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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 4:26 pm
(( xd Threesome in the shower and it's partytiiiiime! *music blares* "Ahhhhhhhh Freak out! So chic! Mystique!"
I think those are the words anyway >> ))
Oxy made his way to the rear lawns. The IG-41 stood some thirty feet from the mansion. He'd have a look at it later, for now he wanted to just lay down on the lawn for a while, soak up some sunshine.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 4:36 pm
((Never heard of that song...actually wait, I might have. Yeah, I have, but I couldn't tell you if those are the words.))
Vladar got out of the shower and dried himself off. Putting on some clean clothes, he took his time going downstairs, where he crashed on the couch. Looking over, he saw Shawn.
"What's up?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 5:09 pm
"Not too much. Figured I'd get started organizing and sorting these things."
Shawn continued to sort the things out, moving weapons around.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 6:37 pm
*Her pleasent sleep done with, Crim rose from her bed, smacking her lips and blinking her eyes as she stiffly planted her feet on the floor and gave a few stretches to loosen her muscles. Once satasfied, the girl walked out of her room, scratching the small of her back a few times as she went down the stairs. On her way out of her room, she had failed to look into any sort of mirror and was unaware of the mess of tangles floating about her head, some mats of hair a bit damp from the shower the night before. As uncouth as she appeared, though, there was still a certain aire about her that one could feel, one of respect even as she wiggled her toes through the black and white striped stockings stretched over her legs.
Humming a bit brokenly, Crim eventually walked past the common and, after picking up three scents, craned her neck inside. A large grin lit up her face as she nodded to everyone, her eyes halting gleefully on Mika for a moment before she gave a wave to them all.*
Hiyahiya all! So how is everyone? Still got all your fingers and toes?
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 11:29 pm
A car rolled up to the mansion. Carefully the gates opened. Driving to the main entrance Fiddler got out and stumbled over the stairs. Falling asleep he cursed what ever god was out there that got him into this crap.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 10:19 am
Fast asleep on the grass to the rear of the mansion, Tika twitched as a patch of grass to the right set fire, then immediately extinguished again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 3:41 pm
((? Set fire randomly, then extinguished automatically? Huh?))
Shawn had finished sorting out the piles, and was now looking at the ranged weapons and ammo. He had sorted the ammo up into smaller piles, small bore, medium bore, and large bore. He was now measuring the bore of each individual weapon, and laying out all posible ammos for each. He had it narrowed down to about 5 per weapon, and then moved onto shape of the ammo. He had just finished narrowing it down to about 2 per gun, when a meleeweapon caught his eye. A slender hilt extended from a slightly curved cork. He picked it up, estimated the thickness of the metal, the density, and then its mass. Estimating the total weight of the object, he quickly calculated how much the blade inside should weigh.
"Might be a new katana for me, if I can get this metal off it."
He continued examining the way the metal was wrapped around the blade, and then went back up to his room. Coming back down a short while later, he had a small chisel and a hammer in his hands. He picked up the object, and placed his chisel at what should have been the weakest point on the metal band. He looked at Vladar.
"This should get through those. Made of mithril, and enchanted by my grandfather, then passed down to me. It's sharp, though not to the touch, and unbreakable. Should get through it."
((Any special properties on the corking metal Oxy?))
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 5:36 pm
((Just a mental tick. He's asleep, control of his powers drops a little. Corking metal is simply coded. I'm tempted to say it's invincible, because Ki'Rasa has the codes anyway. But feel free to get to work on them until she arrives. *kicks the little blonde bimbo from the top of his monitor*))
Oxy woke up with a start from a dream involving tentacles. He rubbed his backside as he stood, wishing dreams could not be quite so realistic all the time.
Supressing a yawn, he began to trot over to the IG-41, the majestic craft glinting in the fading sunlight. He gave a small shrug and turned around, he needed a notepad and pen for this anyway. Not bothering to sift to the attic, he instead strolled back over the lawns towards the mansion.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 5:39 pm
Driving the black Camaro up to the gates, and opened the deeply tinted driver window. He pushed the call button at the gate, having not been given his ID card yet. Waiting for a reply, he played with the Katana handle at his side.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 5:44 pm
((Um, you'll have to puppetmaster me in Methinks. I have to go.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 5:54 pm
*sat there on the couch watching the televison not realising that there were other people in the room*
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 6:30 pm
((*Sigh* I guess I'm still not in...))
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:12 pm
((>>;; *coff* sorry, was painting))
*Crim's ears twitched to the sound of the buzzer and she abandoned the common room once again for the front door. Tilting her head to the side a bit, she wondered if it was someone from the GMC...
Braced with hands on her still bloodstained sais, she threw open the front door and peered down the drive and to the gate. Narrowing her eyes a bit, she briskly walked out to greet the man, not bothering with shoes of any kind, but simply walking in her stockings, dried grass skirt swishing idly with every step until she reached the man with an eyebrow raised and muscles seemingly relaxed*
Can I help you, sir?
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 10:49 pm
He looked at her, and grinned.
"I was told to come here."
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 9:09 am
*A lopsided smirk spread across her lips as she quickly sized the man up, keeping control over her heartbeat and adenaline lest he be an enemy. Sniffing discreetly a few times, she took a mental note of his scent. Her hands flopping to her sides, she braced one hand on her hip and brought her emerald irises to meet his eyes. Crim still didn't know if he was a friend or foe, so because of that, she continued the facade of the gaurd for Kindersley Computers*
Well, I suppose it's good to see that there are people out there advertising our company, Kindersley! May I ask what business you're on, sir?
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