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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 20, 2008 1:02:31 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
The True addressed nodded and vanished before reappearing, seconds after the shockwave.
"Normally," she commented, "I would have tumbled head over heels and slammed three hundred and sixty pounds of alien robot into the controls, for comic relief. Just so we're clear on that. What was that base? Anything actually special?"
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 20, 2008 1:08:35 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"A bioweapons research facility," Nayra answered. "They were finalizing research on an airborne virulent programmed specifically to terminate Homo sapiens."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 20, 2008 1:18:56 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Homosexuals, huh? You kids think of the craziest stuff. Well, good thing you blew it up, then. I can't imagine what life would be like without gay waiters."
She did, at least, know what homo sapiens were, but she didn't actually care enough to divulge that fact. "Where we headed now, Baloo?"
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 20, 2008 1:25:09 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Assuming reality remains intact," the Talihin answered, "our detination is the abandoned OPAC military base. We should be arriving in approximately fifteen minutes."
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 20, 2008 12:53:40 GMT -5
Aden scrambled to his feet, and nearly passed out at all the blood suddenly rushing from his head.
"What the hell?" Aden took off, his entire body trembling now from exhaustion and adrenaline as he ran. And he was scared shitless.
Seriously what the hell? He didn't see any ties from her, and apparently she had terrible aim. Was she even there? And where was he going? Aden found himself in the middle of a street with no cars when he stopped to check behind him.
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Post by zandyne on Jul 21, 2008 1:08:03 GMT -5
The Skull King's expression fell into a scowl of utter disappointment and offense. 'A lowly and ugly peon threatening me?' Despite how the Skull King would have liked to think, whenever someone complimented, but more than likely insulted the boy, he abstracted it so that it was directed at him. He instantly retreated back to where Jack so he could help find the blasted bottle faster. Killing it seemed like only option for dealing with it.
Jack's fingers had wrapped around the smooth container, and they tightened, as he'd taken the toy's words to heart, "We'll see about that, lizard-thing of my laundry basket!" And immediately chucked the glass bottle of holy water at the basket as hard as he could like it was a grenade.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 1:13:34 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"I wouldn't worry too much about reality." The girl chuckled darkly, and that was something she didn't usually pull off quite so forebodingly, but then her voice took a dive for tenor. "Everything's completely under control."
But if Nayra looked over, she would see only the True she'd blasted through the head, sitting up, unbuckled from safety restraints, hands behind her head and staring out of the plane boredly. "Do you do this kind of stuff all the time?"
*Jack Graves' laundry room*
The glass grenade struck the T-rex rather right on target, but just sort of bounced off and into the sheets. The prehistoric plaything eyed the exorcist with badly painted pupils, and looked seriously offended.
After a few seconds, the voice sputtered, the toy bobbing around to illustrate speech. "...Y-you hit me with that! You threw that thing at me!"
*Aden Turrido*
"I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL FUCKING-!" He could hear the madwoman as he turned.
But when he looked, a skinny, veiny man sauntered out of the alley, this new silhouette taking a long drag from something that was most likely not a cigarette, maybe thirty feet away.
In the next blink he was in the road, strolling toward Aden, six feet and closing. "What can I say?" The stranger's gravelly voice tore out. "Bitches got no aim."
He had no ties, either.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 23, 2008 11:12:34 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
Nayra's gaze was openly evaluating. The behavior, in some ways it did resemble the red-headed android child, but sometimes, like that comment, it didn't, and things were shifting about far too much for even the half-pyran's randomness to be an excuse.
"Yes," she answered anyway. "Far more than I would care to. I do not like it, but I must do it. I do not get a choice in the matter. What brings you here?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 12:15:20 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
The android grinned out at the water below. "I can't tell you just yet. That would kinda ruin it for everyone else." She sighed, closing her eyes. "They're going waaay slow. What do you think I should do about that? Spice things up here so they can catch up?"
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 23, 2008 12:40:15 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
Aden was breathing heavily and it made it slightly difficult to speak.
"OK, what the fuck is going on?" Aden wished he had a gun with him right now.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 12:52:57 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
The stranger held up a hand, pausing to bend double coughing.
Then he finished, clearing his throat experimentally before taking another drag. "I just told the other one I couldn't say yet."
But the man seemed to read Aden's mind. Almost from nowhere on his thin person he pulled a handgun. It wasn't the one the woman fired, this one larger and black, but one couldn't quite tell in the dark.
The respiratorilly challenged man offered it to him, grinning whitely. "Just so's you can calm your nerves."
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 23, 2008 13:20:46 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
Aden cautiously walked up to the old man, careful to be ready if he were to suddenly turn that gun on him. He felt weak...to an old man. No, he wasn't an ordinary old man, or even an old man at all.
He swallowed as he reached for the gun, not even sure if it would do any good.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 23, 2008 18:14:04 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Given that we are 15,000 feet above sea level," Nayra answered, "I believe too much spice could be a very bad thing. You are not the girl, however, that I met in Veshet. Am I correct?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 20:33:26 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"I was there using her, actually." She contradicted, still eying the black waters below. "Am there. That story isn't finished." She scowled, suddenly irritated by that fact. "At least, not for me. You probably know the ending."
*Aden Turrido*
The man let Aden take it from his open palm, eyes sparkling with weird light, the corners of his mouth upturning in a mad grin that didn't quite belong on his face.
Aden was now armed with a six-shooter of some kind. He could've sworn it was black before, but now it was rather obviously a dull silver, but smoother and alien, a little twisted up.
"Go on, check." The stranger urged. "It's loaded. Now I can't try any funny business, right? Hah."
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 23, 2008 21:01:50 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
Aden looked over the strange weapon. He had no idea what it was, but he wasn't the best with guns anyway. He aimed it at the old man and backed up. His aim was hindered by his trembling.
Maybe he should just shoot this strange man and run. Or shoot himself. But he doubted either option would work, something incredibly strange was going on. He suddenly aimed at a nearby street light and shot it. To his surprise the street lamp broke, and went out in a very small and short fireworks display. He quickly brought his aim back to the man.
"It works." Aden blinked and rubbed his face with his hand, keeping his other hand with the gun pointed at the old man, even though, due to his shaking, two hands would be better for aiming than one.
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