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 Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:57 am
(( Can do))
Phoebe sat cross legged, her desert fork sticking out of the side of her mouth.
The game had gone pretty evenly up to this point but now it seemed as if she was loosing. She took another stab at a slice of cake, humming as she debated her next move. It didn't really help but with the alcohol buzzing around her system eating some more cake seemed like a good idea.
"You know..." the blue haired woman paused for a second, moving her knight away from Vincent's queen "I think your cheating!" From a strong start Phoebe was now down to only three pieces and Vincent still had far to many for her liking.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:01 am
"Me? Cheat? Never." He replied. Moving his piece to kill her king. "I win." He replied. "Well, rules are rules. You could kiss me now, or play me again and kiss me later."
((If later, just skip games until she's drunk enough.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:21 am
Crowded as always, Serene felt uncomfortable being around many unknown faces, even though she only goes outside during battle, she is still not used to it. "Good, we have a lot to carry back..." She said to Coil, looking at some shops to buy things for her 'hobby' at the same time. As they continued walking down the pavement, Serene spotted a craft shop that could be of her use after walking pass the sabotaged donut shop. She'll come back for it later, right now she'll need to get to the supermarket. The place was already visible when she was at the donut shop, the supermarket is the one she visits regularly, only because it is the one closest to her home.
"Destination reached... " Serene quickly went to pick up one of the carts and went to the shelves without hesitation. She bought the items as she would do regularly, big bottles of water enough for a month, cup noodles for emergency situations, soap, and other miscellaneous items. In a few minutes the cart was full of items stacked up very neatly, Serene went to the cashier. Her money were funds used to repair the library, and what she have collectedd before she came to Verone, since no one visits the library anymore, she sees no reason to keep it. After she paid, she gave half of the carriage to Coil. "I would've used my shadow to carry it, but today we've attracted to much attention... too much."
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:31 am
Phoebe scowled and wrinkled her nose, examining the chess bored, how had he managed to do that? Pushing her empty glass across the table towards him she shook her head wildly "We're going again I don't fully trust that you didn't cheat!"
Placing her cake plate aside Phoebe set the board up again, a look of sheer determination on her face.
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Giggle. Thats currently all Phoebe could do. Her forehead was resting on the table as she nursed her once again empty glass in her lap.
Several games had passed, each one resulting in the girl becoming more and more tipsy. She raised her head eyeing what was left of the cake "Do you ever wonder.." Phoebe stopped in mid sentence devolving into a fit of giggles "do you ever wonder what kind of cake you would be?"
The blue haired woman looked up at Vincent, her face flushed a light pink from the alcohol invading her already weakened blood stream. "I think it would be a rather sad life..." She scooped one of her captured pawns off the table and moved it around the board aimlessly. "everybody loves cake and yet...we murder it"
((Hurray for sheer gibberish....sadly I am rather like this when drunk...-.-; ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:40 am
"Me? A cake?" He asked, completely sober. He had gotten tipsy at one point, but because of his consecutive wins, the only alcohol in him was the occasional shot. He was surprised how much she could hold, and he wondered whether or not he wanted to collect when she was drunk or sober. 'Why not both?' He thought to himself wickedly. "I don't think I would be a cake, but you... you would be a strawberry cake, just like that one." he said, lifting her and carrying her to the bed room. "Can I have a taste?" He asked her, laying her on the bed and crawling beside her.
((Really? lol. I've never actually been drunk before. I don't like the taste of alcohol. ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:10 am
Phoebe's face glowed scarlet as she rolled over, prodding vincent lightly in the forehead "I'm not a cake though so therefore I am not edi--eda...!" Another round of giggles was followed by her rolling over again and wrapping her arms around Vincent's arm "I'm not food"
She picked up one of his hands and rubbed her cheek against it still laughing
"You have very soft hands" here eyes focusing (as much as they could) on his face "I think you would be a coffee cake...all politicians like coffee don't they?"
Leaning up Phoebe licked his cheek playfully pouting "Nope...you defiantly taste like a human" It was safe to say the older Kyle was rather odd when tipsy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:16 am
"Oh really? I told you I was human." He asked, kissing her lips. "Definitely strawberry." He told her. "So since you're cake, I'll eat you." he said, licking her neck before nibbling it intimately.
((Probably should jump ahead. >.< ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:24 am
(( and this is the part where we should just jump ahead in time -grabs a clock and starts moving the hands forward-))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:29 am
((Yep. All those time zones and daylight savings times and stuff. Btw, when I get off in like, about 30 minutes, I won't be back until a lot later. Just so you know.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 6:19 am
Frostbite
As Ransom exited the store (Respectively leaving his money on the desk) and left, heading home to ultimately pack to leave the city. Quite frankly, he had enough of the fighting amongst the factions and the thought of sudden death didn't appeal to him. Upon arriving to his dorm he grabbed his belongings and ultimately grabbed his ticket for the plane, soon leaving the city permanently.
(Kinda unorthodox, but this shall be ransom's exit from the the story.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 7:15 am
Artificial Flavored Cheese
There she went into the compartment in her closet and pulled out her mask and trench coat. She put them on, which ultimately hid her feminine features. Can't have anyone knowing Soundscreech is a female can we? And with that, she headed down where the commotion was. Atop a building, she noted that the fight ha finished upon her arrival, leaving rubble in their wake.
Soundscreech kept a solemn look on their face, scaling the buildings on her way home, but not without stopping at the drugstore. Zaine knew she could probably sneak into the restroom and hide the mask and cloak for a few seconds to get some throat and headache medicine.
Once she arrived at the drugstore, she stood on the building across the street and noted that A woman opened the door, and Soundscreech made the realization that she was behind the science of Barbus. Soundscreech was rather informed about the two villainous factions. Soundscreech crossed the street to get a closer look inside. Staying in the shadows of the drugstore, Soundscreech peered in, noting a member that she knew was a Barbus member named Hemo, and another male he was rather unfamiliar with that was.......
Paralyzed? Soundscreech thought as 'his' eyes peered at the door. It was soon that 'he' walked in front of the building, smirking at the fact that the entire front of the building is lined with window-like material, and pulling out a sword with holed lining the center. Soundscreech swung and opened 'his' mouth, emitting a piercing noise that shattered all of the glass inward. "Heh." Soundschreech said, though his voice being deeper was really just a result of sound manipulation.
(OOC: Thankyou for filling me in on VolteEdge, Coil, and Serene!
And Np ~ I hope you guys don't mind me joining you at the drugstore ^.^)
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 9:05 am
Animeprincess_9400 Candi looked genuinely surprised to be called smart, especially by Chrome of all people. She'd let it go to her head, but sounding smart was the last thing she wanted. Maintaining a smile as she mentally swore at herself, Candi gave her reply. "Thankies! ...As for your sitch, that might, like, totally be it." Of course that was it! Well, that, and Chrome was a total stalker. "I can't really think of any real fixies to your prob, but, like, I hope you get your man if it means anything." She gave a simple shrug. Lilith had absolutely no intentions of joining any of the factions, nor did she really like any of them. But that didn't mean she had to be unpleasant, now did it? (If Chrome were from Barbus, though, she would probably be as pissy at her as she could get away with. Lilith was still fairly bitter about their schemes destroying her precious lab.)
Chrome sighed dreamily, clasping her hands together. "Yes. I shall have him. We shall be together forever and ever till the end of time" And as though snapping back to reality, she said, "Oh crap. I need to keep looking for that girl. I have info on Barbus she might be interested in. Hey, do you know about her? Lilith Ahlberg? That's her mansion right there. I don't imagine a lot of people coming by here anymore since this place kinda lost value sometime ago." She wasn't about to say it was because of a faction battle though. "And boss said he found some flash drive. Must be blueprints and all. He got really interested in her after opening it. I just hope he wasn't interested in that way! If that's the case, she can't have him without first seeing my fist in her face!", she puffed angrily towards the end. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
VoltEdge ate a lot of the candies but not as much as Serene and Coil did. She was far too busy admiring the way the fabrics of her new clothes fell around her body as comfortable (and even more so) than the previous tattered one she'd been wearing since her escape from the facility. The black sleeveless top and gray shorts were okay to her. The gloves and socks (and other accessories) were more just to emulate how her old clothes felt like. The dress sure won't be missed though. She wandered around the library, wide-eyed, waiting for the two to return. Of course, electricity and books weren't the best mix but she got around okay. The towering piles didn't come crashing down and panic her, at least. She opened some of them that were easy to take, flipping page after page for pictures of dragons and knights and princesses and sceneries. The illustrations got her fascinated though she could not understand the texts.
((OOC: Got my nets back, guys! =D ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:33 pm
Trent went into his dorm and went over to his closet. He opened it and moved some stuff before pulling out a hard suitcase that looked just like an ordinary suitcase on the outside. In it was his costume, so he always kept it hidden under other things as far in the closet as he could get it.
"This is all I need" he said.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:10 am
The little that the boy needed to carry along was a pleasant surprise. Traveling light was, for it's many benefits, a rule of thumb. With them back in the car, they headed straight for headquarters. It was not a pretty sight when they did arrive. Not that the area was meant to attract visitors, but never had anyone intended glass shards and disorganization to take over the warehouse. Number Four remained seated and working.
"Mason," one of the clones in the guise of the gent started, but the other one stopped him with a nudge. It was no longer worth it. They could shout all day at the childish apparition, but even Armand had no hope for him, and thus they gave up. Boredom would kill him again, few of them had decided. Abandoning any scolding, they revealed Trent amongst their numbers.
"We have brought Trent Kyle. Phoebe was-"
"Taken." It was Armand himself who spoke, and he looked horrible. He looked ready to either yell or cry out, or both, but evidently lacked the energy for either. His shirt and trousers were rustled up from the woeful position he had been in. The man winced when the shard of a lightbulb caught one of his toes while he was walking to the table. The rest of his steps left a faint trail of blood, till he managed to pull the shard out and sit down.
"Nine and Eight will find 'em. They're not at the enemy base, it's somewhere private," he spoke slowly but with certainty. Armand's long fingers proceeded to rub the tiredness from his eyes, but only seemed to leave it worse off. "Trent? Nice to meet you," the man spoke without looking up from the papers on the table, and yawned wide. "I'm the Gent, and everyone... But the ghost, is also the Gent." It always sounded weird to say that. Surely though the boy had already seen the clones, and understood.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:39 am
"I see. So they're all you" Trent commented. He put down the suitcase. "So what is then plan?" he asked.
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