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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2005 9:12 pm
"Yeah.. I'll be all healed up with some rest, I guess. Sleep deprived here." Mark shook his head, trying to at least stay awake to make it to his room. The place looked different to him. He stopped grinning and just headed for the stairs along with Mika. "Anything new around here?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2005 9:22 pm
*She followed him up teh stairs heading to his room while she tried to remember if anything had happened in his absence.* No not that I can remember. But then I havent left my room but once. *She laughed slightly as they headed into his room.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2005 10:12 pm
Tika grinned, sending a wide-band telepathic message to anyone within the mansion grounds. His utterly s**t control of telepathy meant that a passing bird also got the message, but oh well.
Priority message. I've secured us some cars, and arranged to sell the old ones. All we need to do is take the old ones along, and collect the new! So anyone who wants to tag along, get outside now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2005 11:39 pm
Dev paused for a moment, rubbing out his ear before looking to the guns. Setting down his current project he took up a single barreled shotgun, sixth gauge. Moving to the ammo, he took up seven shells, placing them in the pockets of his coat. He took clips for "Margo" and "Shanti" making sure that they were prepped and ready for anything that could occur. Taking a final look around, he picked up his joy ride calico submachine gun, making sure that he had an additional clip for it before he left to go outside.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 4:07 am
Out of fun, he wired another message, privately, to Ki'Rasa. He even managed to accompany with it a smiley face.
Oi, do me a big favour and go get my guns from the attic. There's a good girl biggrin
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 3:20 pm
Before finding himself a car, he went back to his room and grabbed his M4 and Glock 18 before returning, and claiming himself one of the TGM cars.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 4:55 pm
Mark had approached the bureau by the bed and opened a drawer. Taking a small black case and sitting down on the bed. His duffel bag next to him. Mark opened it and relieved his PP's of their empty clips with brand new ones. These clips containing regular armor piercing bullets, rather than the special silver/UV liquid mixture of bullets he had. Mark had changed his mind to changing his bullets to regular ones after he got Oxy's message otherwise he would have gotten stuck with useless bullets that ooze out a pretty looking liquid.
"Well something's going on now... Mika.. you should go to your room and get your guns ready, if you have any.. I don't think i've ever seen you with a weapon before."
Mark grinned at her as he stood up with a slight wince, and holstered his guns. He put the case back and closed the drawer, opening another one and taking out a clean black shirt and taking off the bloodied one he had on. After putting on his clean shirt, he entered the bathroom and washed his face as well as taking some aspirins for the minor migrane he had.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 6:41 pm
*She nodded to Mark and left his room going next door to her room. She went to her bed and set down opening the draw in the stand next t her bed taking out her guns and bullets placing them on her bed. She got up and went to her closet taking out her jacket and putting it on. She went back to her bed getting her guns and bullets put them in her jacket.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 10:33 pm
He started the car, smothly driving it from the garage to the driveway in front of the house. He proceeded to do a few burnouts and donuts before he settled back and re-adjusted the drivers seat.
"Yee Haw."
Sitting back with a smug look on his face, he waited for a passenger.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 2:03 am
Get your own ******** guns you useless halfwit Came the lovely Ki'Rasa's reply. She frowned to herself, but bombarded Tika with painful metal tacks, only to find Machina's presence was blocking such an effect. She threw up her hands in defeat ad flounced from the room, heading outside.
"Ugh! Men."
Tika burst out laughing, quickly ceasing it again after a few seconds, but with a smirk on his face. He would go without weapons, then. He glanced to Machina and Crim, expression now serious, business-like.
"Machina, I need you to grab one of the TGM cars, I'll do the same. Crim, it'd be a great help if you could too, otherwise I'm not sure we'll have enough drivers. I might have to let the Ocarina override the controls of a few."
His intonation of the last sentence seemed to imply he was less that willing to let his psychotic, immature ship manage cars to itself. Tika gave a small indignant sigh, then issued the telepathic command to the ship.
In the garage, two TGM cars instantly snapped to life with a loud roar. Lights flickered in perfect synchronisation as gears were shifted into, and pedals manipulated, steering wheels turning to guide the cars from the garage.
They emerged into the daylight as two majestic animals of sleek metal and reflective glass, engines purring as they crawled to a stop near to where Mealthra had rested up.
Slowly, the Ocarina rose from over the mansion rooftop, casting an immense shadow over the parked cars, and much of the lawns.
( Yeah, I only just realised I made it mansion-sized x_x )
A few seconds earlier, inside the mansion, the kitten mewled softly to itself. It sat once more at the bay window in the common room, peering out intently at the car that had pulled donuts on the lawns.
When it semed the big creature would do no more, the kitten emitted a sound much like a cross between a low meow and a purr. It shook it's head vigorously, then jumped from the window and began to trot outside.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 1:51 pm
Mark felt napping but knew when Tika gave out that message he didnt mean 'tomorrow'. He adjusted his shirt, it covering under his waist, and strapped the belt-holster for his guns. Adjusting that, he ruffled his hair and combed it back with his hands, putting on a beanie. Approaching the chair by the door, he releaved it of his zipper hoodie and put it on. Doubting he was at all, that presentable, he frowned. Last time he remember ever really looking 'nice' was at Colonel Mikali's retirement party.
He was zipping his hoodie when he thought about that. Looking up at the bureau's mirror beside his bed, he stared at his reflection, a shocked expression on his face. Who. The. Hell. Was Colonel Mikali? He shivered, rubbing his arms. As if a strong artic wind had come across the room. Mark focused on the job at hand. He would solve that 'issue' later. The troubled young man left his room and at a steady pace descended down the staircase. Settling down upon the ground level, he walked towards the common room and to the front door. In which he would exit the Mansion's interior and out upon the lawns.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 3:42 pm
Once Mika was done placing her guns in their holsters and any extra ammo in her jacket, Mika left her room and approached the stairs down the hall. She heading down the stairs and once she was at the ground floor, she walked into the Common Room and over to the front door. Walking outside to the lawns where everyone else was, or where they were suppose to meet up.
((Yes this post was edited))
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 4:42 pm
*Crim giggled innocently a bit putting on a mock serious expression once again and standing as tall as she could with her tail stiff behind her. About to give a salute, she readied her hand, but then her face screwed up as she tried to hold back her laughter, efforts soon failing as she fell into another fit of giggles. Clutching her stomach as if to stem the glee, she looked up to Oxy with clear emerald eyes that tossed the light this way and that*
Eeeee, I are giggly today, yes no? And okies, Tika. But what car should I take? Just a free one or a specific one?
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 6:02 pm
Mark circled Mika many, many times. Eyeing her and her guns. He stopped to her left and crossed his arms. "Ok. So you're cursed, and like all "devil" like with the tail and horns, right? So why do you need guns? And I mean.. How come you rarely carry them around? You know, My grandfather had a pair of those once... before they moved them up the ranks?" Mark blinked for a second. Lowering his head to a side, his hands falling onto his waist. Muttering to himself. "I met my grandfather?" Mark shook his head, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him. He raised his right hand, index finger pointing to the sky. Mark was going to keep going on about how he never sees Mika with any sort of weapon and about her choice in guns, but closed his mouth and crossed his arms again. Just standing beside her and waiting for any others. Surely there was a couple of more people that needed to be here for this.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 5:03 am
(Holy crap it's good to be RPing as Oxy again crying ))
Tika waved his arms distractedly. "Iono Crim. Just take any one of them."
Truth was, he was not at all pleased at having to use the behemoth that was the Ocarina to take some cars along, the thing would probably cause no end of problems on the way there. Unless....
Hey. Ocarina. Those nanomachines you use. Could you arrange them so that they manipulated light in such a way to cloak you?
The ship physically stirred in the air as it was called, as if caught in the act of doing something it shouldn't have been.
Grat? I mean, the ********? Yeah I suppose. No reason why... The very air around the Ocarina shimmered, then the enormous craft simply disappeared from sight, it shouldn't work.
There was no mistaking the smug sound the telepathic centres of the ship had managed to intone, and the Ocarina faded in and out of view several times before settling for invisible.
Not a bad idea, for a human, Tika.
Tika frowned for a few seconds, then shrugged it off, simply grinning.
Up yours, computational algorithms. Even as he said it, it didn't sound quite as scathing as it should have come across as.
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