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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 4:26:36 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 1, 2005 4:26:36 GMT -5
Vincent smiled in response to Darren's comment.
"Yeah, seriously, I like this, but I guess the question is, will the customers stay?"
Vincent began to walk around the shop and wipe down the tables. He walked slowly because for some reason the smooth circular motion of the cloth on the table gave him an unusual feeling of peace and contentment. Usually he would just stop after a few tables and sit down to think about life. This night the same began to happen and after the third table Vincent pulled out a chair and sat down on it. He began to just stare at the floor in front of him and occaisionally he would smile if his mind stumbled across a memory that was joyful and happy.
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 6:29:14 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Jun 1, 2005 6:29:14 GMT -5
Darren looked at Vincent curiously, "what the?" he muttered to himself.
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 7:06:27 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 1, 2005 7:06:27 GMT -5
Upon hearing the words 'what the' Vincent immediately snapped back into reality. He stood up and went back to the job of wiping down the tables.
"Sorry, this job of washing down the tables just brings back a lot of memories and I should sit down when it happens or I'll just continue to wash the same table over and over again."
Vincent went back to the main counter where he had been before, looked at Darren and asked...
"Hey, are you thirsty?"
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 7:08:54 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Jun 1, 2005 7:08:54 GMT -5
"yeah sure." he shrugged.
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 7:26:46 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 1, 2005 7:26:46 GMT -5
((Do you want this to be more of an adventure? Like, actually leave the store and go places? Or do you want this to just stay here?))
Vincent pulled out two mugs and a large pitcher. Filling to the two glasses he began to talk...
"I'm sorry, I never heard where you were from, or did you not tell on purpose?"
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 14:43:52 GMT -5
Post by Jess on Jun 1, 2005 14:43:52 GMT -5
Another bullet drove itself deep within Omega's abdomen, tearing into her stomach and out her back. Her wound's began to splurt out pools of red-black blood, as she pulled her arm back for another swing. The shinra soldier backed away, as the sweep of Omega's mono-razor talon caught him in the throat, tearing an extremely deep wound.
The soldier dropped his gun, and clenching his throat he backed away from the insane synthetic that stood before him. "I wear tear you asunder..." Omega said brandishing her gleaming talons. A wicked grin set itself on her face as she slowly approached the man, her endorphin trigger causing her to ignore the pain that swept through her body. With feline grace she lunged at the poor soldier, digging her left talon into his chest and tearing all the way through in a wide-arced slash, fragments of torn fleash, and rivulet's of blood following.
As the mans body fell limp to the ground she smiled, and slowly turned around. Bodies, about four, littered the ground at her feet as she walked away. All her victims, all shinra soldiers, all mutilated beyond recognition.
This was Omega, this was the end, this was the Synthetic Shinra couldn't control. This was their worst mistake....this would be their undoing. Cluctching her wounds, the synthetic woman retracted her talons and made her way to a small bar she saw ahead of her, about 100 paces away.
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 14:53:38 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 1, 2005 14:53:38 GMT -5
As soon as the sound of the gunshot reverberated through Vincent's ears he had opened one of the cases which held a loaded pair of pistols. Vincent ran around the counter and sprinted to the door to see four dead Shinra soldiers and a wounded woman who was clutching her wounds and slowly walking towards his pub.
"My goodness! I'll be right there!"
Vincent quickly pocketed his two pistols and ran to the wounded woman and put his arm around her and tried to help her into the bar.
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 15:00:51 GMT -5
Post by Jess on Jun 1, 2005 15:00:51 GMT -5
"A-are you one of them!?" She said, pushing him away, breathing heavily. She was distraut over something, and angry. It shone in her eyes. She held her arm's by her sides, extending her long mono-razor talons to their full length and holding them there, ready to strike at any moment. She smiled wickedly, blood trickling down from the right side of her mouth.
Suddenly, faster then anything she shreiked really loudly and cluthed her stomach agian. Closing her eye's she fell to her knee's, screaming more as tiny nano-bots surged through her veins at lightning fast speeds, begining to repair the damage done to her body by the soldiers. It was a painful thing, to have millions of nano-bots surge out at the same time, very painful.
But once again, thanks to her Endorphin Trigger, she stood up, completely oblivious to the amazing amount of pain she was really experiencing. The blood stopped flowing from her wounds as she laughed evily. "I-if you are...prepare to defend yourself..."
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 15:34:01 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Jun 1, 2005 15:34:01 GMT -5
"what the hell?!" Darren heard the noise as well and followed Vincent out of the bar, just staring at the woman in shock.
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Midgar
Jun 1, 2005 16:07:57 GMT -5
Post by Jess on Jun 1, 2005 16:07:57 GMT -5
Her eye's darted from Darren to Vincent, and a wicked grin parted her lips. "Your both shinra aren't you!" She said, crouching lower so she was in her combat stance, as the nanite burst finished repairing her, somewhat. It was obvious from what was happening what she was, made easier by her weapons alone. Just the way she stood their, laughing and grinning made it simple, she was a synthetic. "WELL!"
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Midgar
Jun 4, 2005 7:25:49 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 4, 2005 7:25:49 GMT -5
((Awesome! This is awesome! lol. RPing rocks...lol.)) Vincent put his hands up halfway so they were about parallel."Hey, hey! Relax! Shinra?!" Vincent spat on the ground. "Listen here, don't call me Shinra. I am about as anti-Shinra as they come so put your blades up, we've no quarrel." Vincent looked at how fast she had healed and that her wounds were not bleeding anymore. His eyebrows lowered to an angry position."Synthetic, aren't you? We've more cause to call you part of Shinra then you, us. Here, why don't you come in, have a drink, listen to our stories, and explain yours? Alright? Come on." Vincent grinned and began to turn to walk back inside. He looked back to see if the Synthetic was coming."Well? Coming or aren't ya?"
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Midgar
Jun 4, 2005 9:07:53 GMT -5
Post by Jess on Jun 4, 2005 9:07:53 GMT -5
Alpha's talon's retracted back into his hands with a loud *clack*, and she slowly made her way up to Vincent's shop. Although she didn't want to go with him, she did anyway, being ever so cautious as to not walk into any ambush. Satisfied she was safe, she contined on into the store, giving all the patrons a rather threatening look, before standing near Vincent.
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Midgar
Jun 4, 2005 14:20:14 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 4, 2005 14:20:14 GMT -5
Vincent smiled and said as he began to walk into the store slowly so as not to alarm or put the synthetic on edge.
"Alright, now that we aren't at each other's throats. What's your name?"
Vincent entered the shop, walked to the counter, and pulled out a bottle and an extra glass considering there was already two glasses out.
"Do you have a preference on what you like to drink?"
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Midgar
Jun 4, 2005 20:20:04 GMT -5
Post by Jess on Jun 4, 2005 20:20:04 GMT -5
"My name is Alpha, and I do not drink..." The synthetic said, leaning back in her chair. As she leaned back a small section of her ripped bodysuit tore open more, over her abdomen. In small lettering, above a barcode were the letters "S H I N R A" In bold black print, clearly visible.
Alpha grunted and leaned forward to cover the tattoo up, it was though showing it caused her considerable pain. That tattoo and her obvious cybernetic and synthetic body were the only identifiers that this woman was supposed to be a new model SOLDIER for Shinra. This one was probably the first in series, and a proto-type by the looks of how slow she healed.
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Midgar
Jun 6, 2005 6:53:12 GMT -5
Post by Vìncê on Jun 6, 2005 6:53:12 GMT -5
Vincent, catching a glimpse of the letters which had caused him so much hardship through his life, put the pitcher down and drew his two pistols once again aiming them directly at Alpha's face.
"You have called us Shinra and we have plainly told you that we are not Shinra but it's high-time I asked you! Are you Shinra? You some spy that the President sent to spy on us or something? Come on! Speak up!"
Vincent's eyes did not leave Alpha's eyes. His adrenaline was pumping so fast, if Alpha even twitched he would know it.
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