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| The Baka-Slash-Chibi13 Nostalgia line continues! |
| Are you sure this isn't just because you've run out of new ideas? (Nope. :3 Just mixing in the golden oldies with the new and true.) |
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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 1:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:59 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:57 pm
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Overkill
A.K.A David Warner
--------------------David looked around quickly. It didn't seem like there were any more mutant robots around to fight. He saw Deadpool brushing off ash, and ran to him. I don't suppose you brought my gear? David asked. Lucky him Deadpool could still hear thoughts, even if he could respond verbally. Deadpool lead him to the bus. You brought Skuttlebutt? Nice. David said as Deadpool opened a second side trunk. He pulled out a brown dufflebag, and tossed it to David. David opened it up, and equipped himself with what was inside. A full uniform (Thus, the complete look from the picture), a heavily customized M1A4 assault rifle, a even more heavily customized 10 gauge Mossberg Pump-Action Shotgun, various single handed pistol type weapons, a heavily customized Barret .50 Cal. Sniper Rifle, as well as various bladed weapons. David looked over them. Each weapon on him had a story to tell.
David was ready. Alright, we need to follow Tempest to the other compound, and get Arya out of there. If they used the Failures this time, the next wave will be of a far greater power. David said as he started to bolt towards the facilty. Davi quickly achieved his maximum speed, but instead of running on all fours like he used to, David was charging forward like soldier. David was definitely a different person than when he left. --------------------
I / Kill / People
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:08 am
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 ◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Sam sighed in relief when she made it to the other end, which ended up being a garage of some sort. Various machines, both recognizably cars while others more mysterious in nature, lined the area. She even spotted a military grade helicopter.
"Wow, they got pretty toys," she said softly, then gasped at hearing her own voice. Like entering an antechamber, her ears popped again with sound. She must have gotten beyond Angel's range. The sudden bombardment of noise made her flinch.
Hazel eyes scanned the area, but it was oddly still. She couldn't see any guards roaming the area. The very lack made her stomach clench, but she pressed on. The ceiling of the place was high, but there were no windows or large doors. It made her wonder how they got all this stuff in and out.
I think I found the place where they keep their little robots, she thought idly when she neared on of the folded mechanized forms. It looked vaguely human in form, but with all its pieces neatly bent in on itself, it was impossible for her to discern what its full form was.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
Zeda growled at David when he finished off her kill. She let the body collapse to the ground, not liking the taste enough to want to keep any herself. The dragon noticed the piece Sumina grabbed, shaking her head.
"Odd girl," she grumbled as she followed after the guy they were supposedly rescuing. For someone that had been in captivity and possibly experimented on, he looked perfectly sane and healthy. Zeda was beginning to think less of these terrorists if this was all the hype they could muster. She kept a look out while he got changed, too bored with the situation to even be curious.
When they set off again, she fell in step. She had no human created weapons, only her own body, so her stride was more fluid. When his longer stride started to outpace her, Zeda growled to herself and quickened to keep up, her claws making sparks as they scraped the paved ground.
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too. |
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:58 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:04 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 10:58 pm
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
aka Redemption
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Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
The sounds of fighting were close, very close. Sam looked around, her body alert for trouble as she continued to explore the room. Realizing that she may want to hurry in case someone badder than the guards she'd dispatched showed up, the pink haired woman went to the center of the room.
"When in doubt, cause as much damage as possible," she said softly, mimicking Mark's odd accent. He was always giving her little tips like that. Like he knew that one day she might need it. With a shrug, she laced her fingers and stretched them til they popped, her eyes lingering on the band that glinted on one digit.
"Break it or shake it girl, we don't have time to play," she murmured as she shook her hands loose. "Let's try something around 6.8." Then she clenched them together in a double handed fist and closed her eyes. All around her the ground began to shake and quiver violently. The metal flooring groaned as she dug beneath its layers with her power.
A wrenching crack sounded as juts of earth and stone pierced the room, rising and twisting in organic columns. Once the base was breached, the room started to fall apart as she increased the scale to 7.2 on the Richter scale. The stability of the structure began to crumble around her and it took some clever maneuvering to keep clear of the beams and sheets of metal that fell around her.
At the same time that she took this part of the building down, she also put power towards the earth that surrounded the inactive robots. The earth crushed and twisted them under the weight, forcing them further below ground.
Sam walked outside the still crumbling building when she let the power loose, dust and dirt flying up around her. The sunlight was still bright, but she had little time to enjoy it when she heard the winds shifting.
"Masika!" she yelled, seeing her friend only a few yards off.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:41 pm
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Sumina had floated along, holding on to David's head the entire attack on Pryo. She used her barrier to protect her from the flames, but the heat still reached her. 
A scream echoed from the room Arya was in to all around the sound proof lab (It's like five or six rooms in the secondary comeplex). The electricity current stopped running down the wires connecting to Arya's wrists. She panted as a scientist grabbed her face and made her look at him.
