna now lost for now, she half-reflects on Badcat's words before shivering a bit, holding her hands in fists for a moment when her fingers twitched at the subject. She'd think about it later.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 23:41:31 GMT -5
The quiet continues for a little bit, but soon Xexilia hears incoherent screaming and wailing.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 24, 2006 23:47:45 GMT -5
Xexilia raises her head quickly, moving a little faster out of odd curiosity. She didn't enjoy the screaming, but knew who it was probably coming from. Her stomach flipped once or twice in dread at what could possibly be happening, but she shook her head lightly in doubt of there being too much...gore.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 24, 2006 23:59:51 GMT -5
Spira will be crawling all over the walls of the place staring wide eyed, but afraid to get involved due to severe inebriation.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 25, 2006 0:35:12 GMT -5
Xexilia "sees" a great purple and red rocket jet in the air, propelling something at faster than light speeds. Her senses become keeneer to focus in on the disruption. A strange red robot, quite spartan in design, is the source of the jet, projected from a powerful propellant on his back. A scythe is tied over his shoulder. It rushes into a room, and through the walls, she 'feels' it running around over the walls. She can detect something in its blood, a powerful hallucinogen.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 25, 2006 0:44:28 GMT -5
The hallucinogen within its blood intrigues her, but she simply stares up, watching, feeling and sensing it. "What in NERV is that?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 25, 2006 1:01:16 GMT -5
From the dossier she was given when joining Crashing Heavens, Xexilia recognizes this thing as Spira Veri (Latin for "true courage"), the son of Deus Ex Inferis and Molly the Street Samurai, a being of pure elemental power occupying the robot Redline.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 25, 2006 1:11:28 GMT -5
Watching Spira now with not curiosity, but recognition, her "sight" lingers a bit longer before glancing around again, scratching the stitch on the left side of her face. Every so often she would look back over at Spira.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 25, 2006 1:17:21 GMT -5
Spira will crawl up behind Xexellia and place a small bag of mushrooms on her shoulder, whispering "Sight beyond sight, dreams beyond dreams, what is will never be." Then he will scamper off to a corner to resume watching the show.
Naga will walk slowly around the building, relishing in the sounds of anguish.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 25, 2006 1:37:20 GMT -5
Xexilia lifts her hand and grabs the bag from her shoulder, able to smell the fungus inside of it. She seems confused by his whisper, and looks down at the bag. "...Uh...Thank you?" She turns to Spira as if to question why he gave it to her, but only opens her mouth, just to close it again.
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Post by poisonuskeifer on Jan 25, 2006 3:16:47 GMT -5
Driving at terrifying speeds, Mauler races around town in his horrifically suped-up Alter car, its utterly smooth black chassis and red racing stripes are the only colors on it besides the huge gray skull with flaming eyes on the grill. The whole thing is about the size of a stretch limo, shaped like a classic mustang, with most of the space being taken up by the huge motor.
"PUT BOTH HANDS ON THE GODAMN WHEEL!!" Mica screams from the backseat. "And for fuck sake! Get your head back inside the car Fracas!"
Fracas pulls his head back in, his face plastered with small chucks of metal and paint from clipping other cars and such. "What? Its not like we are going fast or anything."
"Yeah," Mauler replies, taking his hands off the wheel again and driving with his knee, "We're almost there anyways, so quite your bitching Micka."
"Mica...."
"Right, thats what I said.... Just a few more stops and we're there."
Suddenly Mauler jerks the wheel to the left and cuts across traffic, jumps the center divider, and flies off the highway into a residential area, where he stops in front of a bench.
Opening up the back door, Mica looks out at the people waiting there. "Come on you guys, get in."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 25, 2006 3:24:28 GMT -5
Kumo smiles. "Let a man drive at the speed he can drive!", he calls out, chewing on his cigar. "Move faster than life so you can always have more time to do each valuable thing, right?" Kumo steps into the back seat not currently occupied by Fracas, says, "Do you have an ash tray?" and buckles up..
In the distance, loud cavorting can be heard. Quion says, "Now, listen, my... good man, to charge us 50 GP for... this swill... is righway hobbery!"
OOG: Any new posts should be continued in the various sections I am creating. Though one may end up posting in many threads, they should only be posting in one thread at any one time. Everyone in general knows where they are, though if someone goes off the radar it may not be suspicious: privacy is permitted. Everyone can also in general communicate and can use any number of means (teleportation, public transportation, the shuttles created by the Tech Teams) to join each other.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Jan 26, 2006 1:18:47 GMT -5
Wyatt smiles, "4th tier sounds great, to me, Evan?" Evan smiles weakly "Sure...Im having trouble concentrating. Finding Jess is going to be alot harder then I thought. I hope shes ok." "Some more challenge will do you good. Come on." Evan will follow Wyatt.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 2:18:38 GMT -5
Post in Swimming, Surfing and Deep-Diving.
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Post by draco on Jan 27, 2006 15:30:09 GMT -5
OOC: So, since I have really no idea what the hell is going on right now, I'd like to just say that I want Shae to get in on some of that stealing action. Possibly even some drinking. I mean, hell, she IS kinda French.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 15:33:05 GMT -5
OOG: Well, that'd mean hanging out with Korg Lobster. Who is insane. (Possibly Hobol Sackwhite: before he became an anti-armor specialist, he was a gentleman thief.) The drinking crew is a very large crew, as you can see.
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Post by draco on Jan 27, 2006 15:35:46 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah... that's not too bad, I suppose. Now, I kinda wanna get prankster training, maybe hang around with Bombardi and pick some of his... craziness. And hanging around with Korg could probably help, too. OH!! How about I have her go get drunk, and THEN start stealing?!
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 15:41:02 GMT -5
OOC: Sure. So post with the drunken folks then go stealing and pranking. Quion and Bombardi will join you, undoubtedly.
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Post by Black Fox on Jan 19, 2007 19:23:55 GMT -5
Sam is being forced on vacation by Derrick he brought John of Alarkand with him(i think thats his last name)
Sam sticks out terribly he is in a hawain shirt, and khaki shorts but there is an air around him that gives of the tough guy persona.
Out of work Sam doesn't deal with people and is suprisingly quite shy and timid. He has a camera slung around his neck, and his snub nosed pistol on his person. He wanders around for a while with John seeing the sights.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 20, 2007 0:44:02 GMT -5
OOG: Derrick can and in fact should participate in this personally.
It's quite amazing, given increased security, that Sam got the pistol past customs. Beautiful, tanned woman of all races and ethnicities pass by Sam's perception. Godlike voyeurism has many benefits...
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Post by Black Fox on Jan 22, 2007 1:42:32 GMT -5
OOG: Derrick will join them.
Sam and John will hit up a hotel and get a room for Derrick and themselves
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 1, 2007 19:33:48 GMT -5
OOG: The team has rented a large resort-like hotel in the mountains near the best hot springs. Still get your own hotel?
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Post by Black Fox on Feb 1, 2007 23:38:03 GMT -5
Yes, im just gonna get a hotel
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 2, 2007 22:37:41 GMT -5
"give me liberty or gie me beer"T "i got five bucks saying you can't out drink me"K "your on"T
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 4, 2007 2:25:04 GMT -5
Where? (I mean like, seedy hotel, casino hotel, awesome Waldorf Astoria hotel...)
...Aren't y'all heavily involved elsewhere? However, you should get all your new people in on various things.
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Post by Black Fox on Feb 5, 2007 1:01:16 GMT -5
Casino hotel
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 12, 2007 23:45:55 GMT -5
Small, medium or exquisite?
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Post by Black Fox on Feb 13, 2007 13:42:08 GMT -5
medium.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 20, 2007 13:45:39 GMT -5
i suppose, i could have victoria and zelen accomplish something, they are my smartest characters after all
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