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 Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:33 pm
"Good day, my lady." Victor said before walking out the door. After all, he only liked the delicate, innocent girls, which Mizirani was not. After he left, the medicine bottles began flying off the shelf and running into where he felt Mizirani's mind was. The lights above began to break on by one as one of the walls began to cave in. When he was far enough away, Victor took one of the headache pills, walking back as if nothing was going on.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:54 pm
I swear I'm going to murder him one day. Hemo thought and turned to the kid. "Well that's all fine and dandy, but think about this: If you piss off both Animus and Barbus, who are you going to run to when things get too hot to handle?" Hemo asked simply. If the guy wouldn't join them, fine, he'd slice him in half and call it a day.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:22 pm
Trent turned to Phoebe. "You swore at someone? On the job? You didn't get fired, did you?" he asked, a little shocked. That didn't seem like his sister to him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 8:25 pm
Mizirani kept hastily grabbing pill bottles, shoving them into her bag. She only turned her head when she thought she heard the voice of Victor. He hadn't run off? What? Idiot... She turned back to tossing bottles in the bag, when she noticed they began to fly at her. She quickly tried to grab the metal shelf, but a few already had hit her in the face and head before she could turn herself into a metal statue. After the pill bottles had stopped flying, she moved her hand away from the shelf and returned to normal, falling on her knees. She grabbed her nose, which was now bleeding from being hit in the face and her jaw was aching terribly. Her upper lip was cut from one of the tops of the bottles. Her whole head was killing her. She was mad, beyond mad. The lights began to break and Miz stood up, her anger only fueling her rage as she neared back to where Hemo was. The wall was caving in behind her, but she continued to approach the counter.
"Torture...Sweet Torture. Torture them all. Sew their mouths shut, pin their arms down, make them beg for mercy."
She was going into one of her delusional rages. The blood from her nose and mouth continued to stream down her face.
[[Sorry. I felt like going crazy. XD]]
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ArtificialFlavored Cheese
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 8:53 pm
((Oh, this is going to be hilarious! xd ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 9:18 pm
Jake shrugged at Hemo's question. "I'd have to get them both pretty pissed off to get into that kind of situation. Animus and Barbus aren't exactly best friends willing to get together and pick off the little people like me. If they both chased me to one spot they would most likely end up forget about me and start fighting each other. I mean it has happened once or twice." He said with a straight face. It was only know that he started to wonder if the others could see whether or not he was smiling. He knew that the cowl projected enough of a shadow to make his face unrecognizeable, but was it enough to hide what his facial expression was?
It was just then that he heard Miz's statement. "Okay...should I be worried about her? Is she talking about me, you, both, or is she just like spatting out random giberish?" He asked in a confused voice. He then noticed all of the random medicine battles littered all over the floor. "And what the hell happened in this store?" He asked not having noticed the chaos that had just ensued moments before.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 10:30 pm
Ayame-Yuura
There was no big battle today. That meant filing documents at the Animus Base or heading for the streets to do a good bit of recruiting. Chrome chose the latter. Even if it meant being separated from her beloved Asura. This was for the organization he loved. So this was for him. With that said, Chrome had set out with a passion ablaze in her heart, with scratch paper ripped out of her tickler in hand. It was a to-do list which only said "Recruit Animus Members" and a couple of names -- rogues and useful people. She had ticked the name "Lilith Ahlberg" and began investigating clues as to where this person might be. She might just be the chance Animus needs to get ahead of that crazy scientist girl they had acquired.
With heavy steps, Chrome walked down the streets of Verone, utterly dejected, after coming up empty-handed even after searching through the abandoned blown-up laboratory Lilith used to work at as well as successfully and stealthily moving through her abandoned mansion to find clues. Too bad she had no real luck finding the girl herself. Just that she had owned a pug, according to that one person she was able to find that claimed she had seen Lilith from before their laboratory blew up into smithereens. Chrome sat on the pavement with her head hanging low. It was such a good thing her uniform might as well be casual clothes except for the signature hat and glasses. It made moving around a lot easier. But for now, she pondered what to do. Should she give up the search and move on or look for more leads? She pouted. She wished Asura was there playing detective with her.
Lilith had an awfully bad habit of passing by where her blown up laboratory used to be, as well as her old mansion when she got the chance during her bi-weekly walks. With the purple wig, vacant gaze practiced to perfection, and the bimbo-riffic get-up she always wore in public, nobody ever seemed to reccognise her. That was good, because she felt like she needed to see these things and remember exactly why her 'Candi' persona was a necessary part of her life. That day, she would probably get an even clearer reminder than ever why she needed to stay in hiding. Why? Because the Animus spokes-bimbo, Chrono, was sitting on the pavement right outside her old mansion.
Normally, Lilith's common sense would demand that she ignore the girl and walk away as quickly as possible. But this girl never met her before, as far as the roboticist remembered. And she certainly hadn't met Candi before. The sound of Candi's stiletto heels loudly clapping against the ground could be heard as she approached the dejected villainess, curious as to how hot Animus was on her heels. Chrono was supposedly not very intelligent. It shouldn't be too hard to see where she was by testing the waters with this incompetent, right? "You know this place is, like, totes empty right?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 5:43 am
Chrome looked up, wide-eyed at Candi. She squinted and used her hand to shield her eyes as the sun above was shining too brightly. 'Oh great! Another bimbo', she thought to herself with a hopefully unnoticeable roll of the eyes. Chrome -- What.a.hypocrite. If indeed the gesture was noticed, maybe she could detract attention to it by making it seem like something other than what she was thinking.
"Well duh! It's empty. It's a.b.a.n.d.o.ne.d.", she said with a scowl, leaning her chin on her palm and her elbows on her lap. "This is terrible! What will my beloved sweet say when he finds out I've failed to make a recruit yet again? ...Oh no! He might stop loving me! ... But don't lose faith, Chrome! True love never dies! I'll try harder." That last part was just her rambling about her own problems like a nut complete with facial expressions and fidgety, exaggerated gestures. But who was to think she was a nut and not fear the fists of Animus enough to say it?
"Such animosity and barbarism in this city, don't you think?" Chrome said, looking back up at Candi after her little monologue. She then began to reach out into the space in front of her with a dreamy gaze as though Asura really was there in front of her. "But his is the light that shines brightest in this hell hole"
Spike put both lean arms down, just waiting for Creature to attack. He let the lad come close as that seemed to be his plan of attack -- head on. Closer, closer, closer. Just as Spike felt that the boy was about to make a move to land an attack (and seemingly letting him), spikes shot out from his body, enveloping his form with hard, pointed projections.
VoltEdge kept looking up at Coil, pouting even more when he pulled away. She crouched on the ground, pointing her index finger to the ground and with lightning changing the chemical composition of the asphalt, drew a logo -- a popular logo -- the logo of the company that detained VoltEdge for most of her life. She pointed back up at Coil as though asking if he knew the picture. The markings on her shoulder became visible once more with a faint blue light coursing through it like some kind of liquid energy.
((OOC: It shall be interesting indeed! biggrin ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 6:37 am
Serene only could smile at VoltEdge's expression and shook her head at VoltEdge's gesture. VoltEdge was clueless on what happened earlier, Coil wanted to be friends with them, and they accepted. She was about to go seperate VoltEdge from Coil, noticing from his face that he isn't much comfortable with the poking. There was a slight smile on his face, making Serene stop, everything is fine then. She watched as VoltEdge drew a picture on the ground, what are they called? symbols? logos? Serene isn't sure, but she was certain that this is where VoltEdge came from. The model number on the shoulder luminated once more, with the model number and the logo, she can probably do some research on it. Serene wanted to know where her friend came from, she beleives that by knowing VoltEdge's whereabouts, she can understand her better. Noticing that VoltEdge was trying to ask Coil, Serene decided to help too. "Are you from the same place as her? Do you have a model number?" She pointed to VoltEdge's shoulders and looked at Coil curiously, if they are from the same place, VoltEdge would have more friends and things would be much more fun.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 6:47 am
A kind sister indeed. Mr. 'Jack' One nodded with a smile of understanding. Good kids they were, that man would have been proud. He conceded to hold just enough money to pay for his share, a smoothie and an ice cream float. Mint and vanilla, boss combination as far as he was concerned. Phoebe dragged him from his thoughts by the generous offer of paying. Jack opened his mouth to politely protest, but then slid into the seat a little nervously.
"Strawberry smoothie and a vanilla and mint ice cream float, thank you," Jack explained quite simply. He looked to Trent and offered a friendly smile. Not much to assess there. A regular college kid. Lacked the physique for a close encounter or a running chase. Would be depending on his power, which was.... Jack blinked a little in surprise and looked away. They did not know this, he did not know this. Well, that was something to find out one day.
With that same thoughtful face, the clone looked up at Phoebe who spoke up once more. She had not gone to take the orders yet, and was staring at him. His face remained plain, as he was taken to his thoughts by her random assumption. He would've laughed it off but the man was actually sure one of the clones could have very well been there. No, it was not himself, someone who they put to work in the educational board... Mr. Seven? But could he have been at her school? They had been trying to track her down, but Mr. One could not recall face to face encounters from anyone's report with Phoebe Kyle till they showed up at her doorstep. Armand may have kept a crucial piece of information from him here, or this was just a happy coincidence with similar looking strangers.
'Do you say yes or no, come on!' His mind yelled him to attention. They had rules for these situations. All signs pointed to...
Jack laughed. Trent's shock made it ever more jovial. "You cussed at a higher up?" He insisted in a hushed, amused tone of voice. But, whether to tell her where they met or not, that was a conundrum. What was truly worrying though, how many memories were gone? It had to have been that villain. He had telekinetic powers, thus the naming of him as a telepath, but it clearly went further into that same field. Muddling minds as well as the physical realm, a dreadful force. Jack did not let worry crease his features, and he smiled.
"I certainly hope you did not." He added to Trent's question about losing her position.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 10:21 am
"Well that depends, how attached are you to your body parts?" Hemo asked with a sadistic smirk. Miz was about to cut loose and if she decided she wanted to carve up the guy in front of them, Adrian would help out, what were friends for?
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 11:46 am
Coil looked at the logo she created, it resembled the labs logo, or perhaps it was, the way Voltedge drew it was a bit different. He looked down at the number that shun brightly off her shoulder. He didn't turn to Serene when she spoke, instead he extended his arm in front of them, his skin began sear away, the illuminated number became visible "I'm not sure if we came from the exact same place...but I'm certain it was the same people..." He said to Serene, wishing Voltedge could understand even a bit of that.
Creature was caught off guard by the sudden defensive move, but he couldn't stop. His hand dug into one of the spike, the pain was immense but he had no time to curl up and cry. He wrapped his arm around the the point, getting a firm grip, he swung around, dragging Spikes enveloped form with him. With the strength of an elephant he threw the man against a nearby wall, hoping the force of the crash would be enough to disorient.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 2:00 pm
"I..." If anyone had to describe her face at that moment it would probably have been along the lines of puffer fish. The woman's cheers were 'puffed out' as she pouted, trying to find a way to back track her out burst of thought.
'Crap...well done Phoebe, your a prize moron!' Letting out the pent up air in a low whistle she eyed her brother somewhat apologetically "There was a troubled child in one of the class rooms so I took him out and we sat in my office for a while. He talked about his problems. One of the school board was visiting and during the class he tried to make an example of the boy, asking him questions that were far to advanced for his mental age"
Fidgeting like a scolded child Phoebe rocked on her heels, her fingers busy fiddling with a small phone charm that had been tacked onto the zip of her purse
"anyway they boy snapped, tried to attack him. Thats when I took him out, a while later the man breezed by the office and spotted him. He droned on and on about how he wouldn't make anyhting of his life. How he should be expelled because he was a waste of good education and I snapped..." with sheepish laugh Phoebe looked away "the headmaster managed to patch things up but I'm on leave for about two weeks, though I still get to keep the craft clubs running...hence the things"
She kicked the bag in answer to Trent's earlier question before staring at 'Jack'
"On second thoughts your eyes are softer..."
'Wait...soft, pleading, gentlemanly....oh, you have got to be kidding me...'
seconds seemed to crawl by as Phoebe's face slowly morphed from a rueful and embarrassed girl into a scowl. Being out with her brother had caused the momentary laps in he memory but now they were back full force.
Turning on her heel, a smile so forced you could practically hear it cracking she marched towards the counter to order "so Strawberry smoothy, Mint & Vanilla Ice-cream and I think I ca guess what you want Trent"
((....enveloping his form with hard, pointed projections. .....I could make so many jokes.....so many sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 6:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 7:47 pm
"Oh, and what is it that you think I want?" Trent asked. He felt like getting a grilled chicken panini and a cafe latte, but he wondered if his sister would get that right. He felt relieved when Phoebe said she wasn't fired and he was happy that she stood up for a kid, but sometimes he worried that she would do something that would land her in trouble. She was always the impulsive kind. He wondered if it was due to their father trying to force her to become a hero with her powers.
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