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Post by Ninmast on Jul 23, 2008 22:24:23 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"That was not a story," Nayra answered with a disapproving scowl. "It was a matter of life and death for an entire galaxy. Who are you and why do you think you are above others in such a manner?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 22:34:16 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
"No shit, Sherlock." The man looked him up and down, no fear of the gun. "For future reference, though, it's more like a blaster. It shoots wads of blue psychic energy."
But, wait, he'd just fired a normal bullet. Hadn't he?
"It'll do it next time." The bony stranger waved it off. "Shall we continue this here in the middle of the street?"
*Seaplane*
She smiled again, allowing a vague "Hehe."
"I dunno. Should I give you, like, an anagram, or some enigmatic phrase that sounds kinda smart, or what? 'Cause I told you I can't outright tell you right now. You wouldn't believe me, anyway."
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 23, 2008 22:47:14 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
"I don't care." Aden inhaled, and closed his eyes, trying to get control. He kept the gun pointed at the man at all times, more for the calming effect of feeling like he had some sort of control than actual control itself.
"Just tell me what's going on"
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 23, 2008 22:50:04 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
The Talihin looked back to some of the dials as she checked them. "It was a human from a fictional writing named Sherlock Holmes who said, once you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable, must be the truth. I know you are not the child from Veshet. I know you are not from this timestream. I know you are not from the facility we just left. Whether or not I believe you right now is irrelevant. It will simply serve to allow me to further analyze the possibilities. Presently, I am theorizing that you are an extratemporal being, due to your reference to being in multiple points in time simultaneously, likely with some link to the youngling."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 23:05:09 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
"It's not quite time for that yet." The man shrugged, not even looking at the gun. Not caring about it. "Unless you'd like it to be. I can start things rolling, if that's what you want."
*Seaplane*
"The day he comes up with someone properly stupid'll be the day Abraham Lincoln gets necromanced and elected Jesus in red China." The child grumbled. "Funny you mention Sherlock right then, though."
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 23, 2008 23:10:49 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Why is that?" Nayra asked. "And who is he?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 23, 2008 23:18:55 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Because I just mentioned Sherlock somewhere else." She shrugged, not answering her second question. "I should get a name for this. What name should I get?"
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 27, 2008 23:01:37 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Aden shook the gun in his hand, jabbing it towards the man for effect. He then paused, and swallowed. "What are you?"
Simultaneously, with his other hand, he was pulling his cell out from his back pocket and held down his "3" button, speed dialing one of his buddies.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 28, 2008 1:09:33 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
The corners of the stranger's lips pulled back like someone else was doing the grinning, hands clenching at his sides and suddenly hungry for violence.
"I'm something Lackey Number Three isn't going to save you from. But you're welcome to test that. I won't hurt you just yet."
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 29, 2008 12:34:57 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"A name for what?" Nayra asked as she checked the gauges again. They were nearly there, only a few more minutes.
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Post by zandyne on Jul 29, 2008 19:12:00 GMT -5
*Laundry Room*
He hadn't accounted for the glass to not break against the invader, neither had the Skull King, he'd taken for granted the dumb luck of his charge in terms of banishing the otherworldly. Regardless, Jack's mind immediately set into motion another plan for exterminating the plastic menace.
He reached back to the cabinet, but this time instead of rummaging around inside, retrieved the flyswatter that was on the outside. It was no weapon like his shovel, Lucky Spade, but it would have to do. The exorcist crept forward despite how in plain view the two 'enemies' were to each other, let out a battle cry that resembled more of a yelp and began what could only be described as a savage assault against the toy T-Rex.
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 29, 2008 19:32:16 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
He discretely tucked his phone into his back pocket, hoping the person on the other end of the line would pick up what was going on, if he answered. He had been slowing his breathing to try and calm himself down since he didn't appear to be in immediate danger...yet.
"Who the hell is Lucky Number Three? And why do you have me out here in the middle of the street, you couldn't have done this in the club around the corner?" OK, that was very obvious, but Aden really didn't want to take the risk.
Aden shook his head, and then looked at the stranger contemptuously. "No, actually, tell me who you are," Aden took better aim of his pistol, now that his hand had steadied, "or I'll shoot you."
And he wasn't lying.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 29, 2008 23:48:56 GMT -5
(Man: Somebody else already tried that. At 30,000 feet and three minutes ago.)
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 29, 2008 23:55:50 GMT -5
(Man: Somebody else already tried that. At 30,000 feet and three minutes ago.) (I know nin xD)
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 29, 2008 23:58:57 GMT -5
(True's so gonna yell at us for stealing her lines. ^_^)
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