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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 3:18 pm
"Your overconfidence will be your downfall", huffed Myth. Letting a captive loose was strictly against Incinerator code, and Danza had violated it because of his own pride.
Myth didn't have time for this. He swung his spear with precision and skill, aiming to force an opening in his opponent's defense. His guards stood patiently and warily on the sides. Their swords and shields were glinting in the sunlight, as they controlled the situation and hoped that backup would soon come.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 3:40 pm
Myth how pathetic are you. Danza thought to himself. Looking around the area around him, Danza looked for anything that would help with his strategy. He came up with one thing, but Myth would probably be furious with him. Danza didn't need a another one of his tantrums, but he didn't care. Right next to the two men was a injured guard. The guard was close to the first man. "Okay, back you your last question, My name is Danza. you see that wasn't hard." Sprinting towards the man, Danza took out to daggers.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 3:59 pm
Myth looked in shock at Danza's sporadic and uncontrolled behavior. While Danza seemed the type to charge into any situation, Myth preferred tactical prowess. Unlike the other Incinerators Myth was not filled with bloodlust. He fought only when necessary, and didn't have the sick enjoyment of battle many others had. Myth was planning his next move as he saw Danza charge.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 4:01 pm
A young boy sat on a balcony above where Myth and Danza were having their little spat as he would put it, a soldier strode up behind him and bowed low. "Sir, should we answer Captain Myth's call for reinforcements now?" The teenager looked back at him for a moment, his eyes were hidden behind bangs of snow white hair, a small smile was laced on his lips.
"Well...give them a few more seconds, then go and save the captain." The soldier saluted quickly and ran to go and tell the others in the platoon to get ready. Looking back down at the charging Danza, a flash of golden snake pupiled eyes ghosted from beneath the bangs. "Hmm, he has promise."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 5:53 pm
(Yay A week longer of RPing =])
"Thats very nice. But your charms will only get you so far."
Loucas smiled at the new girl and then over to the big guy (alex) and then two the men fighting.
"Croudly here don't you think?" He smiled looking at the girl.
"Can I have your name? Names?" Loucas smiled looking at everyone around.
"...Or not?" Loucas smiled shrugging.
(sorry, Writers block!)
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:06 pm
((YAY!!!!)) Fatale slowly turned to look back at the man. "Fatale," she replied. "Fatale Desire. You can call me either Fatale or Fate. Either way, it doesn't matter to me." She smiled and rested a hand on her hip. "You... You aren't interested in joining the Renegades, are you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:10 pm
Donovan stood off to the side of the excitement looking dully out at the two Incinerators, Myth and Danza, snapping at each other. One eyebrow was slightly raised, and half of his face was slightly obscured by a few locks of hair that has fallen out from behind his ear. His hips were cocked to one side as he put more pressure on his left leg than his right and his opposite, right, hand was slipped into his pocket. His left hand held a half-glass of some kind of brown liquor. He sipped from it, a look across his face that suggested he didn't take the two displeased men very seriously when they did worry about disagreeing. Might they do better to think about what they're doing at the moment rather than what their ally isn't doing, and what their enemy is attempting to do? Silly. He continued to periodically sip from his glass, holding his position, complete with dull, critical expression.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:12 pm
"Do I have too?" Loucas smiled. "Choosing sides is not what I do. I think going against the laws and working with them totally absurd." Loucas bowed and smiled.
"The names Loucas." he smiled and looked at the men still fighting, he yawned and sat on the ground.
"This is not fighting, this is shouting and calling each other names." He said as a joke.
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xXDark Side of the MoonxX
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:35 pm
Volker smiled. "So, Danza..." Volker paused. As cocky as he was he knew he obviously couldn't win. "You're just going to deny your men? Seems to me you're enemies with your own people! How pathetic..." Volker insulted, looking for a way to escape. 'Just keep'em talking' he thought. "Letting a prisonor loose probably wasn't the best idea. Try explaining to your boss how i got away. That'll make'em mad I'll bet."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:35 pm
Donovan was standing well within earshot of the two strangers, Loucas and Fatale. He hadn't been eavesdropping, but it's always difficult to not hear at least bits and pieces of others' conversations. He commented on Loucas's joke without bothering to try to project his voice, "That's more or less what non- physically- violent fighting boils down to, I think. Though, now that it's in mind, that sounds like a reasonable description for sex, too. Funny how things compare."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:42 pm
Fatale pouted at Loucas and walked closer to him. "Pwease?" she asked cutely. "It would make me very, very happy..."
She had barely heard the remark from Donovan, but she didn't pay much attention. She was too busy trying to get Loucas with the Renegades. ((Short... My apologies.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:43 pm
"If you think I don't care about my men, watch this." Clashing blades with the man, Danza took the other dagger and throw it in the guards throat. Jolting up from the ground, the guard held his neck and started to gasp for his life. Flipping to the side, Danza put on a huge smile on his face. "First name, John." Danza said looking towards the man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:45 pm
Myth knew he shouldn't be arguing, but rather concentrating on his fight. However, he was getting more and more sceptical of the Incinerators and their ways. To him, Danza represented a classic Incinerato- bloodthirtsy and voilent without a cause. "Do I really belong with this crowd?" Thought Myth, as he parried another blow. "Am I still fighting for the right reasons?"
Then he saw it. Danza killed one of his guards- a guard he had worked with all his life.
Myth snapped.
"HOW DARE YOU TAKE AWAY A HUMAN LIFE TO PROVE A POINT?!" he bellowed. There was no more time for thinking- no more time to stay stuck between rebelling and serving the Incinerators. Myth knew he didn't belong with the scum that the Incinerators had become. Swinging his spear around, he struck Danza right in the face.
"RUN! NOW!" he cried toward the captive.
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