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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:21 pm
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"Ohh... top secret!" Vincent snickered. "This sounds so cool!"
"Will we get special badges and stuff too?" Valkyrie asked.
"Probably. It would be bad if we got thrown out by security on accident. So you want us to develop plans on our free time, and build them during the weekends? Sounds fair." Vincent smiled. "It's not like we have to study for anything."
"Yeah. Classes are simple. I wish they would teach the cool stuff, but we always have to go over everything hundreds of times for all the slow learners." Valkyrie giggled. "But anyway, back on topic, we can develop plans on our free time after school. That will give us plenty of time to actually build when it comes to the weekend."
"Still, keeping it top secret might be tricky. After all, we live in the academy dorms. So unless you want to give us a safe to put them in, then we're in a jam." Vincent said, rubbing his black fingernails through his hair.
"Well, brother, dorms aren't required. We could live in a barracks if it's that big of a problem." Valkyrie suggested.
"But sister, how will we eat and get to school everyday? We don't have a car." Vincent started with a coy smile.
". . . We can build one." She jested. "It can be shaped like a beetle."
"Why didn't I think of that?" He chuckled. "Then all we'll need is a driver's permit."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 11:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:16 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:27 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 7:46 am
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Mikhael smirked, nodding, as he heard (and sort of felt), a small clicking noise come from his rifle. almost instantaneously, he reached into the small pouch he carried at his waist with his off hand, while his gun's current magazine dropped to the ground. still laughing maniacally, though softly, he reached up with a new magazine, and felt it make contact with the outside of the gun, not going in. frustrated, he had to reposition the gun so he could watch himself insert it before returning to fire. he was slipping. his lust for imperial blood was beginning to get the better of him, and he wasnt thinking as clearly as he normally would. what happened to his normal, cold exterior? he shook his head. 'no... gotta focus...' he gripped his gun tighter, as he continued to fire at the incoming wave of soldiers.
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