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Post by Crow on Feb 28, 2008 17:56:57 GMT -5
Well, if they were going to shoot him by now they would have! He ignored them and kept on walking away with his oversized stack of parts.
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Post by piñata on Feb 29, 2008 11:47:22 GMT -5
"It's a Lardulator," Eveline announced as she saw the newer-model Scavenger scurrying off with a pile of spare parts. "It's probably going to build something even worse."
(OOC: I'm going for a Luna Lovegood kind of vibe, only slightly creepier. Let me know how I'm doing. And thanks to Vaidia for giving me something to say in place of "Crumple-Horned Snorkack".)
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Post by Vaidia on Feb 29, 2008 18:15:54 GMT -5
((Well, you need a little more to be Luna-ish. Use off and strange words to describe how she moves and acts. Also the way she talks needs to feel a bit outlandish, whether if it's what she says or how she says it. You want to make people stare and wonder at what is going on in this persons mind. Luna is off in her own world; her mind is locked into a certain pattern. Find Eveline's mental pattern and see how she thinks through things before making her act. Also, don't care about grammer and such when it comes to expressing certain things. Err...))
So now, they all left her.
It was their duty, she knew. A responsibility as a shade, an eagerness to get out in the world and finally, finally be able to fight and do something about all of this nonspression (nonsense and oppression). It was her duty, too. She should feel eager about trying to try out her powers in a rorlduation (real world situation) as they did but... Well...
Eee was actually serious when she called that thing a Lardulator. And Lardualotrs, while being annoying fomogars, didn't really deserve to have the crap beaten out of them... Well, Fett could use a nice bop upon the head, but have a bunch of people attack them like some ninja-infested-hooligans? Bit over the top. Well, she might as well follow after them, to make sure that they didn't do too much to th poor Lardulator.
With a brief step, Eee pushed herself from the spot she was standing, breaking out in a pleasant run to catch up with everyone else, mind wondering all the while she did so.
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Post by Crow on Mar 3, 2008 21:16:18 GMT -5
((Go ahead and shoot him! It'll be worth it!))
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Mar 10, 2008 13:36:08 GMT -5
Oz crested a sand dune, watching what appeared to be a scavenger curiously. He tilted his head, quickly looking at the others. Without much hesitation, he shouldered his M4 and crouched, just in case, and looked back to the scavenger. Oddly enough, the scavenger appeared to be scavenging. He shook that thought away quickly.
"There's just one of them," He said. "Looks kind of like he just... Killed those other scavs," He added. He looked back at the others. "Any suggestions?"
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Post by Talin on Mar 11, 2008 2:29:34 GMT -5
"He's a bot! Smoke him." Zett said as he pulled out his own two pistols and let off a few rounds at the apparent scavenger and ran down the side of the dune, and as he crested the next one he let off a few more, falling to his knees and in one fluid movement he had holstered one of his guns and aimed down the sights of his other one. It looked as it if he might have hit the thing, and he hesitated pulling the trigger, noticing that the scavenger wasn't your typical scavenger...
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Post by piñata on Mar 11, 2008 8:52:04 GMT -5
Eveline added a few shots to Zett's salvo, stating, "We must halt him before he makes something even worser, like... like a Giblethead!" Gibletheads were the absolute worst of the Scavengers.
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Post by Crow on Mar 11, 2008 15:07:52 GMT -5
Slash's head jerked forward as he gor shot and dropped his parts. He looked down at te pile and was quickly losing his patience. He jumped to the side as several more round store past him. He pointed his chaingun and started shouting angry jibberish at them, waving a fist as he did so. At least it sounded like jibberish. He was actually cursing at them in every language he knew.
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Mar 12, 2008 0:27:05 GMT -5
Oz turned his eyes back towards the scavenger, who was shouting incoherently and brandishing a frighteningly large weapon. Oz quickly moved away from the others. "Spread out!" He shouted, raising his M4 at the scavenger and moving down the dune, firing a few rounds near the insectoid robot.
He kept moving forward in his low-crouch position, eyes narrowed on the creature. "What the hell is it doing?" Oz asked, raising his head slightly.
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Post by Crow on Mar 24, 2008 1:13:26 GMT -5
*I figured I may as well. I like this char too much to let the rp he's in die.....* Splitting the arms without the gun in half, he gathered as many parts as he could while returning fire and backing away. The shots were horribly inacurate, but they were just for a destraction anyway.
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