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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 17:34:17 GMT -5
She chuckled nervously, "No, I hadn't...." Last thing she needed was someone in town blurting about her being a murderer. The corpse was a good distance away, and even so, there wasn't much of a chance she would be accused. She didn't even have a weapon.
"Anyway....I hope you find him!" She walked back into the tavern and took a seat near the window, just watching the snow fall outside.
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 16:11:22 GMT -5
She felt kind of bad about leaving the elf over there in the snow, but still, her target was right there in front of her! No doubt stunned by the dark shapes that had reached up to grab him. She was almost there, she jumped, raising the katana above her head. She began the decent and swung the katana to cleanly split the man in half.
She pulled out a pendant and it glowed with a reddish light before the gemstone in the center died down to a deep crimson color. "He must have been fairly evil to get that color......" She said, putting the thing back in her pocket. With her job done, she just had to wait until the next check in.
She dispelled the katana and pulled the trenchcoat tighter around her to ward off the cold. She walked back and saw that the elf was already making his way back to the tavern. She walked over to him and asked, "Do you need any help?"
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 14:27:48 GMT -5
After sitting for a while, Luna noticed someone walk out of the tavern in a hurry, and using some powerfull magic to knock some poor elf halfway across the street to his a building. She took a good look at him and recognised that this was the mage she was hunting!
She ran out after him, quiet as a shadow, with her katana appearing in her hand. He's not going to get away this time! Just to make sure he wasn't going to ge away, the shadows near his feet reached up and grabbed him.
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 0:35:05 GMT -5
Soon the two began to fight, drawing in their buddies in. Luna just watched as as they started. Eventually one of them managed to shove another out of the group to land on Luna's table, shattering her glass of wine as well as the table.
She stood up and walked over to the one she saw push the man into her table. She tapped him shoulder, suddenly seeming very small compared to the brute. He turned to her, "What?"
In responce she gave him a right hook that litterally sent him flying. She walked to another table and sat down, ordering another glass while the men stood there stunned.
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Post by Crow on Feb 25, 2008 18:09:28 GMT -5
Sitting in the tavern, Luna was waiting on her informant. She was tipping her chair and keeping balanced by keeping her feet on the table. She watched the two men across the bar arguing and expected a brawl to break out soon.
She figured she may as well get comforable and removed her feet from the table. It rocked back down and the front legs hit the ground with a dull thud that turned a few eyes to her. She waved over one of the servers and ordered a glass of redwine.
She sighed as she sat there thinking, how long until that idiot leaves hiding?
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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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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 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 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 Crow on Feb 27, 2008 13:55:01 GMT -5
Slash had already picked up his pieces again when somthing started moving in his direction. He stood there holding the items while it aproached, wondering what the hell it was.
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Post by Crow on Feb 27, 2008 0:07:41 GMT -5
Slash made his way back very slowly, not wanting to lose anything. About halfway there he tripped, sending parts flying out in front of him. He stood up and his head started shaking just before he let out an angry shout.(Think Scrat from ice age....)
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 15:44:12 GMT -5
((I honestly have no idea on the second part....I just needed a second possible target! Anyway, If someone in the group of shades screams about the missile then we know where it was headed!))
He shrieked in glee as he found more than enough parts to finish off his energy shield. He piled up the pieces and slowly walked back to the base, not wanting to drop anything. This was always his least favorite part......
He suddenly got another idea and lifted his hands in the air shouting, "Brilliant!" Unfortunately he dropped the parts while he did that. He groaned and hung his head. He started picking up the parts a second later and moved off towards his cement block in the desert.
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 14:07:47 GMT -5
He laughed insanely as he held up his latest invention. A missile. He lightly tapped the warhead on it and made sure that everything was in order. It was. He laughed insanely adding in seemingly random comments like, "Boom!" or "Genious!"
He sent his old body out to test it and closed the door behind him. It looked around and saw two possible targets. The group of humans standing around a good distance away from him, or the group of scavengers headed towards them. He mentally flipped a coin and the scavengers were the unlucky test subjects, as the missile made out of scavengers zipped towards the humans before making a sudden turn and detonating in the middle of the scattering machines a few seconds later. He whooped and hollared as his body hop-skipped to the scraps of the scavengers.
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Post by Crow on Feb 24, 2008 2:42:54 GMT -5
Slash was practically growling as he dragged in the fried scavenger. He needed parts, and he was running out of suplies really fast. He may even have to make another raid! No no no.....no time for unpleasent thoughts.....
His arms split, and all four went to work disassembling the thing. A few minuites later he had all the parts........except one. The emp had fried one of the main components he needed. He resisted the urge to destroy the thing right there and then, but was struck by sudden motivation as he started putting the parts together into a different configuration.
"This may be best idea yet!"
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Post by Crow on Feb 23, 2008 23:24:59 GMT -5
((Just a side note, but you still got to post a profile. No need to delete this one, just make the profile))
Back in the middle of the desert, Slash was feeling more or less the same way. "Sucess!" He hop skipped his way to the test subject, his new body. He pulled out a standard hand gun and fired on the body several times, clicking in glee as the bullets were quickly meshed in with the metal to repair the hole and damaged systems.
"I am genious!" He shrieked as he began the data transfer, sending him into a new body and turning the old one into a practical helper monkey. The body looked almost exacitally the same as the last one, with the slight diference of the improved armor plating.
Now was the time to work on the next great experiment! A mobile energy shield for the wandering trooper! Well, it would be if he actually forked for someone. No matter! There was work to be done!
Ten minuites and he had already had an accident. The device had detonated, sending him flying across the room to smash into one of the concrete walls. He slowly got up as his armor began regenerating. He swore loudly and began firing on the remains of the experiment with a handgun.
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