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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 03, 2010 10:12 AM |
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Palmer chuckled. he had found what he was looking for. the docklands were pretty big, he had to admit, but if anything could get someones attention, it was this. if Rex wanted to find him, he would need to know where to find him.
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 03, 2010 07:44 PM |
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((this originally was a longer post, but I do not feel well and want it done now))
As soon as he was outside of Zero's estate, Xion called out for a taxi.
The driver was a man who seemed to be about 30 years old, used glasses and had a mustache which made him seem like one of those sterotypical french people which you see in the movies, asked "Where to?"
"Eastern Constantinopel, street 52, the 'Monkroad'" Xion said.
The driver turned around and gave Xion a weird look before saying "In the middle of the night? Look, mr., that place is part of a warzone, so until further notice all taxies, busses or other federal transport do not to take anyone to the Eastern New Constantinopel. Got that?" The taxi driver finnished while removing his glasses to give him a "Do not do this kid" look to Xion.
Xion himself, was in no mood to argue, so he just got fourth his wallet and took out a little bunch of paper money and said "Take this money, drive home, leave the car and take a small vacation with your friends or family. Understood?"
The man stared at the money for a moment before taking it while nodding.
About one hour later
Xion parked the taxi in the monkroad, he then took anything of value he could find in it, before dragging out a timebomb which he placed inside the taxi. He then exited and started walking down the street towards his appartment here in Eastern Constantinopel. After a five minutes walk he heard a blast from behind himself and knew that the taxi was now gone. The taxi driver would just have to make up a story about how he lost his taxi that made sense, something which would not be the biggest trouble in the world, seing as Xion had left his card amongst the paper money which stated the following:
Name: Xion
Proffession: Supervillan's handyman-for-hire
Call SURE-KILL-0123 for fast and effecient work.
Alternative Number: 52168734
"Xion's appartment" had not really such security meassures as other villans appartments, but it had one extremely sure kill mechanisme. The self-activating bombs that would blow if the person who entered did not send out the exact signals that Xion's nanobots did, unless Xion was in the house.
Xion really did not use this appartment so much, he only used it as one of the many bases around the town where Xion could stop and change between being 'Jack Redfox' and 'Xion' by reprogramming his nanobots.
Xion wasted no time standing around, he sprinted down into the basement where one of his nanobot manipulation computers was, sat down and started the program that instructed the nanobots to transform him into Jack. While the change was starting, Xion ran into the nearby closet and changed cloths into his nice and clean work suit. He also grabbed the wallet and cardholder which held Jack Redfox's driver license, ID and bank card.0
When he came out again he was now officially 'Jack Redfox'. Back to the computer, Xion programmed the nanobots to autopilot him to his working station using his car which was at this appartment. The program also included a automatically sleep program which would send Jack to dreamland and not wake him up before he either were damaged or in danger, or until morning when he had to work.
"Good night, dear Xion." Jack said as he clicked on the 'OK' button on the PC and fell asleep.
((This was as far as I got before I felt I couldn't go on right now. Will edit or post another post a bit later. Sorry for slowing this down dagoth.))
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted May 03, 2010 08:23 PM |
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Vlad and Misha drove to the lofts in chinatown, to the place Igor described.
- Third floor, in front of the restaurant.
- You're sure it's here?
- I'm not sure. Igor said that Sasha lives here.
Misha looked at the restaurant.
- You're hungry?
- Huh?
- Are you hungry?
- No.
Misha looked around nervously.
- Colleague, can you buy me lunch?
- You owe me ten grands remember, comrade?
- I know blet so what? Blet, this is the kind of situation. If I knew- he looked at the robe- I could've taken my wallet with me!- the last sentence was spat out with bitter sarcasm.
- Ok, I'll give you some cash, but I won't go with you.
- You mean I'm going?! Look what I'm wearing jobtvaimat!
- I can't go.
- I'm dieing to know why.
- You can think what you want, but I don't go neither to pubs, cafes or other eating establishments.
- I don't get it. You don't like asians?
- I like asians. But I don't go to any kind of eating establishment. Because of a principle.
- Ti ahujiel Vlad! How many of those f&%king principles do you have? Because of a principle blet...
Vlad handed him a twenty. Misha hesitated, but picked up the banknote and exited the car. He wen't to the restaurant.
A cute waitress approached him and smiled.
- Good day. Please take a seat.
- Good day. I want to order to go. Sweet and sour chickhen and sea cabbages.
- It'll be 16.25.
Misha handed her the twenty.
- keep the change.
Meanwhile, a pissed looking woman entered.
- Two portions of rice to go.
- Only rice?
- Yes.
- 6.20.
The woman counted her change and looked at Misha.
- Something's wrong?
- No, everything's fine. Just never saw a gay in a chinese restaurant who's wearing a robe.- she picked up the packs with rice and exited, pointing her middle finger to Misha. Minutes later, he was eating in the car, much to Vlad's disgust.
- Just don't make my car a pigsty- He said.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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War-overlord
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Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 03, 2010 08:46 PM |
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As Rex looked up from his finished blueprint, he noticed the clock indicated 22:30. He had worked nonstop since that morning, but he was getting hungry and needed to take a break. Nonetheless he now had a blueprint for a major revision of his mech-suit. He could use mostly the parts already on the Vulture, and (spare)parts lying around in his workshop, still he had a few things that he needed to steal if he were to finish his design in reality.
Reluctantly Rex made his his way to the living-area and quickly whipped up some food for himself. As he ate, Rex remembered that he wanted to test an explosive he made several days ago. He quickly finished his meal and started rummaging around in his workshop. "Now where did you leave that thing, Rexy? Where did you work with it last?" It took several minutes, but he found it. As he held it in his hand, he admired his handywork. The device was a perfect metal sphere, with a red light worked into the surface that also served as the arming switch. "The design is cliché, but it is usefull," Rex said to himself. With the device in hand, he walked over to the combustion chamber and noticed the flash-drive he threw in last night. "Yes, I wanted to destroy that thing. Let's see what this little bugger does to it." Rex opened the chamber, armed the device and chucked it in. He quickly closed the door and went to the window to observe the blast. The switch-light flashed with increasing rapidity. Then the light suddenly died and the device exploded. The sound was muffled by the thick walls of the chamber but Rex was blinded by the explosion and it took several seconds to regain his vision. When the smoke was sucked off by the ventilation the room was blacked at the spot the grenade had landed and several feet in every direction. The room was also filled with shrapnel and as far as Rex could see the flash-drive was destroyed. On a monitor next to the door several lines of data appeared. Rex studied it. "I've made a flash/smoke/fragmentation-grenade with nearly the explosive power of a mortarshell. There should be a use for something like that, but I need to remember to close my eyes if I use one." Rex yawned, it was getting late and he would go to bed early tonight.
The next morning Rex woke up less broken than the morning before. He was still lying in his bed, though he had mannaged to move himself sideways over the bed during his sleep. After going through a his morning routine of coffee, breakfast and checking his security measures, Rex listened to the message on the voicemail again.
"I think I'll see what I can find in the Dock-areas after lunch, but with the Vulture banged up like this, I'd better not use it. I'll get the Albatross out of storage." Rex typed in a few commands on his mainframe and walked over to a more remote part of his workshop. Out of a hatch in the floor another Mech-suit rose, though power-armor would be a more correct term. The Albatross was Rex first suit, he built it while still working for the army and he had taken it with him when he was fired. It had two wristmounted machine guns and a flamethrower, pneumatic-powered hands, preformance-boosting mechanics, a jetengine and a integrated tactical computersystem. Though Rex stopped using this suit since he finished the Vulture, it was still very much functional and it needed a direct feed of Rex neural-implant to function. Rex stopped using it because it relied on direct imput of the user, meaning that he needed to actualy do what he needed the exoskeleton to mimic. And with Rex getting older, he could operate the suit for lesser periods of time. Rex move to a set of controlls and checked if the suit was still fully functioning. Other than the thing being a bit low on fuel, it was functioning perfectly. Rex connected a hose to the fuel-intake and ste it to fill up. He then walked over to the Vulture and started to dismantle the Vulture, which took him the rest of the morning.
After his lunch, Rex opened the Albatross and climbed inside. As he settled himself in the suit, the memories came flooding back to him. In a second, Rex wielded the suit as if he never stopped doing it. Rex quickly ran a quick check on the suit, deploying both guns and the flamethrower and retracting them again. Rex was convinced the suit was still up to scratch and opened the roof while powering up the jet-engine of the suit. Rex jumped out of the opening, assisted by the engines on his back. Though he was not able to fly in the suit, the engine on his back greatly increased the range of his jumps. Rex chuckled as he jumped across and over buildings and roofs, recalling an archaic comicbook hero who was "Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound."
Rex made his way over to the docks of New Constantinople. "Now, let's see of this Palmer man is findable. He was a bit vague about the location, but this suit should be able to find him with the IR night-vision."
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Berny-Mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted May 04, 2010 03:28 AM |
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In Zero's Manor (not his penthouse)
Zero was sitting in a very Romanesque and Renaissance Italian study filled with all sorts of archaic books and scrolls. Most of them were in bulletproof display cases of course, but some of the "newer" ones were in the shelves exposed to the clean air inside.
On a very comfortable embroidered armchair sat Zero, thinking contemplatively as a man walked in. However, that man seemed to be only in the shadows as he was wrapped in some sort of shadowy mist, yet the darkness was not natural.
"Zero...I have come, as you asked." said the shadowy person.
Zero smiled (though of course you can't see it through his mask) and said, "Excellent, you are only 32 seconds late. I need you to do me another favor, Raphael..."
"Anything for you, master." said Raphael as he bowed deeply.
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 04, 2010 04:54 PM |
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Kane grunted and grabbed his phone. Damn, fell asleep. He hadn't slept much lately, due to his search for Sidewinder.
"Talk." he said, his voice rather harsh.
"We found him. He lives in a house in the suburbs, we're picking you up in three minutes. We have rounded up sixtyeight men for you, is it enough?" it was his old friend.
"Better be." Kane answered, and exited the building. "He might be good, but there's no way he can avoid a horde of armed men. Sidewinder is going down."
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 05, 2010 10:21 AM |
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the post dripped with blood like a grotesque standard. the sailors, young and fresh, hung their, the cuts all over their body draining the blood out of them. On their faces was stapled a glove, clenching down. Palmer sat there, waiting for Rex to meet him, his thumb tracing around the detonator. did he need to go any further in order to get Rex's attention?
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 05, 2010 11:40 AM |
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Rex had forgotten how much fun he used to have traveling in the Albatross. Jumping around like a frog with a jetpack. Only small con on this was that Rex found it difficult to navigate.
When Rex arived at the dock-area after a lengthy travel he landed on one of the roofs of the buildings. Allowing himself a breather, he observed the immediate surroundings. As usual in this area, it was busy with workers loading and unloading cargo on and from ships. And as most industrial areas of New Constantinople crime was mostly unchecked. A good percentage of the cargo handled here would be illegal and would flow into the underworld. Rex spotted a particular area that was peculiarly quiet for the time of day. "As good a place as any to start looking," Rex muttered to himself.
Rex moved closer to the area and switched a IR-lense to cover one of his eyes. The closer he came, the stranger the place seemed. It looked like this warehouse was abandoned in a hurry. Boxes and carrying-equipment littered the area and a peculiar number of gloves was strewn around. Looking closer there were quite a few spatters of blood as well. Rex jumped onto the roof of the warehouse, to have a better look around. Over the roof he moved the front of the warehouse. And there he saw it. A large pole hung with bleeding corpses. It stood tall, like a monument to some demented Blood-God. The corpses had gloves attached to their faces and several more corpses lay around the base of the pole. Palmer had staged a massacre, perhaps only to get Rex' attention and to sattistfy his perverted needs. Strangely, Rex felt flattered by this. 'Palmer must realy want to meet me, it seems.' Rex though. Scanning the area, Rex noticed an indistinct blob of heat, picked up by his IR-scanner. Though nothing appeared to be in the area. 'That must be him, he is after all invisible to the naked eye. I'll keep him in IR sight, in case he tries something funny.' Rex jumped of the roof backwards, facing the blob as he landed with a crashing thud. Turning on the mic in his suit, Rex spoke. "So mister Palmer, what is it you whished to talk to me about?"
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 05, 2010 02:32 PM |
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"Mister Mallard, Let me first say what an honour it is to great you hear." palmer said from atop the flag pole. "I would also like to thank you for showing up as quickly as you did. I won't be needing this any more!" and with that he tossed the detonater into the harbour.
"Now, you're a busy man, no doubt, so I shan't take much of you're time. However, I come with a proposition... are you a little... worried about the way the cities going, all the disorganised gangs, all the chaos, all the mess, and the fact that it's run by some faceless tyrant? If so, then..." Palmer leapt from the pole and landed on the mechanised war-suit. "how about you move up the ranks."
he could hear the warsuit about to respond, but it quickly stop him. obviously this thing had infra-red, so he could still see him. "Before you ask me, I have no interest in betraying you. the only desire I have and have ever had is to do what I do best. However, I'm tired of skulking around in the shadows, picking off on street heroes, mothers, unimportant vaguely rich people and teenagers. so, a mutual benefaction can be reached. you and me team up, I kill who I want, you take their business up. you get the power, I get to kill, and after you've reached the summit... well, do with me what you want."
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 05, 2010 03:43 PM |
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Rex did not like it when people used his suits as stepping stones. So he reached above him, grabbed Palmer and set him down in front of him. Usually he wasn't this gentle, the last 'hero' who tried to pull the same stunt had his skull flattened on the pavement.
"Don't stand on my suits, I don't like that." Rex grabbed the pole and snapped it like a toothpick to empower his words.
"So, let me get this straight. You propose that we assasinate all the heads of the gangs and crime-syndicates and have me usurp their positions to gain their resources and followers. One by one we take over the positions of power in the city, culminating by taking over the position of the imfamous Zero."
Rex crossed his arms. "Thus making me the effectual ruler of the city. I suppose we'll take care of the 'defender of justice' along the way. Sounds interesting. However, if you know my reputation, I'm sure you're aware that I have very little interest in gaining my own little herd of underlings."
Rex started to grinn as an idea dawned on him, the droid-soldier idea he had two nights ago might be a perfect substitute for human minions. An to achieve a small, or perhaps not so small, army of those might prove benificial indeed.
"Still, I suppose you have some sort of plan on how we're about to achieve all of this. What would that be?"
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 05, 2010 04:44 PM |
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"well..." Palmer said, somewhat hesitantly. he wasn't used to being humbled, that robot could have simply squished him. "whose currently you're biggest business rival."
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted May 05, 2010 05:57 PM |
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Rex laughed, out loud and long. "Haha, business competitor? Mr Palmer, I'm not in the weapons business for money. I do it, because I want to. I only take the requests that I find interesting and those that will further my own plans. I rarely need the money I ask. Whenever I need something, I just take it. Buying is for those who are too weak to take."
Rex paused. He let Palmer soak in his words and he was thinking of something where Palmers abilities would come in handy.
"However I'm not immortal and I do not have the time to develop everything myself. What think you, of some corporate espionage?"
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted May 05, 2010 06:52 PM |
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Vlad and Misha walked into the loft, in which their victim lived. Vlad rang the door bell. A woman opened them, the same one who insulted Misha. He shot her in the head. Vlad proceeded and injured the fat man in the shoulder. He was the same one who bought the cop uniforms. Vlad proceeded to unlock the handcuffs that tied a briefcase to the asian.
- Why the hell did you shot her?
- Had to get even.
Vlad opened the briefcase. It held bags with high quality cocaine. Meanwhile Misha examined the corpse of the woman. He lifted up her blouse and whisteled.
- Wow! You paid for the plastics?- he asked the fat man.
- Huh?
- I'm asking, did you paid for the silicon boobs?
- Yes...
- And how much it costed?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean I don't know? Your b!#$h got fake boobs and you say you don't know how much it costed?
- She said she paid 5 grands.
- Jobtvajumat! You heard that Vlad? 5 grands for some f%#king pieces of plastic?
- I don't know how much boobs are worth.
- my wife asks 4 grands for a surgery. And this imbecill paid 5! Ti ahujiel blet?!
- Why you dislike big breasts so much?
- But I love big boobs! I dislike fake ones.
- Well, what's the difference? They put the implant inside somewhere, and you can't see it.
- You can't see it, but you can feel it. And there's a big difference. You don't see them, but you know that in your girl's boobs is some sort of chujnia, some f&%king pieces of plastic! Your touch them, rub them, and a thought is stuck in your head, that they are not real blet! And you, must think that there's nothing in them?!
Vlad closed the briefcase.
- I don't know. I never thought of that.
Misha looked at the corpse, then around.
- Vladimir, did you ever saw breast implants?
- What do you mean?
- Nu blet, did you saw them before they're, you know, implanted?
- No, I haven't.
- And it would be a sin not to see silicon that costs 5 grands?
Misha looked at the knife which lyied on the table.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 05, 2010 06:58 PM |
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Palmer smiled, possibly he could work something out. coporate espoinage might be rather interesting. after all, the killing didn't really matter, just leaving his mark did, he could have so much fun braking someones mind just by standing behind them.
"Rexxy, rexxy, I will be more than happy to. but I must ask, do you feel at all comfortable being... what's the best term... subserviant to an unknown face. I know it's pot calling kettle black, but at least you know my face. if I found out something a little bit...more, and you used that... if you catch my drift."
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 05, 2010 10:09 PM |
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The next day, Jack woke up in his car around 08:00. He was parked at the exactly same spot as the nanobots usually bring him when he asks them to bring him to his working station.
"Man..." Jack said "I do wish they could bring me up to my office instead of leaving me sleeping in the car."
Jack stepped out of the car, cleaned himself enough so that his employee would not take him for a hobbo who just came in from the street. Before entering his corporation.
Passing through corridors and past many office quarters, Jack always stopped by to say hello to each of the branches as well as anyone he would pass by. Jack had earlier made quite a bit of fuss about how his employee needed to know his boss, and he personally was quite proud about how he knew each face and name of everyone working for him.
"Good morning Gil."
"How're you doing Jill?"
"Long time no see, Chuck!"
"Hi, Rob! How's the kids?"
"Mrs. Williams, how are you today?"
Standing in the elevator on his way up to his office, Jack met good old Billy 'McScottish'. His real name was of course not MacScottish, but his real name was just as ridicilous if not more, so he had told both Jack and all others that his name is 'McScottish'. Sounded better and "nobody would've a problem guessing that he really were from the Irelands", he had used to say.
Billy was probably the one who had worked longest for the company, beating even Jack himself. He had been Jack's predecessor Xion's first employee and was by now Jack's second-in-command. And with such a possision, Billy had been charged with the job of showing newbies the working stations first thing in the morning. This very morning, Billy was on such a mission. He had entered the elevator on the 3rd floor with a unfamiliar face who seemed quite reliefed and excited.
"So Billy." Jack said "Are you just going to stand there and ignore me or are you going to introduce me to the new guy?"
"Huh?" Billy said and turned around, only then noticing that the boss had been in the elevator all along. "JACK!" Billy grinned "How you doing old eagle? Have not seen you for the whole week. Thought you or your mamma had gotten real sick." Billy's grin got wider "I am really glad you're back, you don't know how hard it is to keep the journalists away from our facilities.
"Both me and my mamma are quite fine Billy, thank you," Jack smiled "but the introduction Bill, the introduction." Jack's smile got willingly false and Jack made a hand gesture towards the young man who Billy had entered with.
"Ohh yeah!" Billy's forhead met his palm "I forgot." Billy turned to the young man "Mr. Fording, let me introduce you to your new boss and director, Mr. Jack Redfox." Billy said.
"My pleasure." Jack said and smiled while shaking the mans arm.
"Ohh no, Mr. Redfox, sir, the pleasures all mine. You've no idea what it means for me to work here sir. I was so close to facing the court because of some illegal nanobot experiment of mine. Something about me not having a license to work on the experiment when you people came in and told me I was hired by you now. Not only did it give me the license to keep working in my free time, but now I can work on that experiment in my work time as well! It's quite the perfect deal, if you ask me." The man said while etushialistically shacking Jack's arm.
"Why that sounds great Mr...Fording was it? We'll be expecting great things from you." Jack said while struggeling to free his arm from the mans grip.
The rest of the trip to Jack's office/home was quite uneventful, and the clock was 09:09 when he arrived in his main office. Jack hurried over to his phone and pushed a button "Mrs. Eva, could you please make some breakfest for me while I take a shower?" Jack asked
"Most certainly sir." A soft voice sounded from the other side of the phone.
"Thank you." Jack said before walking over to take his shower.
After eating his breakfest, the clock was around 10 O'Clock.
"And now, time to start my work." Jack said happily enthustiatic as he got out the disket that Xion had gotten the day before.
"Intresting, very intriguing." Jack mumbled as he looked over the information stored on this disket "This will become quite handy indeed, especially for me. If I am correct, I can improve this to add my none-superpower seing vision as well to this set, that means I won't be in need for any googles anymore!"
Jack went on and analyzed and planned for well over an hour when the phone called. It was Xion's cellphone.
Jack picked it up and calmely said with a nice voice "Hello, welcome to-" but before he could say anything more, a girl's voice sounded from the other side;
"Hey, Xion, I've thought about your offer and... I'll do anything you want, if you can bring me close to Inferno, close enough to fight and kill him."
"Ahh, right, you want to talk with master Xion. Hang on a minute while I get him." Jack said before laying down the phone, and took his hand to his computer and made it play the sound of footsteps leaving the room, and two pairs of footsteps entering the room soon after. Then, Xion picked the phone up and said
"Hello? Mrs...what was your name again? C-something, right?" Xion said.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 05, 2010 10:19 PM |
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carrie had a great dislike of the BS and humiliation that she was pulled through, but right now she wouldn't make a snarly remark or retort, because she wanted inferno dead and cold in the grave and she would have her way, by god! She would clip inferno's wings with a four feet katana, dammit!
"It's carrie. Will you please help me?"
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Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted May 05, 2010 10:25 PM |
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"Ohh, right Carrie, that was it. Yes sure I'll help you. If what my assistant said is correct you want me to help you find Inferno and let you kill him. Correct? Anyway, I am quite busy right now and I got to make some preporations, but do you know where the monkroad in Eastern NC is? If you do, meet me there around...say, 7 O'Clock in the evening, how does that sound?" Xion asked.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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Berny-Mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted May 05, 2010 10:31 PM |
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Kane's hired men positioned themselves around Sidewinder's house, waiting for him to come back home from his work. Soon enough he arrived. Just as he was about to get attacked, a great misty darkness surrounded the area, blinding the men, but Sidewinder got inside his house before it could get to him.
When the darkness cleared, only about ten of those men were left alive. The others in their confusion killed each other, well, at least some of them. The majority of them had daggers stuck in their throats, with a note on each one saying, "Do not disobey."
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Skyrim RP? YES!
Here it is!
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 05, 2010 10:39 PM |
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"Bugger." Kane said, punching through the window of the closest car. "Damn! Oh well, guess I'll have to take him on myself."
Kane cleared the operation (killing the rest of the men), and went away. Not home, he decided now that Sidewinder knew where he was it wasn't safe. He had most of his weapons with him anyway, and the apartment didn't have anything important. He decided to seek out the big russian guy, the bearded one. The one he had met at Zeros place.
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Kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted May 06, 2010 08:13 AM |
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<ten minutes later>
with the package loaded, the duo drove to the gravel quarry 20km out of town. Vlad was sweating and red from the anger.
- YOU'RE INSANE! INSANE! I NEVER SAW THAT SOMEONE WOULD CUT OUT THE BREAST IMPLANTS OUT OF A DEAD B!#$H !! WHY THE HELL DO YOU NEED THEM ANYWAY?
Misha was holding the blooded implants folded in some old newspapers.
- INSANE?! Paying such money for such sh!t is sane?! I'll bring them back to my b!#$h. I want her to see them.
- IT'S VANITY MISHA, AND THE BIGGER IT IS, THE BIGGER THE PRICE!! BUT THAT WHAT YOU DID... IT'S SICK!
- You can tell that to your b!#$h! Then I'll see how you're gonna enter your home! Does this moron isn't sick? You gave to your wife five grands for sh!t! Was it worth it?- Misha aimed his gun at him- I'm asking you blet, WAS IT WORTH IT?!
- She wasn't my wife.
- How nachui? She wore a ring.
- Simple nachui! She was married.
- So you're saying that your b!#$h was someone else's wife?
Two men chasing one another ran into the street. Vlad accidentally hitted one of them.
The duo exited the car and went to check on him.
- Ti sto blet, durak nachui?! - Shouted Misha.
- Are you allright?- asked Vlad, gently slapping him in the face.
- No, I'm not allright...
- We can see that blet!
Seeing as the two are busy, Sasha made a run for it. Misha spotted him, but it was to late to chase him on foot.
- Sasha! Stait blet!
The duo quickly got back in the car and chased the escapee.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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