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 Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 7:30 pm
*After a day of sleeping, Crim was refreshed and ready to take on whatever presented her. Her stomach growled a bit as she stood up, but rather than immediately go to the kitchen, Crim instead took a quick shower. Still drying her hair as she walked downstairs, fully clothed once again, she began skipping a bit until she reached the kitchen, almost immediately abandoning the towel she was using on her hair and sorted through the cabinets for food*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 7:37 pm
*Clinging to a cup of ramen noodles, she hopped off of the counter and spun over to the sink, swaying her hips slightly to a random tune she was humming under her breath. After filling the noodle cup up to the line, she then relinquished the noodles to the microwave and set the timer.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 7:43 pm
*Barely blinking, Crim's gaze was fixed upon the timer on the microwave, fidgeting more and more as the machine continued it's countdown. A squeal of delight sounded along with the microwave bell as the hyperactive girl practically tore the door off of it's hinges in order to get to the cup of noodly goodness.
A mad grin plastered itself across her face as she began slurping at the noodles, not even bothering with a spoon.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 8:33 am
Trusting himself to have taken the truck, Oxy returned in it. He couldn't remember if he'd left in it, but whatever, he was too tired.
The black paintwork was.... not even visible. The truck was drenched in blood, thick red patches adorning almost the whole thing. Most had dried, but spots still dripped from a few places.
It stopped in the garage, and Oxy fell from the driver's door, hitting the floor unconscious.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 2:29 pm
A black BMW Z4 convertible pulled up to the gate of "Kindersley Computer Systems Inc." A giant of a man, fully 7'0" tall, and most likely about 250 lbs, climbed out of the tiny vehicle, and rang the buzzer.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 6:34 pm
*Having fallen asleep curled up on the kitchen table, Crim finally awoke with a yawn and stretch. Climbing off of the table, Crim groggily made her way outside, breathing in a lungful of dusk air. With a sigh, she spread her wings, the shock white bones ripping through her flesh as feathers and scales spread. She had gotten used to the pain of her back being ripped open everyday. She almost never even paid any attention to it anymore, even. A faint smile on her face, Crim took off towards the BlackIce Tavern. She would've liked to have taken her new car, but she wasn't sure if she'd end up drunk or not again and decided not to risk it*
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 4:54 am
He awoke groggily. Peering around his surroundings, he recognised his truck, the garage, the mansion... Taking another look at the truck, he sighed. The blood could be cleaned off, but it was never easy to be reminded of the dead.
"Quod faciendum in Dei nomine."
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 5:10 am
As he scrubbed, having retreived a bucket and several sponges and industrial strength bleach, Oxy hummed merrily. The exact name of the tune eluded him, but he liked it.
A particularly stubborn patch of dried blood was found, and he poured on more bleach. A faint hissing noise escaped it, and the sponge melted upon contact.
Staring at it for a few seconds, he very clamly placed the remnants of the sponge in the bucket, which was also starting to very slowly break apart, then kicked the lot across the garage in a fit of rage.
"Nolle prosequi sequens!"
He gave up, then moving to the small door that led to the mansion's main hall. From here he went up to the attic, to change clothes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 10:39 am
*Her user wondering why Oxy was using bleach that strong, why the bucket didn't melt if the bleach were indeed that strong, and why the paint didn't melt off of the truck along with the blood, Crim wasn't at the mansion, obviously. She was in a car somewhere with Mika, riding around and seeing what kind of trouble she could get herself into*
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 11:36 am
Raven approached the gates wearing some sort of black and silver armor that resembled SPARTAN armor from Halo. The only difference was that it weighed 2,200 pounds, had tons of weapons on it, the most noticeable being the two Gauss Cannons on it's pauldrons, and it was much much stronger. It was HellBringer armor.
He walked through the gates as they swung open. He then took a map of the TGM mansion out of his armor's ''pocket''. Even though DataDyne had been rumored to have gone 'underground', he still could get in there and give orders to the corporation's computer expert. He had thanked the guy with a bullet to the brain.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 11:46 am
The gates indeed swung open with a mild squeak of the hinges and the turrets mounted upon either side of them swung around and peered at Raven. The turrets didn't fire, however, deeming the man an ally despite the heavy armor he wore.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 2:50 pm
And if Crimson ever posted a stupidly obvious thing like the gates swinging open again, when Raven already said they did, the turrets would slaughter Crimson next time she came home.
Then they'd sell the footage on eBay to necrophiles.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 2:54 pm
Taking around nine or ten hours to change clothes, Oxy had set a new record in the TGM mansion. He looked at himself in the mirror, and shrugged.
He made his way downstairs, avoiding the large black creature by his bedroom door.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 3:00 pm
Ari followed Oxy cautiously. It was monitoring strange readings in Oxy's brain. Fragmented signals of random thought patterns.
Oxy spun around, drawing both QSZs.
"Quod est vide?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 3:02 pm
It registered the weapons, and examined Oxy's posture, brain activity, and eyes. He was serious.
Ari assumed a neutral pose.
"Master Tika. Are you ok?"
Te guns lowered by a fraction as Oxy regarded the thing critically.
"Quod est vide?!"
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