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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 13, 2006 22:56:21 GMT -5
*Grins*
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 0:51:48 GMT -5
OOG: Yes, it would, Mike. Thank you.
So Hack will not join any of his fellow CH members?
Quion says, "Nice. That may be a little excessive, though, much as I wouldn't mind taping that and making a pretty penny. Ooh! We could pretend to be the ghost of their long-lost grandmother or something."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 20:14:43 GMT -5
ahh if they feel like joining me, but right now he really wants to use Shi to blast bombardi into Tiny Tiny Bits, buthe'll settle for drinking twice his weight in vodka
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 20:17:17 GMT -5
If he wants to try to blow up Bombardi, he may find that he's stepping into the wrong battle. Bombardi is a clone of an Old Guard member, Antonio Bombardi, one of the Cryos, the greatest supersoldier program of the old US.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 20:20:04 GMT -5
never mind, Vodka it is, if any CH members wish to join me they may do so until then where's my vodka
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 20:24:27 GMT -5
The Skairbcee (lycanthropic black-exoskeletoned beetle-humanoid, in Chael's case with lightning markings and a quite streamlined exoskeleton), Chael Kahal says, "Vodka?! Come on, that's flavorless swill! I'll have Rotbuster followed by a Neo-Metropolitan."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 20:34:38 GMT -5
"hmmmm......that sounds fun, one of them too"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 20:43:49 GMT -5
The bartender, an aging man in a white vest suit, says, "All three, sah?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 20:45:13 GMT -5
"yeah bout right"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 20:46:35 GMT -5
"And the power of the vodka, sah?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 20:48:14 GMT -5
"hardest you got"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 20:49:21 GMT -5
"Sah, the hardest I have would kill you. And yes, sah, I know who you are." Chael nods. "Tier 6 shit... Even Tier 5 shit... Horrifiyin.'"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 20:56:42 GMT -5
"hmmm.... lets try a tier 3 then shall we"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 21:12:01 GMT -5
"Warming into it, could work." The drinks slid down to the two colossal folks, pushing other people away from them with their aura of intimidation (quite a wide berth indeed), are a horrible combination. There is a clear liquid, then a pinkish one that is actively swirling, then a black and green almost bile-looking alcohol that is actively bubbling. "Know what's next? Ralph's Phone. It's a white and green drink that's used as nitrous for spaceships."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 21:17:15 GMT -5
alright I down my drink(s), then not feeling drunk enough, accept the offer of Ralph's phone
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 21:23:39 GMT -5
While Vincent says he isn't that drunk and orders the next drink, he suddenly feels a great shock to his stomach. His head becomes quite warm and dizzy and he feels like he is sinking. Chael says, "Good man! Haven't felt this in awhile, have you! Now, I think you need something to keep you going. Want me to get Denios here for some food, it'll be better than the crap at this bar." The bartender says, "Excuse me, sa..." "Shut up, keepass, or I'll make you eat the counter. More flavor than your wings."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 21:26:54 GMT -5
"he he he, mmm food"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 21:30:39 GMT -5
A crackling bolt of lightning fills the air for a moment, then the yellow/white lightning demon that Hack had yet to meet shows. "Denios Arisada. Great honor to meet ya, Vince, heard you're almost a real demon in brawlin.' I'll want to check that later. Anyways: Ya need some food?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 21:39:33 GMT -5
"yeah, shit always hits harder on an empty stomach"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 21:42:44 GMT -5
"Whatcha thinking? Chicken wings? Pasta? Calzone? Meatball sub? Or some of my... demonic specialties?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 21:45:37 GMT -5
"Demon food? sounds good"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 22:14:55 GMT -5
"Yeah... You may be surprised. But you may not." Suddenly, he holds a wok, and underneath it a lightning-lit flame burns blue and white in mid-air. The whole bar "Oohs" and "Ahhs" as he takes out mutton, scallions, onions, garlic, twenty spices including cayenne (a cup's worth), and rice, then pours an oil-liquor over it. Flame fires just under the ceiling. While that goes on, he skewers a giant amalgamation of... Hack doesn't want to know, hangs it over the wok, and finally puts it on a bread plate.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 22:15:50 GMT -5
"mmm....yummy"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 22:44:20 GMT -5
"Dig in. And hope you don't die." The bar cracks up.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 14, 2006 23:02:15 GMT -5
"you clearly don't know of my status with the reaper" Hack digs in
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Post by draco on Feb 14, 2006 23:43:55 GMT -5
"Well... how do YOU propose we get in, guys? I haven't heard any of your bright ideas yet." Shae smirks as she speaks, feeling a rush of feminine superiority.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 0:45:59 GMT -5
Quion smiles. "Just wanted to see you flail for air. I think it's time for a little bit of shamanicry." Quion calls out, "Oh, Cockroach, send us your servant spirit, Gremlin..." The keypad says "FUCK OFF BITCHES" and the door opens.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 0:51:42 GMT -5
(I wonder if hack could stumble in Drunk off his ass here)
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Post by draco on Feb 15, 2006 0:56:39 GMT -5
"Well, that was kind of... anti-climactic..." She frowns and makes a puty face as she takes a step torwards the door. "Ladies first, I presume?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 3:09:37 GMT -5
"Milady!", Bombardi says, then spitting alcohol.
"Hell no. I want in." Quion begins running in.
OOG: If he wishes.
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