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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 21:57:26 GMT -5
OOG: he does, well really he dosen't care as i said he's drunk off his ass and dosen't know where the fuck he is
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 21:58:08 GMT -5
OOG: Remember, you are a good distance from them. If you got there this fast, you might have run into or through some buildings and may be bringing the fuzz with you.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 22:19:20 GMT -5
Oink, through the buildings then, Hack weaves through the area even if some of the areas don't need to be woven through, buildings, he'll just bash through the walls, fuck the fuzz, toss a molotov in thier direction should they follow and miss (he had twelve targets even if there was only one)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 22:25:35 GMT -5
The fuzz here would plasma net and stun phase you and ignore your molotov. Not to mention that, while Rangers have diplomatic immunity, they can be punished internal to the organization.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 22:31:39 GMT -5
true, never mind the molotov, lets go a less destructive way over the buildings, if possible
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 22:50:45 GMT -5
The point is you're really drunk. You may not be in control.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 23:27:05 GMT -5
again Hack don't really care, He just gets there by what ever means his dunk ass can come up with
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 23:32:42 GMT -5
Vincent stumbles around, blind as a bat. Suddenly, in a air car passing above him, moving at speeds Vince can't match, for a brief, brief moment, Vincent sees... someone. Someone whose face makes Vincent nearly punch the dumpster by him. But the exact... well, everything is a bit hazy.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 23:34:45 GMT -5
naw really, okay off to the resivoir
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 15, 2006 23:44:56 GMT -5
No interest in what you just saw? The face is probably a Minuteman.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 15, 2006 23:51:32 GMT -5
uhnn...KILL!!!! DIE MINUTE MAN!!!!, translation: yes he will follow, though Shi won't let him till he sobers up a bit
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 16, 2006 0:23:50 GMT -5
Where is Shi? Dimensional pocket? Anyways, the car got far further than Vincent is able to follow. His reaction time lets him move when the car is maybe ten miles away.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 17, 2006 22:09:38 GMT -5
Dimensional pocket sounds about right, hack has like six in his jacket (1 molotovs. 2 throwin' knives, 3 torture equipment, 4 Ogee's buisness, 5 Shi's place, 6 Arms & equipment storage) well the car will be much further away than that cause shi's gotta sober hack up some
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 17, 2006 22:40:00 GMT -5
Hack has an opportunity to do something, which could be pretty useful considering he wants to track the thing.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 17, 2006 22:41:54 GMT -5
than he tracks it drunkenly as quickly as he can
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 17, 2006 22:57:02 GMT -5
Right, but you're going to completely lose it in a microsecond or abouts.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 17, 2006 23:00:36 GMT -5
well then Hack summons Shi to assist
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Post by draco on Feb 18, 2006 0:53:20 GMT -5
Shae looks at Quion with fake indignance. "Well, I never," she says as she raises her hand to her forehead in Southern cliche fashion. She then curtseys(?) Bombardi for being such a gentleman. "Thank you, kind sir," she says, smiling. And then, she steps inside.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 18, 2006 1:27:36 GMT -5
The time to summon Shi might be insufficient and Shi can't match the speed.
Quion says, "You'd be insulted if we let you through." (Curtsy). Bombardi says, suddenly adopting the outlook of a Southern gentleman, "I would hate to have the manners of a downright Negro."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 18, 2006 21:23:30 GMT -5
fuck this i'm going back to the bar (brawlers)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 19, 2006 0:22:05 GMT -5
Bombardi leaps after Hack for a little, singing "Freshness with a spin, plug it in, plug it in!"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 19, 2006 0:24:12 GMT -5
"what the hell are you talking about caus honestly this tier three pint of vodka aint really helpin m' hearin'"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 19, 2006 0:26:02 GMT -5
He claps and says, "Hard of hearing? Or hardly hearing? Hmm?"
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Post by draco on Feb 20, 2006 2:03:41 GMT -5
Shae is quite shocked by Bombardi's statement, as most Negroes she had met were more than gentlemen. She is even more shocked when he simply vanishes from right before her very eyes. "... maybe I should lay off the sauce," she mutters to herself, looking at her flask. "Then again... noooooooo," as she takes another swig.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 20, 2006 2:49:25 GMT -5
"That's the attitude, Shae! Maybe..... maybe we'll do a striptease at a Motel 6 or something." Quion stumbles in, the alcohol again hitting him, and Bombardi jumps back. The three walk through crowded hallways and finally reach the main reservoir. Bombardi begins shaking the packet of Pop Rocks. The whole area is simply filled with carbonation now.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 20, 2006 16:52:18 GMT -5
" eh....maybe i should drink the annoyance away" pulls out a gallon of tier three vodka and chugs it
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 20, 2006 17:29:51 GMT -5
So, Hack, done with this thread, then?
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 20, 2006 19:55:08 GMT -5
yep
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 20, 2006 20:18:35 GMT -5
So where should we continue you finding the Minuteman, if you actually plan on following this colossally lucky lead?
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Post by draco on Feb 21, 2006 15:22:15 GMT -5
"Hey, you never know, Quion. I might just do it. Anyways, are we done here? I think it's time for me to... run away!!" She throws her arms in the air and starts running back for the door, but trips immediately after she starts moving. "On second thought... maybe I should just walk."
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