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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath          Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 926 days |
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My name is Eric H. Squier. My friends call me...or used to call me El Mariachi. Yeah I know, it's a load of bullshit. I'm not even Mexican but they figured they'd call me that since I love playing the guitar. But regardless, they are no longer alive. All of them, wiped out. All I remember about myself is my first name, my skills with the guitar, my deceased girlfriend...and my skills with a gun. My middle initial is simply her last name and my last name is the name of the only brand of guitars I can remember before the incident. Now that we've been acquainted properly, allow me to introduce the situation. You're not looking at some government overthrow bullshit or some ridiculous conflict between two nations and/or sides. Please, that stuff is probably the most ridiculous shit I've ever heard of in my life. Government overthrows, wars, elections...they're all run the same way...by a secret underground council first founded by the Americans. Why the fuck do you think they stayed a world power and no one else didn't? Anyway, here's how the story goes... Oh fuck it, the story sucks. Lemme just brief you on what you need to know. Somebody screwed up. Screwed up big time. That underground council I told you about? Well, they were getting scared that another council was being formed and would wage a war against them. So they started experimenting. Bio weapons, bio-engineered experiments...the lot. But like I said, someone screwed up. What wasn't supposed to be released 20 years later was released. And because of that, 85% of the world, not the population, but the world died. They tried to pass it off as Bird Flu, but the smart ones knew that was utterly bullshit. People died. The lands that were killed were replaced with skyscrapers by the council so that they could 'cover up' their destruction. Unfortunately for them, it was too late. The bacteria...they somehow evolved. Faster than humans could ever dream of. They became creatures...bloody, aggressive, smart, strong. What was left of the human population was to be left as prey for these beasts. The council could do nothing about it. Pretty soon, they were wiped out. So where do I come into this pic? Well, here it is in a nutshell. Before the council was completely destroyed, it managed to inject several people with a certain vaccination. Made them immune to the bacteria. Pretty much, they were forced to clean up the shit the council left behind and save what was left of the dying world. I'm one of them. The good thing about the vaccination? Made me immune to the poisons the monsters spewed. Gave me unusual stamina. The bad thing? Wiped me of my memories...well most of them. I'm not sure if it was the same for everybody though... So here I am. My name is Eric. I play the guitar. I can shoot guns like trained fighter. I didn't want the job...but doesn't look like I have much of a choice. My job is to get rid of the scum the council left behind and see just how far they went. You may not know me...so you can call me Mariachi. Rules: No swords. Reasonable names. Do not speed up time unconsiderably. Feel free to throw in whatever you'd like...just don't go overboard Name: Eric Codename: Mariachi Weapons: ??? (all are stored in his guitar case) Note: All players must eventually meet in New York City. They may start wherever they'd like but eventually must go to New York City as the final destination. Not a major priority...but a necessary plot aid. Eric sat upon the rubble that was his home, just on the outskirts of Manhattan. He was quiet as he observed the surroundings, running his slender right hand through his black spikey hair. His dark brown eyes darted from the right to left, checking to see if he was alone. It was so. In his left hand, he held his favorite guitar, a black Fender guitar, well polished and taken care of, strapped over his shoulder. Placed delicately to his right side was another large rectangular guitar case....a heavy one at that. He wasn't very tall nor was he very short. He was simply a young man of average height, possibly 24 or 25 years of age. He wore a pair of studded, black, leather pants, a white undershirt, and a black dress shirt. A single silver chain hung loosely around his neck. He quietly just sat there as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black pick, beginning to strum the nylon strings of his guitar. He seemed quite accustomed to all the rubble around him. Suddenly, a wild, maniacal scream erupted from a short distance away. Eric froze, his right hand stuck midair with his black pick held loosely between his thumb and index finger. He sighed as he lightly placed the pick inbetween his lips and opened up the guitar case with his right hand. Within a few seconds, his right hand came out grasping the handle of a .45 magnum, fully loaded. He sat there, guitar in left hand, magnum in right...and waited. (Last edited by Sparda on 12-25-05 04:12 AM) |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream  Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 864 days |
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| My name is Billy Steel. My story has been diffrent from Mariachi, but we met up all the same. Twist of fate, probably. Like Eric, I, too, have a nickname -Pyros-. Humours name, i know, but it revolves around my afterschool sport: Bombs.
Nothing feels better then a household material made explosive setting fire to whatever create that gets too close. Sadistic sounding, I know. Dosn't matter much though, whatever gets the job done. Regardless, I have all my memories, unlike o-fearless-leader over there. Where he lost his memories, I was given an insane resistance to fire. Ironic to the tenth degree. Due to this resistant skin of mine, I can let a bomb explode in my hands, and feel like a slight warmth, though it's the sharpnel for the explosive that I still need to worry about. I've yet to figure out how that works, skin only to strong against fire, yet normal to everything else. Dosn't matter. In my past, I was the pyromaniac, obviously, so when I saw a letter come to me of 'Demolistics specialiest required' I figured it was a godsend... till later it was just a trap, since the underground corperation only wanted me after scouted my criminal record. Now i get to blow things up. A lot. A Lot a lot. Yea, but before I get too far ahead of myself, lets rewind a bit, to before I met Mariachi, in the city of New York, where I was learning to use my ability of fire after the toxination vaccine... ** Pyros sat at the local bar. He had black windbreaker pants, and a black tanktop on, but all the way up the sides where patched with flame marks. In the middle of his tanktop lay a flaming skull, with two TNT sticks under it making it a retro skull and crossbowns. He chuckled to himself as he slicked his hair up, and through his short, spikey hair, black, with red streaks. Obviously, he was seriously into fire. And only god knew what was in the big black dufflebag below his chair. Slowly, he propped his legs up onto the table, and leaned back, holding the mug on his stomach, it foaming over with alchohal. He was anticipating a creater to pop in, for not many people were around with... thoes out there. He grinned to himself, and his crystaline blue eyes lit up in anticipation. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| ...Oh, right, this is where we talk about ourselves. Ummm...Name's Jack Eldridge. I'm 22, single, and immune to the disease that's infested the world. I'm a Philly boy, with a hidden temper that me and my brethren all share. I used to have friends and all, but to protect them I left.
I was a normal kid growing up, no mental defects or anything. I only had a few things going for me: My dad was a hunter, so at a young age I became a great shot with a scope and rifle, I lived in the city, so I lived near handguns, and I wrote. I didn't want to be a cop seeing as how I never had faith in the law, so I wanted to either be a bounty hunter or a writer. I was 12 when it happened. I went outside to play with my friends when I got shot up. Crossfire, the hosptial told me. I got a mechanical arm. At first, I thought it sucked, but charities and those made for TV movie people hunted me like a hawk. Their sympathy was a pathetic facade, but their cash was cold. I didn't feel good about it, but I took the money and bought myself an incredible prosetic arm. It was really expensive, but it was actually better than a real arm. I thought it was awesome at first, but they wouldn't let me do any sports beside track and people looked at me funny. Normal people wouldn't often hang out with me, and poorer cripples despised me for my luck. I was a loner for a long time. That is until I moved. I hid my arm so no one knew, cause then they'd hate me. The government knew though, and I rose through the ranks in JROTC class. Officals began to notice me and try and convert me, though I never listened. Then those bastards decided to play God with weapons unimaginable. I got caught in the middle of it again, being a guinea pig for this godamn vaccination to their own mistake. I asked for some for my mother and girlfriend, but they refused it. I know one took the vaccanation himself, but his body was contaminated and his immune system went into some crazed super mode. His body became impenetrable as his skin turned rock solid. He went loco and tried to kill me. That's when I learned my secret power: My body had more charge. I became a lightning generator, and held him off. He ran away to parts unknown, leaving me with an unusual stamina, incredible reaction time, and electrical manipulation. I was okay. I wandered around, fighting off those things until I found my way to the Big Apple. Hell, didn't look like an apple to me, but whatever. I became Zeus, the thunder god. I had one current objective: To find the Mariachi. That was my goal. Equipment: Mechanical Left Arm 2 Pistols 1 70-calibur Sniper Rifle Strapped to Back Jack wandered the streets of the Bronx wistfully, a lightly depressed expression in his hazel eyes. He was angered by this loss of humanity that hung pungently in the air, but there was nothing to be done about it. He was a lost soul in this destruction, trying to end it but not having enough power on his own. He needed help, and he knew it. That was why he was here. He turned a corner and looked upon a dark street, seeing depression taking form as a corpse. It looked burnt, as though acid had enveloped it's entire body. Beside it lay a wallet with pictures of a happy family. Damnable death. You're too strong. He turned away, heading towards an old bar sign. He stopped, giving any pedestrian a clear look at him. His long brown hair was shaggy and almost touched his shoulder blades. He wore a grey trenchcoat and dark blue jeans. Underneath the grey trechcoat was a tight black shirt, highlighting his lean, muscular form. He was 6'2 from the top of this head to his worn-out work boots. He wondered where his target was, but his inner searching broken by a commotion inside. He began walking towards the doorway, his left arm chinking near silently, but still more than the normal none that human hand emits. Around his waist was his two pistols, sheathed, and his open sniper rifle across his back. "Hello?" |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 864 days |
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| Billy chuckled to himself as he saw the figure walk through the doorway. He had a simple 9mm pistol strapped to his right leg, but he wasn't very good with guns. Like other people who could shoot a falling pebble fifty miles away, he could barely shoot something acrossed the room. Good for intimidation, at best.
"Howdy stranger. I'd stop if I were you." He held up a small item with a small glowing red tip. "I have this place rigged with Proximity mines. You caught me hunting." He chuckled to himself. He knew exactly where the mines where placed. Get too near them, and one would be dead before they new it. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| "Pyros? Pleased to meet you. I'm Zeus."
Jack's eyes scanned the room quickly, detecting the proximity mines where they lay. They were emitting an electrical field to connect with the controller,, thus giving him a sense of their direction. While to anyone else, this trap may scare them, Zeus merely shrugged it off with little emotion. "I was wondering if you could inform me of the Mariachi's location. If not, then I will leave before the beasts hunt me down." Jack's voice was stern and young, though aged by horrors this world had fed him. He looked at Pyros with little favor of his pyromanicial ways, though he didn't disapprove of it. It was Pyros' way, let him be. |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| Hello! My name is Missy! Or well... that's what my ring says. My full name is Marissa Elsa Pinsky, that's from the files. Heh... I guess people really liked me because I must've been good with gadgets. I don't know. To be quite honest I have no clue about what's going on. It's not really all that fair when you look at it. I'm a female, supposedly married...or widowed... I honestly have no clue. All I can tell is that there's a silver band on my ring finger. That must mean something, because on the inside of it is this inscription. 'To my dearest wife... Missy.' I figure from my files I'm 21. It's a wonder what a little bit of wire and a couple of tweasers can do. That's how I got to my files. I can't remember anything. It's quite strange. I just got a shot and boom, nothing.
I can run long distances now... I feel unfamiliar when running. Must mean something. Oh well... I'll learn of myself one day. I just can't right now. Why? Because I'm supposed to rendesveux with a group in a couple of seconds. Yes that's right, I'm in New York City now. Hard to believe huh. This place makes me feel let down. I thought it would be a bit better than this. How strange... Oh well. Oh shoot... I've been dragging on. I never said anything about my code name... Let's see if what they said is true, people would call me... Mouse. I don't know why. It's an awfully small name. What a joke... Anyway that's my codename. ...Why is it I get the feeling I'm going to meet someone familiar? You know there's just something I'm not going to like about this job. Some sort of feeling that someone's going to try to put me down or something. Ah! I can't concentrate on the bad! Gotta concentrate on good! Gah! I gotta stop talking and go on with this day! On to my equipment! Equipment(carried in her Jansport Bookbag 'lifetime warranty') USB cables(usually for Mp3 Players and Digital cameras) can of air tweasers maise(just in case) bag of tools Electric tazer gun (sort of like a grapling gun but not as strong. It sends out an attachment that grips on to the target and electrocutes them once gripped.) Missy walked through the empty streets and sighed. "I'm open.. With my only defense a tazer gun." Missy stood still and looked around. "I have no clue where to find these people." (Last edited by True Flight on 12-26-05 01:07 AM) |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 864 days |
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| Pyros chuckled to himself for a moment. He lift the button to the side, and flipped the switch. A trail of green lights lit up around the room, and to the bar, then leading to where he sat.
"Not sure. thought I was told he was suppose to come around sometime soon. Was told to also worry about the clean up while I was at it. Thus, this place has been rigged. Common in and nab a drink while you wait. follow the green... Like it probably effects you any. Each his Own." With that, he lift his mug, and grined. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 926 days |
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| "This bullshit is really pissing me off."
Eric muttered to himself as he slowly stood up, brushing away the dust that collected on his studded leather pants. He looked around one last time with those calm dark brown eyes of his, almost hauntingly. He saw nothing but destruction and ruin. He spat onto the ground and slammed his guitar case shut with his right foot. "Waiting for these SOBs is really not what I call cooperative." With what seemed to be all the time in the world, he readjusted his guitar strap so that the guitar was behind his back, and not in his way. He took the small black pick between his lips and slipped them into one of his many pockets. In fact, his entire pair of pants seemed to be made of pockets. He reached into another one of the pockets and pulled a small silver CD player, complete with headsets. He began to slip on the headsets over his ears before he heard another scream...or rather a screech...one that a human was not capable of. "Oh fuck me. Guess I'll have to handle clean up duty here by myself." He turned the CD player on and set the volume to max as the hard rock music from the headset escaped his ears and flooded into the wasteland. With that done, he picked up his guitar case and began to advance forward, not missing a step as his black boots made soft crunching noises against the small pieces of debris. Eric made note of an unusual looking pile of debris that laid before him in a perfect mound. Obviously not the product of warfare. He sighed and without any warning, lifted his right arm and let loose a single round right at the mound of debris. The noise from the magnum was amazing...even he could hear it through the music. The round that left the gun hit one side of the the mound and came flying out the other. Instantly, the ground began to shake as if he just woke up a giant. "Here we go.." |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| "Yah!!!" Missy cried out tripping over. She was surprised by the loud noise she just happened to be a short distance away from. Missy rubbed her face and shook her head. "Ow..." She said getting up. "What ever that noise was that's gotta be something to investigate."
Missy took her book bag off and grabbed her tazer gun. She ran toward the source and hid around a corner. She looked at towards Eric's direction. "Uh... Behind you!" She shouted! She closed her eyes and shot the gun at one of the monsters following company. Missy hit the switch. The monster twitched and screamed as the voltage from the gun increased. She hit as switch and the cord went back into the weapon. Missy gave a small sigh and looked at Eric. "You must be Mariachi," she said looking around to see if there were anymore monsters. Missy smiled. "My name is Mi-... I mean Mouse. I'm Mouse." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| "Pyros, I think Mariachi is in trouble. I'll be back."
Jack walked outside and began running down the streets. He turned the corner and saw Eric and Missy standing there. He began charging energy in his robotic arm as he ran at the monster Mariachi has shot. THe beast was brown with darkened, stretched skin similar to that of a rhino's. It's jaw was loose and it's teeth jagged and skewed. It's eyes were beady and black, surrounded by a digusting blood red pouch that indented the eyes into the head. "Smite!" Jack's arm flashed into it's combat form: Arm of Zeus. The grey color was hidden by a gust of energy, which blowed off the sleeve for that arm. The shoulder section opened to release an angelic robot wing with a booster hidden in behind it's sheath. Jack grabbed the face of the beast, the booster kicking in. The electrical energy, along with the brute force, decimated the neck of the beast and sent it's head flying. He then spared no time and thrst his arm int he chest and charged more energy into it. The chest exploded quickly, leaving no possibility of it getting up. He turned to look at the others, tearing off his ruined trenchcoat. His t-shirt now was midly ripped, but he saw no reason to remove it. His arm clicked back into it's standard form. "Sorry Mariachi. Couldn't find you without an electrical signal...Missy? What're you doing here?" |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| Missy looked at Jack and smiled. "I see you haven't upgraded your hunk-a-junk." She looked at the ground. "Well for one I was sort of worried about you. I mean I had to work in Maryland for crying out loud." She put her arms behind her head. "Plus, I got message I was supposed to meet some people up here. I guess you're part of the 'some people.'" Missy closed her eyes. "Sooooo.... I thought I'd follow orders and find out who's going to be there. Knew I thought I'd run into someone I know. Oh hey Zeus it's Mouse..." She looked at Eric. "Nice to meet you sir." (Last edited by True Flight on 12-26-05 02:22 AM) |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 926 days |
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| Eric didn't seem to hear anything that was going on. In fact, it seemed that he didn't even see anything that occured. As the hard rock music pounded in his ears, he simply stepped about, twirling the heavy magnum in his hands like an expert marksman. He skillfully dodged the monsters as Missy and Jack took them down, careful not to damage his guitar. It was rather reckless behavior on his part to have his music turned on so loud, but he didn't seem to care...at all.
Suddenly, the earth stopped shaking and from the original mound in which Eric shot at, a being jumped forth. The hole from the mound seemed to be like some kind of ant hole, a place where all the monsters seemed to be 'spawning' as they rushed forth. However, this creature seemed to be different. For one, it resembled a great spider. It's body was nearly twice the size of that of an average human. However, where it's head was supposed to be, there was the great torso and head of a humanoid being. Sticking out from the abdomen seemed to be an endless display of eyes. Truly a gruesome creature, with its hairy legs, gray skin, and it's yellow human torso, covered in blood, screeching. "Oh fuck, you're an ugly one." These words seemed to grab the creature's attention as the human head suddenly twisted to the right, in what seemed to be an impossible feat, and stared at Eric with its bright yellow eyes. It made ready to charge at Eric with its claws extended as it let out another hideous screech. However, it seemed that Eric didn't hear any of it. The screech was enough to completely paralyze the man, especially at such close range, but no such thing occured. Perhaps the headsets were placed there on purpose? "You know about armor piercing bullets?" The monster waited for no response as it dashed forward on all 8 legs, making a soft clicking sound for each step it took. Eric raised his right arm, the magnum pointed right at the beast. "These are much better." And with that, he fired off two rounds, once again, the sound of the bullets spreading throughout the entire wasteland. It seemed as if time froze, for the beast stood there, a mere few inches away from Eric. Small amounts of smoke made its way out of the barrel of the magnum as a great fountain of black blood erupted from the forehead of the beast. It collapsed, flinching and twitching like all spiders did when crushed before ceasing to move completely. Suddenly, more movements underground. More earthquakes. Eric immediately dropped his guitar case and swung it open with his foot. Without wasting a second, he pulled out a small hand grenade. With what seemed to be a single swift motion, he pulled out the pin with his thumb and tossed it into the hole of the mound. Almost instantaneously, the grenade exploded and screeches could be heard underground as the blast shook the earth one final time. |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| Missy winced and closed her eyes as she saw the horror. She held her mouth. The site made her want to throw up. Now I'm starting to wonder why I was sent here if all I'm going to do is shudder. She thought. Missy looked at Eric. She got lost in just watching him fight.
Missy backed off from the mound though. She wasn't going to get into this one. She sighed when Eric finished. Missy looked at his ears. He fights with music blaring? She shook her head, looked at Jack, and then grabbed his mechanical arm. "Hey I just forgot..." She took out her screw driver and started unscrewing the screws attaching it to his arm. |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 864 days |
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| Billy chuckled as he took his time, listening to the sounds going on outside. Smoothly, he pulled the remote above his head, and flipped a switch. A metal rod slid out of the handle, and not a moment sooner, the proxy mines he had set above difused, and launched from the ground, connecting to the magnetized rod.
He dropped the stuff into his overburdened dufflebag, zipped it up, and tossed the sling over his neck, so it hung loosly to his right. Turning in the process, he made his way to the staircase leading to the roof. A wave of fresh air brushed past him as he grinned. Looking down the road, for within a throwing distance was the commotion. "Hmm... so close, yet I managed to miss it." He chuckled, since he knew that wasn't going to stop him. He jumped to the side sliding down the gutter drain, and landed on the street. From there, he took off into a run toward the commotion. "Aw, I missed it?" He looked up to the mound, stepping next to Eric. Displeasure painted it's way upon his face. "And not a single thing to blow up..." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| Jack watched Mariachi go with a grim satisfaction to his face. This one didn't fear any of them either. He watched with indifference until he noticed his arm had become reasonably looser. He turned to see Missy dismantling his arm. Fear shot in his face.
"What are you doing?! Stop! I need that!" He couldn't move because he might break off his arm and ruin it permanetly, but he wanted to jump back as far as possible. |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 100 days Last activity: 100 days |
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| "Not right now you don't!" Missy said with a smile. Missy finally unscrewed the last one and took out an extra part in her tool bag. "Guess what... Your arm has a rotator in the fist. It rotates to what attack you need. When it was made I had no time to make any other attacks other than the one you just used." Missy unscrewwed the fist off and looked at the rotator. She put in the extra headphone speaker and attached a couple of wires to it. She pressed a button in it and sighed. "The attack doesn't have a code name yet. I'll need to connect it to a computer for that. You come up with the name for it. I'm not going to tell you what it does when I get it finished though. So just see this part as a useless item until we get to a computer."
She looked in Billy's direction. "You must be Pyros, fire bomb guy. Nice to meet you." She pointed to herself and walked back over to Jack screwwing every screw in(god I hate double meanings) and putting his arm back to normal. "I'm Mouse," Missy twisted the screws that attached his arm to his body tight so that they were secure and could not fall off. "Just be a little careful... There's still some useless parts in there I have to modify so your arm can be lighter and more accurate." |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1677 days Last activity: 864 days |
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| Billy nodded Missy's way with a grin, and got curious when she kept toying with "Nice to meet you, Mouse... And you must be... Zeus... correct?"
He grinned toward the mechanical friend of his. His attention was short lived as he wheeled about to the mound that was lit up, in Mariachi's direction. "That was a single pinapple gernade model, wasn't it? Rigged to let loose thousand of BB sharpnel. How'd you cause THAT big of an explosion? Replace the BBs with explosives?" He grinned as he spoke. Truely curious of explostives. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 926 days |
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| Eric said nothing as he stood there for a few seconds, as if trying to confirm that the monstrosities underground were truely dealt with. After a while, apparently satisfied, he slammed his guitar case closed and turned around to finally look at the people who showed up so late.
"Three people. Great...less than half of what I expected....and certainly a 'colorful' bunch." He shrugged the thought away as his left hand reached into his pocket and pulled out his CD player again. He pressed a button, ceasing the loud rock music and then proceeded to pull down the headphones to his neck. "Great...a cyborg...a girl...and a maniac with explosives." "Zeus. Pyros. Mouse. Mariachi. Good, now we all know each other." He took a look around, scanning the area once more, as if he hadn't done so so many times before. Apparently, he seemed to be searching for something...anything out of the ordinary. "Any idea what sector we're supposed to 'clean up' next?" (Last edited by Sparda on 12-30-05 09:33 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5074 days Last activity: 1384 days |
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| Funny story. This world coming to where it is. Betrayed by family. Corruption at every corner. Being a human test subject for some damned suit. Horrible twistof fate and irony. I wish I could have caused their downfall. At least directly. I had a more indirect approach to this. I created their technology. The stuff that wiped out the world. My fault. I didn't know what it was being used for. I didn't know the reprocussions. I didn't know that I would basically end humanity. I had hardly even seen others before this. I was told to do things by a voice in a box on a wall. I was raised from a young age. I saw my parents twice. Once at birth and once when they sold my body, and especially my mind to a bunch of suits. Well, I was not even a month old at the time. Yes, my mind was advanced for its age. It's advanced now. I can move things. I am physically, the weakest person you will ever meet in your life. But my mind redeems my weakness. Basically, the only physical aspect of myself that is not puny, is my stamina.
Sorry. I digressed, talking too much into myself there. Well, anyways. Humanity is mostly gone, there are so few humans left alive right now, the future is nearly overbearingly covered with bleak doom. This place that we call earth, brand new to me, I didn't know it before, so I couldn't even imagine what it was then. The world looks beautiful in its own way. At least to me. I don't know about the original colors of the trees, trees are brown. Grass is brown. Dirt is brown. Buildings are grey. I have always lived in a monochromatic world. Grey, and Brown are comforting colors. This place doesn't frighten me. Those creatures do. I don't know why they evolved that way. Especially that fast, but I created them. I hate my physical self. I can't even lift a gun to defend myself. I can build. I like to create things. That is another one of my jobs. If you need a gun made, talk to me. If you want a gun shot, talk to the guy I just gave a gun to. I created several useful inventions over the last 934644048 seconds I've been on this planet. Oh, that basically averages out to 29 years and a few days. Well, this is getting tiring, explaining my life and such. So, I'm going to get along with the story at its current venue. Name: Zach H. Griender Codename: Mercury Weapons: Scalpels, about twenty, held in a nylon case kept on the inside pocket of his light jacket. Zach floated lightly through the air. he gently drifted to a stop near a small crew of humans. His appearance was immediately regarded as strange. He looked as if he had not an active muscle in his body. His shirt was black and made of a thin cotton. Straps came across his chest in many places. The straps tied onto his entire body, down his denim pants, seeming to hold him into himself. A thin cordoroy jacket was strewn over his shoulders, moving reluctantly with the floating body There were multiple pockets across this deep brown jacket. His Chucks dangled on his feet. "Hello...Who...Are you? So many people...Interesting." (Last edited by True Flight on 12-31-05 03:44 AM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| Jack got a feeling back in his arm after Missy dismantled it and re-fixed it. He was doing so when he spotted Zach. The man wore odd clothing, but then again, he didn't have any room to speak. He eyed this man warily, confused as to what he was doing out here. Also, the fact he was floating threw Jack off a bit. All in all, Jack was not comforted by this stranger. He turned to Eric after Billy finished talking and quickly spoke.
"I don't know, Mariachi. I was never given any directions. I've only been here once. Tell me where to go, and I'll go." His hazel eyes scanned everyone around him quickly. He chuckled under his breath. He was surrounded by weirdos, and weird is awesome. He was going to have fun. He then looked at Missy, the only person he knew here. "I don't think we're going to find a computer around here." |
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