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[We see nothing but darkness: A screen. Words appear in the bottom right corner as though being typed by a pair of unseen hands. A date and location is written out.]
[Jul. 1998]
[Raccoon Forest]
[The background switches to a helicopter's-eye-view of a dense forest. The night is foggy and cloudy. We eventually see the face of the pilot, though his/her identity remains unknown thanks to the flight helmet donning the skull. View swiveling about - somebody is obviously recording the scene with a camera - a voice is heard talking off-screen: females, tinged with age.]
Scarlet: We be's flying around da forest zone, situated in northwest Raccoon City, where we be's searchin' for our compatriots, Bravo Team, who disappeared during the middle of their mission.
[Background Talk:
Pilot: J.D., you haven't found it yet?
J.D.: No, not yet.]
[Changes to a very close-up picture of a television screen—it fades out to
show a woman on the news. A black and white photo of a family is shown in the upper-right hand corner, along with the tagline KILLED, Ten Families in red. The logo “RBC” is imposed on the bottom-right hand corner. As the report goes on, the picture is zoomed in on.]
Scarlet: Bizarre murder cases have recently be's occurrin' in Raccoon City. There are
outlandish reports of families bein' attacked by a group of about 10 peeps.
[Background Talk:
Reporter: And now for a special news update: the bizarre murders in our citycontinue to escalate. Words have just come in that a group of friends camping in the forest have been killed.]
[Screen changes to sepia-colored snapshots; the first is of a few small steps leading to a wooden door of a house. A trash can lies to the right of the door, and blood is spattered all over the steps. The second is of a body lying on the floor of a room. The room contains a desk, some drawers, a shelf, and a bed (which has a few flecks of blood on it). The victim appears to have been in his pajamas. We don’t see the victim’s face. The third snapshot is of his face: the right side of it is severely chewed. His eyes appear to be rolled back into his head, and there is also some blood dripping down from the top of his head.]
Scarlet: Victims were apparently eaten. Yumyum!
[Scene switches back to the helicopter flying around the forest zone.]
Scarlet: The Bravo Team be's sent in to investigate, but we lost contact. Cuz dey suck.
Pilot: [Taking off helmet to reveal that Ashowan's actually the one controlling the chopper.] Aaaaaand anybody reading this should know that it's all filler. We're just really bored out of our skulls.
Scarlet: Awwww, but I liked da drama! It was so ... dramatic!
J.D.: Bloody drama llamas ...
[The camera shifts so that Scarlet is looking dead-on at the lense. Her red-colored skin gleams dully under the moonlight.]
Scarlet: BUT we be's really bein' in the Arklay Mountains, outside o' Raccoon City, and heading towards da scene of a helicopter crash!
J.D.: [Irritated.] Somebody remind me why?
Ashowan: Because the Twilight City thread died and Windra felt responsible for it, what with the whole integration of herself in her posts. So, we're resetting. Welcome to Twilight City, Part II!
[A logo for the thread flies across the screen, out the chopper door, and beans a Davey Jones. Davey falls off the Flying Dutchman's deck with tentacles flailing every which way.
Davey Jones: THE KRAKEN!]
Scarlet: Da last one got all serious and junk, which we didn't be's wantin' in da first place! We's startin' fresh we are! AND instead of bein' restricted into one little city, the thread is expanding over worlds and dimension and blah! It looks like we be's being in Arklay, but there'll be so many doors that open to other worlds, and lotsa cameos from random charries that shouldn't even be in da Resident Evil series! Like ... like Pyramid Head!
[Screen changes to Pyramid Head standing on the forest floor. He is holding a sign that says 'Will Maim for Work'.]
Ashowan: And Orochimaru!
[Screen changes to Orochimaru sitting on a toilet with a newspaper. He looks up, notices the camera, and tries to cover himself
Orochimaru: GET THAT THING OUTTA HERE!]
[Back at the helicopter:]
J.D.: Windra swears up and down that she'll make an appearance as her old, old character Mania. We'll just be seein' about dat, eh? [Looking to Ashowan.] So what do we do now? Just kinda ... fly around?
Ashowan: Might as well get the show on the road. Sheikka!
[Camera pans on Sheikka, pointing out the side emergency doors of the helicopter.]
Sheikka: Look, Scarlet!
[The helicopter’s searchlight plays over the forest; we see a ruined
helicopter among the trees. Ashowan pilots the helicopter to the ground, where she steadies it until it lands with grace. Scarlet, J.D., and Sheikka all exit wearing S.T.A.R.S. gear: Kevlar, guns, and more Kevlar. They stalked towards the fallen Bravo helicopter with guns drawn. Ashowan remains seated in the chopper, keeping the engine revved, warmed, and ready in case an emergency getaway is needed.]
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Their footfalls were soft and slush against the grass, dew dampening the impact to make it seem less than it actually was. Shifting his wings slightly on his back, J.D. glanced over at the uniformed Scarlet with a quirked brow.
"So who's dis Bravo Team, anyways?"
"Technically, dey be's bein' part of da S.T.A.R.S. team. In this RPG thread, they could be anybody, anything, anyit. Mebbe we be's getting lucky and dey's actually bein' some characters from da other Twilight City thread!"
"And why are we followin' the Resident Evil introduction cinema by goin' to the fallen chopper?"
"Be's givin' us a way to start da ruckus, yea?"
"True ... true ... "
Sheikka kicked a rock. It flew across the clearing, banked of a tree, and hit a Cerberus in the nose so hard that it took off squealing like a little girl. "I'm rather be talkin' to da spirits righ' now, if ya know what I mean."
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News: ~August 18th 2022~ - (Old News)
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
[Through the Looking Glass] -Twilight City : PART II-
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[Through the Looking Glass] -Twilight City : PART II-
"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
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So Minimod's going to join this thread now. She's read the first Twilight City thread, and she enjoyed it immensely, and wants to join this one. So she's going to. Minimod also hopes that no one minds, really. And she's not exactly why she's talking in the third person.
It may have to do with the fact that talking in the third person is pretty cool. But Minimod digresses.
"Ehh...?"
On to the introduction!
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Zombies were fun, really, in his opinion. Kind of odd, a little too squicky sometimes, but usually good for a laugh. Except when trying to gnaw on your head. In that case, they were just annoying. Setting the zombies on fire was his usual way of getting rid of the pests. See, fire was fun too, so adding the undead and flames together was pretty much one of the best things you could come up with. Watching the living dead walk around on fire was pretty amusing.
At least, it was to Jake.
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"That was a pretty lame introduction, lady."
Oh shut up, you. Zombies are awesome, and I must get into this thread this time. You're the most normal of my characters, so I'm using you.
"Geh. I dunno, I kinda think ya should go tah bed."
Psh. Sleeping is for squares.
"Whatever, girlie."
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Annnnnnywaysss.
Jake Ashcroft, too, was heading toward the helicopter, after a rather interesting encounter between that kitten-lady and himself. For some reason, the cat-thing could talk, and she had told him there would be fire and other assorted fun things near the chopper. Of course, she might've been lying, but Jake had nothing better to do. So he had allowed the lady to transport him to wherever this was, point him in the right direction, and send him off without another word. Also without any weapons or flamethrowers of any sort. Flamethrowers were pretty awesome. But alas, the cat-lady had only yelled at him to get moving, that he'd miss meeting up with Scarlet and the others, and pushed him off toward the chopper.
Who were Scarlet and the others? That Jake didn't know.
[By the way, Minimod is fresh out of plot ideas, as she's been busy all day and is tired. So don't mind the lameness of this post? You can probably expect some grammar and spelling mistakes, too. Geesh.]
So when Jake heard voices from off to the side, he was rather surprised. Apparently the cat thing had gone and told other people about the fun things that can be found inside a crashed chopper. Like dead people. And fire. Whoohoo for fire.
"I'm rather be talkin' to da spirits righ' now, if ya know what I mean."
Jake snorted, messing with the ever-present cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth.
"Heh. I gots ciggys, if ya want 'em. Next best thing, in mah opinion." he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he casually walked along.
Maybe these people were Scarlet and the others. But actually, with Jake's luck, they'd end up being super smart zombies that could evade fire. And then Jake would be in some trouble, as he had no guns. Except for the ones attached to his torso.
[Okay, I apologize for that one. Really, I do.]
With a sigh, Jake took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. This was going to be a loooong thread.
It may have to do with the fact that talking in the third person is pretty cool. But Minimod digresses.
"Ehh...?"
On to the introduction!
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Zombies were fun, really, in his opinion. Kind of odd, a little too squicky sometimes, but usually good for a laugh. Except when trying to gnaw on your head. In that case, they were just annoying. Setting the zombies on fire was his usual way of getting rid of the pests. See, fire was fun too, so adding the undead and flames together was pretty much one of the best things you could come up with. Watching the living dead walk around on fire was pretty amusing.
At least, it was to Jake.
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"That was a pretty lame introduction, lady."
Oh shut up, you. Zombies are awesome, and I must get into this thread this time. You're the most normal of my characters, so I'm using you.
"Geh. I dunno, I kinda think ya should go tah bed."
Psh. Sleeping is for squares.
"Whatever, girlie."
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Annnnnnywaysss.
Jake Ashcroft, too, was heading toward the helicopter, after a rather interesting encounter between that kitten-lady and himself. For some reason, the cat-thing could talk, and she had told him there would be fire and other assorted fun things near the chopper. Of course, she might've been lying, but Jake had nothing better to do. So he had allowed the lady to transport him to wherever this was, point him in the right direction, and send him off without another word. Also without any weapons or flamethrowers of any sort. Flamethrowers were pretty awesome. But alas, the cat-lady had only yelled at him to get moving, that he'd miss meeting up with Scarlet and the others, and pushed him off toward the chopper.
Who were Scarlet and the others? That Jake didn't know.
[By the way, Minimod is fresh out of plot ideas, as she's been busy all day and is tired. So don't mind the lameness of this post? You can probably expect some grammar and spelling mistakes, too. Geesh.]
So when Jake heard voices from off to the side, he was rather surprised. Apparently the cat thing had gone and told other people about the fun things that can be found inside a crashed chopper. Like dead people. And fire. Whoohoo for fire.
"I'm rather be talkin' to da spirits righ' now, if ya know what I mean."
Jake snorted, messing with the ever-present cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth.
"Heh. I gots ciggys, if ya want 'em. Next best thing, in mah opinion." he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he casually walked along.
Maybe these people were Scarlet and the others. But actually, with Jake's luck, they'd end up being super smart zombies that could evade fire. And then Jake would be in some trouble, as he had no guns. Except for the ones attached to his torso.
[Okay, I apologize for that one. Really, I do.]
With a sigh, Jake took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. This was going to be a loooong thread.
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
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Iiiiiiiiiit's Minimod!
Wind = hyper.
Wind = crazy.
Wind = sleep deprived.
Wind = Awww, I luff you guys too! <3
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Sheikka and J.D. turned on a dime to witness the newcomer. Always irritable, J.D. crossed his arms and huffed. My oh my, somebody fed him a PMS pill, eh? While Windra had to run and hide as the Jersey Devil flipped shit for that wayward comment, the V-ACT bounded forth, drool lapsing out the corner of her mouth. Why? Because the word 'guns' was used ... and she thought Minimod was referring to actual boomsticks. Shame!
So to retribute for the lack of firearms, Scarlet poked at Jake's glasses with scrutiny. "Pshawww, ya look like Wesker." Glazed eyes lit up like Clinton upon meeting his secretary ... granted ... "Ya be's wantin' to play da part o' Albert Weskeeerrr? He's all big and macho and gets impaled in the end!"
Yay Tyrants.
Sheikka waved her arms about desperately to catch Jake's attention, forming the silent yell of 'Run' with her lips but ending up being tackled by a random Teletubby.
"Lala!"
"OH SHI-"
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Meanwhile, back at the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team helicopter ... Ashowan was getting pretty inventive. Having found a bundle of spray paint cans in the back of the thrumming vehicle (along with countless bumper stickers), she was left to her own devices. Paint was slathered here and there in obnoxious mixes of lights and darks. A 'Pimp My Ride' sign got smacked onto the windshield.
Eventually the half-dragon noticed the thread's camera focusing on her back. She turned and, with a crooked grin and quirked eyebrow, mused, "What? A little ghetto-izing never hurt anybody."
"But that's not ghetto!" called a voice from above. The reaper looked up in time to watch a dark-clad figure jump from the chopper's roof with a roll of duct tape.
"Oh?"
What did the tape say to the helicopter? Smack! A piece of tape was stretched across the side. Standing back, the dark-clad figure puffed out its chest proudly.
"NOW it's ghetto!"
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Iiiiiiiiiit's Minimod!
Wind = hyper.
Wind = crazy.
Wind = sleep deprived.
Wind = Awww, I luff you guys too! <3
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Sheikka and J.D. turned on a dime to witness the newcomer. Always irritable, J.D. crossed his arms and huffed. My oh my, somebody fed him a PMS pill, eh? While Windra had to run and hide as the Jersey Devil flipped shit for that wayward comment, the V-ACT bounded forth, drool lapsing out the corner of her mouth. Why? Because the word 'guns' was used ... and she thought Minimod was referring to actual boomsticks. Shame!
So to retribute for the lack of firearms, Scarlet poked at Jake's glasses with scrutiny. "Pshawww, ya look like Wesker." Glazed eyes lit up like Clinton upon meeting his secretary ... granted ... "Ya be's wantin' to play da part o' Albert Weskeeerrr? He's all big and macho and gets impaled in the end!"
Yay Tyrants.
Sheikka waved her arms about desperately to catch Jake's attention, forming the silent yell of 'Run' with her lips but ending up being tackled by a random Teletubby.
"Lala!"
"OH SHI-"
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Meanwhile, back at the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team helicopter ... Ashowan was getting pretty inventive. Having found a bundle of spray paint cans in the back of the thrumming vehicle (along with countless bumper stickers), she was left to her own devices. Paint was slathered here and there in obnoxious mixes of lights and darks. A 'Pimp My Ride' sign got smacked onto the windshield.
Eventually the half-dragon noticed the thread's camera focusing on her back. She turned and, with a crooked grin and quirked eyebrow, mused, "What? A little ghetto-izing never hurt anybody."
"But that's not ghetto!" called a voice from above. The reaper looked up in time to watch a dark-clad figure jump from the chopper's roof with a roll of duct tape.
"Oh?"
What did the tape say to the helicopter? Smack! A piece of tape was stretched across the side. Standing back, the dark-clad figure puffed out its chest proudly.
"NOW it's ghetto!"
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"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
(( Flare and Clade Btw, don't even think of trying to stick a magnet to Clade, it won't work. She is metal, but magnets don't work on her. ^^ ))
A swirl of lights that looked like someone had spun a snowglobe full of glinter pressed to the ground. As the lights and colors disappeared two felinoids stood. A white and black puma with insanily long ears dressed in battle ready clothly grinned lifting an arm to let the shotgun it held in one hand rest on its shoulder. Above the grinning muzzle a red blindfold hid the creature's eyes. A strange sword was attached to the beast's belt.
The other feline was about a foot and a half taller, the puma being roughly six foot from head to paw. The ears added about a foot, but that didn't could for the beast's body. Anyway, the other feline had dark grey fur with a black mane. It had its arms by its sides, one holding an interesting triple barrel shotgun. [Hey I thought it was a good idea]
Long black fur drapped off its arms, down the middle of its back, stomach and tail tuff. The beast wore the same battle ready pants, but didn't have anytihng over its chest. Two large blades on its back were the reason why.
"Did we just get beamed down here? asked the taller cat.
"Noped we orbed," replied the puma with a grin up at the other feline.
A brow rose on the dark feline's face staring down at the grinning mountain lion. "Seriously?" the feline asked only to get a nod, "I could have sworn we were going to get beamed down here so you could go into some weird thing. Like I wonder if..."
The black and white cut the other off, "I don't need to be beamed down here to do that!" the cat exclaimed. With a wag of tail the creature stepped forward and hit part of her vest over the heart as if hitting an intercom, "Beam me up Scotty." The dark feline shook her head as the other continued, "Kkurrr, Captain, Scotty is dead." the feline said before staggering back, "Scotty dead?! No...SCOTTY!!!" And the puma fell back landing with her shotgun across her chest in her arms. She was still grinning.
The other cat took her free to her face and ran it down over her muzzle. She took a couple steps staring down at the other creature. "Just tell me why Flare," she stated, "Why am I here? Why are you here if you're just going to get overwhelmed and be forced to drop the thread like you did last time? And why are you a cat?"
Staring up at the dark feline as best one can with a blindfold on, she responsed, "Well Clade, I haven't spent any time with you in a while, so I thought this would be a bounding experience. As for the next, yes I'll probably leave, but it will be fun till that happens," her head turned, "Sorry Windra it happens." She stuck out her tongue at the thin air she spoke too before turning back to the other cat, "I'm a feline because I just wanted to try it out. Be glad some sense came and I'm still female, though it could have been interesting."
"For who?"
"Anyone dealing with me!"
"Oh bother," said Clade rolling her dark blue eyes.
"Oh also I wanted to have a group of felines. I just felt like me and my feline friends hadn't been talking. I feel also that we might need to get some of the guys in here with us," she told letting a hand go of the gun to put it on her muzzle in thought, "What do you think? Cypress? Notch, though he's not a cat. The twins maybe? Or Zluke? Um, Phosphor? Really if I had my list I'd probably rattle off somemore..."
Clade let go a breath, "Cypress is a retard. He'd be hitting on us both. So he can use ice, maybe we'd get lucky and he'd over heat before he could do anything. Notch, uh, fire boy? I don't think he'd have anything going for him other then that. I'd say something else about him, but this isn't the time. The twins have not abilities what so ever. They'd be dead before we took a step," she paused a moment, "Who else did you say? Zluke and Phosphor? Both are as useless as the twins till you do something with them." She stared down at the creature, "Actually I'm not even sure you're the person to talk to about that..."
Flare pushed herself back to her paws getting up to stand by Clade. "Well maybe after awhile then," she said looking at the other cat, "You ready?"
The larger feline shrugged, "Yeah sure, why not."
A swirl of lights that looked like someone had spun a snowglobe full of glinter pressed to the ground. As the lights and colors disappeared two felinoids stood. A white and black puma with insanily long ears dressed in battle ready clothly grinned lifting an arm to let the shotgun it held in one hand rest on its shoulder. Above the grinning muzzle a red blindfold hid the creature's eyes. A strange sword was attached to the beast's belt.
The other feline was about a foot and a half taller, the puma being roughly six foot from head to paw. The ears added about a foot, but that didn't could for the beast's body. Anyway, the other feline had dark grey fur with a black mane. It had its arms by its sides, one holding an interesting triple barrel shotgun. [Hey I thought it was a good idea]
Long black fur drapped off its arms, down the middle of its back, stomach and tail tuff. The beast wore the same battle ready pants, but didn't have anytihng over its chest. Two large blades on its back were the reason why.
"Did we just get beamed down here? asked the taller cat.
"Noped we orbed," replied the puma with a grin up at the other feline.
A brow rose on the dark feline's face staring down at the grinning mountain lion. "Seriously?" the feline asked only to get a nod, "I could have sworn we were going to get beamed down here so you could go into some weird thing. Like I wonder if..."
The black and white cut the other off, "I don't need to be beamed down here to do that!" the cat exclaimed. With a wag of tail the creature stepped forward and hit part of her vest over the heart as if hitting an intercom, "Beam me up Scotty." The dark feline shook her head as the other continued, "Kkurrr, Captain, Scotty is dead." the feline said before staggering back, "Scotty dead?! No...SCOTTY!!!" And the puma fell back landing with her shotgun across her chest in her arms. She was still grinning.
The other cat took her free to her face and ran it down over her muzzle. She took a couple steps staring down at the other creature. "Just tell me why Flare," she stated, "Why am I here? Why are you here if you're just going to get overwhelmed and be forced to drop the thread like you did last time? And why are you a cat?"
Staring up at the dark feline as best one can with a blindfold on, she responsed, "Well Clade, I haven't spent any time with you in a while, so I thought this would be a bounding experience. As for the next, yes I'll probably leave, but it will be fun till that happens," her head turned, "Sorry Windra it happens." She stuck out her tongue at the thin air she spoke too before turning back to the other cat, "I'm a feline because I just wanted to try it out. Be glad some sense came and I'm still female, though it could have been interesting."
"For who?"
"Anyone dealing with me!"
"Oh bother," said Clade rolling her dark blue eyes.
"Oh also I wanted to have a group of felines. I just felt like me and my feline friends hadn't been talking. I feel also that we might need to get some of the guys in here with us," she told letting a hand go of the gun to put it on her muzzle in thought, "What do you think? Cypress? Notch, though he's not a cat. The twins maybe? Or Zluke? Um, Phosphor? Really if I had my list I'd probably rattle off somemore..."
Clade let go a breath, "Cypress is a retard. He'd be hitting on us both. So he can use ice, maybe we'd get lucky and he'd over heat before he could do anything. Notch, uh, fire boy? I don't think he'd have anything going for him other then that. I'd say something else about him, but this isn't the time. The twins have not abilities what so ever. They'd be dead before we took a step," she paused a moment, "Who else did you say? Zluke and Phosphor? Both are as useless as the twins till you do something with them." She stared down at the creature, "Actually I'm not even sure you're the person to talk to about that..."
Flare pushed herself back to her paws getting up to stand by Clade. "Well maybe after awhile then," she said looking at the other cat, "You ready?"
The larger feline shrugged, "Yeah sure, why not."
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Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
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"Pshawww, ya look like Wesker."
Jake swatted at Scarlet's hand, glaring at the woman from behind his sunglasses.
"Hey, hands off. These things are worth a fortune, girlie. More than yeh make in a year." Jake paused, and adjusted said glasses. "Who the hell is Wesker?"
"Ya be's wantin' to play da part o' Albert Weskeeerrr? He's all big and macho and gets impaled in the end!"
A look of terror flashed across Jake's face, although it was well hidden by his glasses. The Pyro backed up slightly, raising his arms protectively in front of him. For a moment, he considered setting Scarlet on fire, but something was telling him the woman would only enjoy that. Not to mention the fact it'd probably piss off her companions.
"Ehhh, no thanks, lady. I dun't think that bein' impaled is that fun, actually."
The Pyro only caught part of Sheikka's warning, before she got attacked by the random Teletubby. Now, as Jake was a guy from a demension where there were no crack-induced children's shows, he was freaked out. Fire raced down the lengths of his arms, shooting out at the strange creature.
FWOOSH.
Mmm. Toasty Teletubbies taste terrific.
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Meanwhile... BACK AT THE RANCH!
You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. There is actually a ranch, and it's being attacked by aliens. Aliens that like to steal the cows, and abduct little girls named Romani. Then they brainwash those little girls named Romani, stick her back at her ranch, and make you feel guilty for not helping her protect the ranch before. Even though there was a huge boulder blocking off the ranch before. But that wasn't a problem, you could've gone and blown it up with one of those nifty Goron bombs, but noooo! You were too lazy.
But that's completely besides the point.
Back somewhere near Ashowan and the mysterious dark-clad figure, there was ANOTHER mysterious figure, although it was wearing a bright orange trenchcoat and was much, much shorter. Because honestly, as much as Minimod hates to admit it, she is pretty darn short. And yes, orange is Minimod's favorite color.
The orange-clad figure approached the two, stopped a few feet short from them, and crossed her arms.
"Ehhh, ghetto? That's nothing compared to most of the shows on MTV these days." Minimod, who was indeed the orange clad figure, grinned. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in. Ya know, I couldn't let Jake have all the fun, ya know."
Minimod paused, and then fumbled around in her obnoxiously-colored trenchcoat, finally pulling out two .45 Colt Long Barrel guns, identical except for color. She waved the guns around happily.
"I had to go all the way to Gunsmoke to get these, but it was worth it." The orange-clad girl put a finger to her lips in thought. "I considered stealing Wolfwood's Cross Punisher, but I don't think I'm nearly strong enough to haul that thing around."
Shrugging, Minimod's grin returned. "Oh well. With these, those stupid zombies won't know what hit them."
Jake swatted at Scarlet's hand, glaring at the woman from behind his sunglasses.
"Hey, hands off. These things are worth a fortune, girlie. More than yeh make in a year." Jake paused, and adjusted said glasses. "Who the hell is Wesker?"
"Ya be's wantin' to play da part o' Albert Weskeeerrr? He's all big and macho and gets impaled in the end!"
A look of terror flashed across Jake's face, although it was well hidden by his glasses. The Pyro backed up slightly, raising his arms protectively in front of him. For a moment, he considered setting Scarlet on fire, but something was telling him the woman would only enjoy that. Not to mention the fact it'd probably piss off her companions.
"Ehhh, no thanks, lady. I dun't think that bein' impaled is that fun, actually."
The Pyro only caught part of Sheikka's warning, before she got attacked by the random Teletubby. Now, as Jake was a guy from a demension where there were no crack-induced children's shows, he was freaked out. Fire raced down the lengths of his arms, shooting out at the strange creature.
FWOOSH.
Mmm. Toasty Teletubbies taste terrific.
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Meanwhile... BACK AT THE RANCH!
You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. There is actually a ranch, and it's being attacked by aliens. Aliens that like to steal the cows, and abduct little girls named Romani. Then they brainwash those little girls named Romani, stick her back at her ranch, and make you feel guilty for not helping her protect the ranch before. Even though there was a huge boulder blocking off the ranch before. But that wasn't a problem, you could've gone and blown it up with one of those nifty Goron bombs, but noooo! You were too lazy.
But that's completely besides the point.
Back somewhere near Ashowan and the mysterious dark-clad figure, there was ANOTHER mysterious figure, although it was wearing a bright orange trenchcoat and was much, much shorter. Because honestly, as much as Minimod hates to admit it, she is pretty darn short. And yes, orange is Minimod's favorite color.
The orange-clad figure approached the two, stopped a few feet short from them, and crossed her arms.
"Ehhh, ghetto? That's nothing compared to most of the shows on MTV these days." Minimod, who was indeed the orange clad figure, grinned. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in. Ya know, I couldn't let Jake have all the fun, ya know."
Minimod paused, and then fumbled around in her obnoxiously-colored trenchcoat, finally pulling out two .45 Colt Long Barrel guns, identical except for color. She waved the guns around happily.
"I had to go all the way to Gunsmoke to get these, but it was worth it." The orange-clad girl put a finger to her lips in thought. "I considered stealing Wolfwood's Cross Punisher, but I don't think I'm nearly strong enough to haul that thing around."
Shrugging, Minimod's grin returned. "Oh well. With these, those stupid zombies won't know what hit them."
<center>
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
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(( OoC: I'm guilty of not reading any of the last thread, though maybe I should... anyway, I'm going to pop in here and wing it, which is probably the whole point :D Uhhh.... because I feel like it, and you never said there were no survivors at the crash!: ))
Tickticktick.
The was a rustle of movement from within the charred remains of the fallen whirly bird, sluggish, tentative and easily unnoticed.
Tickticktick.
Her head was pounding, and she smelled dried blood. Groggy, she tested the harness' strength with a tired groan, feeling for the release as she tried to gain back her senses. Goddamnit...
Tickticktick.
"Ripley!" She tugged hard on the release cable without response, and in frustration bounced her weight against the harness with an annoyed huff.
"Damn it, Ripley, answer me! Kas! Kas, you okay?"
She moved to remove her helmet with both hands, prehensile tail moving for a knife tucked lovingly away in an ankle sheath as she slipped the gear over her head, dropping it to the ground. Loki glanced around for comrades, noticing heaven and earth had switched places since she last visited them, that there was little left of the tin can she just Area 51ed what seemed like only moments ago, and found she was completely alone.
Tickticktick.
Long ears flicked and located the source of the recurring nuisance noise, that sounded very much like a hot engine cooling, at her feet. She squinted through the smoke shafts of light, simultaneously relocating the freed blade to her left hand. She stared coldly at what appeared to be a mutated oil spot.
Tickticktick.
The little shifting mass moved again, pivoting it's skull to stare right back at the pilot with shining beady eyes. It appeared to have a birds head, or at least beak, perhaps similar to a crows and perhaps the only solid appendage to it, but it's body was nothing more than a shifting, slightly iridescent blob.
"You.... You!.... YOU!"
She screeched at the creature, struggling against her restraints to swipe at it with a rolling snarl, but instead lashed her tail in an attempt to squish it when her reach was far too short.
The little blob squeaked in alarm, and melted in a fashion like stretched gum to the ground, making a slow bee line for the nearest shattered window in a creeping motion very similar to a slug, and about as fast.
"Oooooh... No you don't!"
Loki maneuvered to cut the strap tight between her legs, switching her focus back and forth from the blob as she sliced through the thick material in jerky sawing motions. The little black creature voiced nervous chittering squeaks as it inched as quickly as it could.
"Get back here you little monstrosity, or I SWEAR you won't eat for a month! KI! Get back here, damnit! Ki!" She growled in frustration, slipping the knife under the strap over her left breast and sawing furiously away from her body. Her thick banded tail wrapped around a bar at her feet just before the second strap was sliced through to keep her from falling completely, and she wriggled out of the last strap and onto her belly to follow after the escaping blob.
(See, Ki has a bad record of causing harmless malfunctions in machinery, just for kicks. Maintenance has tried everything they could think of to get rid of the slippery little devil in vain. It was only in dumb luck they found he had a taste for copper... and well... with pennies in hand, they got to know the little monster causing all their errors.
Little Ki was spoiled with left over change, and eventually got accustom to munching on pennies before and after flights to keep him on good behavior, but after the attacks had increased in frequency and severity, there was little time to feed the pet. Ki stowed away on the last flight, and he's now being blamed for the crash he didn't cause.)
Loki grunted as she dragged the rest of herself out from under the wreckage, blinking blindly in the sun light. It was then she noticed the all too familiar whirl of chopper blades in the distance and hunkered down out of sight until after she could identify the operation. S.T.A.R.S?
She clutched the knife tightly, poking her head out from behind the wreckage slowly.
(Didn't your mama ever teach you not to bring a knife to a gun fight? ShutUP)
"YO! Any one of you see a little blob with eyes squirming around here some where?"
Up until that point, she'd paid little attention to the conversation, still more focused on capturing Ki than saving her own hide, but maybe somewhere in her twisted brain, she thought she was already dead, so it didn't matter anyway. Zombies can't hurt what's already dead, right? Right! So the best thing to do now was squish Ki's non-existent brains out!
Loki grinned wickedly a the phantom sensation of thick sticky fluid running between her fingers as she fantasize mauling the poor little mutation, but before the twisted thoughts ran too far her ears picked up the last of Minimod's words.
"... those stupid zombies won't know what hit them."
"Zombies where?"
The grin spread a little more. Zombies were a much better than Ki. There were more of them to kill!
(You know you can't kill Ki... I can try...)
(( OoC: Blahblahblahblahblah.... YEY! BABBLE! 8D A2B688))
Tickticktick.
The was a rustle of movement from within the charred remains of the fallen whirly bird, sluggish, tentative and easily unnoticed.
Tickticktick.
Her head was pounding, and she smelled dried blood. Groggy, she tested the harness' strength with a tired groan, feeling for the release as she tried to gain back her senses. Goddamnit...
Tickticktick.
"Ripley!" She tugged hard on the release cable without response, and in frustration bounced her weight against the harness with an annoyed huff.
"Damn it, Ripley, answer me! Kas! Kas, you okay?"
She moved to remove her helmet with both hands, prehensile tail moving for a knife tucked lovingly away in an ankle sheath as she slipped the gear over her head, dropping it to the ground. Loki glanced around for comrades, noticing heaven and earth had switched places since she last visited them, that there was little left of the tin can she just Area 51ed what seemed like only moments ago, and found she was completely alone.
Tickticktick.
Long ears flicked and located the source of the recurring nuisance noise, that sounded very much like a hot engine cooling, at her feet. She squinted through the smoke shafts of light, simultaneously relocating the freed blade to her left hand. She stared coldly at what appeared to be a mutated oil spot.
Tickticktick.
The little shifting mass moved again, pivoting it's skull to stare right back at the pilot with shining beady eyes. It appeared to have a birds head, or at least beak, perhaps similar to a crows and perhaps the only solid appendage to it, but it's body was nothing more than a shifting, slightly iridescent blob.
"You.... You!.... YOU!"
She screeched at the creature, struggling against her restraints to swipe at it with a rolling snarl, but instead lashed her tail in an attempt to squish it when her reach was far too short.
The little blob squeaked in alarm, and melted in a fashion like stretched gum to the ground, making a slow bee line for the nearest shattered window in a creeping motion very similar to a slug, and about as fast.
"Oooooh... No you don't!"
Loki maneuvered to cut the strap tight between her legs, switching her focus back and forth from the blob as she sliced through the thick material in jerky sawing motions. The little black creature voiced nervous chittering squeaks as it inched as quickly as it could.
"Get back here you little monstrosity, or I SWEAR you won't eat for a month! KI! Get back here, damnit! Ki!" She growled in frustration, slipping the knife under the strap over her left breast and sawing furiously away from her body. Her thick banded tail wrapped around a bar at her feet just before the second strap was sliced through to keep her from falling completely, and she wriggled out of the last strap and onto her belly to follow after the escaping blob.
(See, Ki has a bad record of causing harmless malfunctions in machinery, just for kicks. Maintenance has tried everything they could think of to get rid of the slippery little devil in vain. It was only in dumb luck they found he had a taste for copper... and well... with pennies in hand, they got to know the little monster causing all their errors.
Little Ki was spoiled with left over change, and eventually got accustom to munching on pennies before and after flights to keep him on good behavior, but after the attacks had increased in frequency and severity, there was little time to feed the pet. Ki stowed away on the last flight, and he's now being blamed for the crash he didn't cause.)
Loki grunted as she dragged the rest of herself out from under the wreckage, blinking blindly in the sun light. It was then she noticed the all too familiar whirl of chopper blades in the distance and hunkered down out of sight until after she could identify the operation. S.T.A.R.S?
She clutched the knife tightly, poking her head out from behind the wreckage slowly.
(Didn't your mama ever teach you not to bring a knife to a gun fight? ShutUP)
"YO! Any one of you see a little blob with eyes squirming around here some where?"
Up until that point, she'd paid little attention to the conversation, still more focused on capturing Ki than saving her own hide, but maybe somewhere in her twisted brain, she thought she was already dead, so it didn't matter anyway. Zombies can't hurt what's already dead, right? Right! So the best thing to do now was squish Ki's non-existent brains out!
Loki grinned wickedly a the phantom sensation of thick sticky fluid running between her fingers as she fantasize mauling the poor little mutation, but before the twisted thoughts ran too far her ears picked up the last of Minimod's words.
"... those stupid zombies won't know what hit them."
"Zombies where?"
The grin spread a little more. Zombies were a much better than Ki. There were more of them to kill!
(You know you can't kill Ki... I can try...)
(( OoC: Blahblahblahblahblah.... YEY! BABBLE! 8D A2B688))
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Twilight city 1!
When we last left Juno he was escaping a ruined powerplant after a desperate atempt to restart it. Unfortunatly there was very little luck, for the entire supply had been redirected to... you guessed it. Umbrella Inc.
So currenlty he had shifted the current F.O.R.D. (Found on road, dead) truck into four wheel drive and began pumeling zed after zed with it just to get through the gate.
"Eat this BIO-TCHES!"
Hhhhheeeee-YEAH!
What in the blazes was that...?
Now the vehicle had gotten past the group of zombies and hightailed it onto the freeway. Juno had activated the whipers and cleaning fluid option for better visiabiltiy, after all, T-virus did stain.
During this time though he did manage to catch something in the review mirror, something that made his eyes go "AUGH!"
It was a floodlight, suspended about 20 feet in the air, shining directly on the back of his fleeing vehicle. There was a rythmic WHoOoooHHSSSHHH! WhoooOOoooOOoshhh! WooosSSHHH! Sound to it... and then came the sound of an automatic shattering the first plate of glass on the back window.
"Bloddy choppers!" The pirate driver blared as he serpentined to an onramp... illegally and off the freeway into the depths of the city, the chopper still in hot persuit.
Juno reached into his holister, the one on his left, where his trusty six shooter lay...
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Meanwhile...
"So... cal... Slow day at the bar?"
"You could say that, it's almost like they've forgotten about us... This place used to be really hopping, like when that red head set of an RPG."
"Yeah, but that DIDN't happen."
*SCREECHHH!*
*WooSSSsssHHHH! WOOooooSSSSHHH! WOOsssHHhhh!*
*BLAMITY BLAMITY BLAM!*
"What do you supose that was?"
"Juno must be trying to get his liscense again."
"Poor bloke."
When we last left Juno he was escaping a ruined powerplant after a desperate atempt to restart it. Unfortunatly there was very little luck, for the entire supply had been redirected to... you guessed it. Umbrella Inc.
So currenlty he had shifted the current F.O.R.D. (Found on road, dead) truck into four wheel drive and began pumeling zed after zed with it just to get through the gate.
"Eat this BIO-TCHES!"
Hhhhheeeee-YEAH!
What in the blazes was that...?
Now the vehicle had gotten past the group of zombies and hightailed it onto the freeway. Juno had activated the whipers and cleaning fluid option for better visiabiltiy, after all, T-virus did stain.
During this time though he did manage to catch something in the review mirror, something that made his eyes go "AUGH!"
It was a floodlight, suspended about 20 feet in the air, shining directly on the back of his fleeing vehicle. There was a rythmic WHoOoooHHSSSHHH! WhoooOOoooOOoshhh! WooosSSHHH! Sound to it... and then came the sound of an automatic shattering the first plate of glass on the back window.
"Bloddy choppers!" The pirate driver blared as he serpentined to an onramp... illegally and off the freeway into the depths of the city, the chopper still in hot persuit.
Juno reached into his holister, the one on his left, where his trusty six shooter lay...
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Meanwhile...
"So... cal... Slow day at the bar?"
"You could say that, it's almost like they've forgotten about us... This place used to be really hopping, like when that red head set of an RPG."
"Yeah, but that DIDN't happen."
*SCREECHHH!*
*WooSSSsssHHHH! WOOooooSSSSHHH! WOOsssHHhhh!*
*BLAMITY BLAMITY BLAM!*
"What do you supose that was?"
"Juno must be trying to get his liscense again."
"Poor bloke."
<center>
HAHA!
Among all the odd characters that were showing up left, right, and center stage - some old and some new, some recurring and some just entering for the first time ever - some real life people were showin' up! Flare popped in via wormhole (Beam me up, Scotty!); Loki emerged from the crash only to bolt after some stuff; Minimod ...
Well, Minimod ...
"Ehhh, ghetto? That's nothing compared to most of the shows on MTV these days." There stood vertically challenged Silver, decked in bright orange. Way to kill the ... ahem ... dark mood? "Hope you don't mind me dropping in. Ya know, I couldn't let Jake have all the fun, ya know."
Ashowan looked back and forth between both mods and quirked a brow. The hoodie-clad Windra bounced up and down with a spastic grin.
"I had to go all the way to Gunsmoke to get these, but it was worth it. I considered stealing Wolfwood's Cross Punisher, but I don't think I'm nearly strong enough to haul that thing around. Oh well. With these, those stupid zombies won't know what hit them."
"MINIMOD!"
ZOOM!
She came at Silver with all the speed of a derailed freight. There was no hinderance as Windra flew on ahead, only skidding to a stop about a foot in front of the shorter IRL-not-so-real person person. "Finally showing up after the first Twilight City thread died, eh? Took ya long enough. But ... " She trailed off as though losing her train of thought. Then, with pronounced vigor, added, "I'll poke you anyway!"
The cry of, "Zombies where?" didn't go unnoticed. Ashowan jerked a thumb towards the direction of the sound. "Incoming shifter."
"Loooooooooookiooooo!"
Riiiiiiiiicooolaaa!
"And Flare, somewhere ... " WIndra didn't see the blindfolded canine/feline anywhere in sight, so she cupped her mouth and started banshee-yelling, "FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
There was a pause. Her voice then went high-pitched in such a manner that t would tweak somebody's nerves in all the wrong ways.
"I'm gonna eat yer souuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllll icklekins!" Ashowan shot her alook, to which the teen shrugged with carelessness and a grin. "Whaaa? I've been shoutin' that to all the peds I drive by. Love watching em flip shit."
</truestory>
"My god, I'm surrounded by psychos."
"So since ya came from me, yer psycho too."
"Just a liiiiiiiittle more subdued."
"Oh?"
"Yep."
*Cricket*
"OKAY, no."
Windra waved a hand in the air and bounced past Minimod. With boredom boosting her step, the kid clambered onto the pimped helicopter like a monkey. Guess you learn things from your co-workers after a while. Having to climb shelves and atop ice-cream freezers to reach a box of cups is fun shit until you decide to fall flat on your -
"I can see my house from here!"
A pause. A thrum of a helicopter. A screech of a car.
"Wazzat?" Wind tilted her head and reached for a melee of any sort.
"Bonnie and Clyde, Pink-ified."
--
Unluckily for Sheikka, clothes and fur happen to be flammable. The Anubis-child ignited like a firefly in the night, or a firework on the fourth of July. J.D. scooted forward, whipped out avery long stick, jabbed a marshmallow at the end, and sat there cooking his treat while whistling a tune that was drowned in Sheikka's tantrum.
Scarlet blinked. She narrowed her dead eyes at Jake, reached off-screen, and shoved a Pikachu i his face.
"Pika!"
Yellow goodness.
"LOVEIT!"
</center>
HAHA!
Among all the odd characters that were showing up left, right, and center stage - some old and some new, some recurring and some just entering for the first time ever - some real life people were showin' up! Flare popped in via wormhole (Beam me up, Scotty!); Loki emerged from the crash only to bolt after some stuff; Minimod ...
Well, Minimod ...
"Ehhh, ghetto? That's nothing compared to most of the shows on MTV these days." There stood vertically challenged Silver, decked in bright orange. Way to kill the ... ahem ... dark mood? "Hope you don't mind me dropping in. Ya know, I couldn't let Jake have all the fun, ya know."
Ashowan looked back and forth between both mods and quirked a brow. The hoodie-clad Windra bounced up and down with a spastic grin.
"I had to go all the way to Gunsmoke to get these, but it was worth it. I considered stealing Wolfwood's Cross Punisher, but I don't think I'm nearly strong enough to haul that thing around. Oh well. With these, those stupid zombies won't know what hit them."
"MINIMOD!"
ZOOM!
She came at Silver with all the speed of a derailed freight. There was no hinderance as Windra flew on ahead, only skidding to a stop about a foot in front of the shorter IRL-not-so-real person person. "Finally showing up after the first Twilight City thread died, eh? Took ya long enough. But ... " She trailed off as though losing her train of thought. Then, with pronounced vigor, added, "I'll poke you anyway!"
The cry of, "Zombies where?" didn't go unnoticed. Ashowan jerked a thumb towards the direction of the sound. "Incoming shifter."
"Loooooooooookiooooo!"
Riiiiiiiiicooolaaa!
"And Flare, somewhere ... " WIndra didn't see the blindfolded canine/feline anywhere in sight, so she cupped her mouth and started banshee-yelling, "FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
There was a pause. Her voice then went high-pitched in such a manner that t would tweak somebody's nerves in all the wrong ways.
"I'm gonna eat yer souuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllll icklekins!" Ashowan shot her alook, to which the teen shrugged with carelessness and a grin. "Whaaa? I've been shoutin' that to all the peds I drive by. Love watching em flip shit."
</truestory>
"My god, I'm surrounded by psychos."
"So since ya came from me, yer psycho too."
"Just a liiiiiiiittle more subdued."
"Oh?"
"Yep."
*Cricket*
"OKAY, no."
Windra waved a hand in the air and bounced past Minimod. With boredom boosting her step, the kid clambered onto the pimped helicopter like a monkey. Guess you learn things from your co-workers after a while. Having to climb shelves and atop ice-cream freezers to reach a box of cups is fun shit until you decide to fall flat on your -
"I can see my house from here!"
A pause. A thrum of a helicopter. A screech of a car.
"Wazzat?" Wind tilted her head and reached for a melee of any sort.
"Bonnie and Clyde, Pink-ified."
--
Unluckily for Sheikka, clothes and fur happen to be flammable. The Anubis-child ignited like a firefly in the night, or a firework on the fourth of July. J.D. scooted forward, whipped out avery long stick, jabbed a marshmallow at the end, and sat there cooking his treat while whistling a tune that was drowned in Sheikka's tantrum.
Scarlet blinked. She narrowed her dead eyes at Jake, reached off-screen, and shoved a Pikachu i his face.
"Pika!"
Yellow goodness.
"LOVEIT!"
</center>
"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
(Juno's Radio!)
Thus guns a blazing upon Juno's shot shattered car, the driver made a desprate 270 skid into the parking garage that was built right next to Cal's Bar.
*SCreeeeeEEEeeeeEEEEeeeeeEEEE--*
Any day now...
*--EeeEEEeeeeEEEccccccHHHH*
Bingo!
And the truck zipped through the metal sliding doors and past the 18 wheeler with rose designs, to the ramp of the second floor, where Juno killed the engine.
Then came a broadcast.
"We know your in there! Come out with your hands up! You are surrounded..."
Juno had eased his car to the third ramp, the one that led to the rooftop of the garage. He held his gun and looked at it, he cursed. There was now way he was going to take something like that down with six shots. So how was he going to get them back?
The hellicoper aparrently took it's time calling for back up, becase shortly Juno's fine black kitty ears could pick up the sounds of two more of those flying devils.
Meanwhile his eyes could see the first helicopters light just starting to peek down the ramp towards him. Thus he proceded to do something really, really stupid.
He floored it.
The helicoper pilot couldn't belive what he was seeing.
In one fluid motion the truck sped up full throttle while driving up on the ramp, then it hit one of the concrete speed bumps, hopping just high enough for the tires to hit the top of the safety railing... causing the truck to pitch and roll... right on a colission couse with the helicoper.
Juno had jumped out during the first hop.
Now the helicoper wasn't directly hit, just dhinged by the 2 ton car, taking out a landing ski. This chopper just swung out, and hit it's partner...
Boom.
The third helicoper just looked in desbeilef at the sight for a few seconds, and aimed it's automatic guns at the pirate... who now was settling himself in a recently respawned black hummer.
The Helicoper panicked and flew away.
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Meanwhile.
*Crash!* *Tinkle!*
"DARNIT! That's the second one this week!" Cal roared as the explosion went of, shattering one of the tumblers in his hand. He put the glass into the sink and walked outside, surverying the recently smouldering carnage.
"You hit a helicoper with a truck!?!" He shouted, waving his fists at the nekopirate.
Juno just rolled down the window of the hummer and poked his head out.
"What? I was all out of bullets!"
Thus guns a blazing upon Juno's shot shattered car, the driver made a desprate 270 skid into the parking garage that was built right next to Cal's Bar.
*SCreeeeeEEEeeeeEEEEeeeeeEEEE--*
Any day now...
*--EeeEEEeeeeEEEccccccHHHH*
Bingo!
And the truck zipped through the metal sliding doors and past the 18 wheeler with rose designs, to the ramp of the second floor, where Juno killed the engine.
Then came a broadcast.
"We know your in there! Come out with your hands up! You are surrounded..."
Juno had eased his car to the third ramp, the one that led to the rooftop of the garage. He held his gun and looked at it, he cursed. There was now way he was going to take something like that down with six shots. So how was he going to get them back?
The hellicoper aparrently took it's time calling for back up, becase shortly Juno's fine black kitty ears could pick up the sounds of two more of those flying devils.
Meanwhile his eyes could see the first helicopters light just starting to peek down the ramp towards him. Thus he proceded to do something really, really stupid.
He floored it.
The helicoper pilot couldn't belive what he was seeing.
In one fluid motion the truck sped up full throttle while driving up on the ramp, then it hit one of the concrete speed bumps, hopping just high enough for the tires to hit the top of the safety railing... causing the truck to pitch and roll... right on a colission couse with the helicoper.
Juno had jumped out during the first hop.
Now the helicoper wasn't directly hit, just dhinged by the 2 ton car, taking out a landing ski. This chopper just swung out, and hit it's partner...
Boom.
The third helicoper just looked in desbeilef at the sight for a few seconds, and aimed it's automatic guns at the pirate... who now was settling himself in a recently respawned black hummer.
The Helicoper panicked and flew away.
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Meanwhile.
*Crash!* *Tinkle!*
"DARNIT! That's the second one this week!" Cal roared as the explosion went of, shattering one of the tumblers in his hand. He put the glass into the sink and walked outside, surverying the recently smouldering carnage.
"You hit a helicoper with a truck!?!" He shouted, waving his fists at the nekopirate.
Juno just rolled down the window of the hummer and poked his head out.
"What? I was all out of bullets!"
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Psh, dark mood. There was a dark mood?
Besides, if Juno can get away with that obnoxiously pink hair, then Minimod could surely get away with a little bit of orange.
Okay, a LOT of orange, but that's not the point.
"MINIMOD!"
With a small "eep!" of surprise, Minimod threw her arms up in front of her face, waiting for the derailed freight named Windra to crash into her. However, the other mod did not hit her, but instead screeched to a stop in front of her, still grinning.
"Finally showing up after the first Twilight City thread died, eh? Took ya long enough. But ... "
Minimod lowered her hands, and pocketed her guns, now grinning. "Well, yeah, I wanted to join, but by the time I knew the thread existed, you guys were like, three bajillion pages in, and I didn't want to barge in..." She paused, and then shrugged, scratching the back of her head.
Wow, people were coming in left and right. Minimod could hear Loki off to the side, and Windra mentioned Flare. More like screeched Flare's name loudly. In her ear.
"FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
Minimod winced, rubbing at her ears. "Heeeey, Windy, watch the ears. I'm all for Flare meeting up with us, but I kinda want to be able to hear my music later." Minimod chuckled at this, searching through her pockets once more.
After a few seconds, she found what she was looking for, and pulled it out, with a small noise of excitement. There it was, Minimod's pride and joy, her brand new orange iPod, with nerdy Final Fantasy stickers pasted all over it. The proud mod waved it at Windra, then hugged it to her chest, still giggling.
"I luffffssss it soooo." she mumbled, petting it.
This little show of obsession pretty much took up all of Minimod's attention, until Windra moved past her climbing on top of the helicopter and excaliming she could see her house. Minimod blinked, and then coughed, realizing what she was doing. Shrugging, she put the iPod back in her pocket and then leaned against the helicopter, glancing around.
The noise of Juno's driving was pretty loud... Minimod grinned, knowing her own driving wasn't anything to brag about, and then yawned.
"Sooo. What are we doing first? Finding Flare and Loki?"
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"Pika!"
Jake's eyes widened to the point where they were in danger of popping out of his head, and shrieked like a little girl.
"AHHHHHHHWHATTHEHELLISTHATGETITOFFMEEEEE!"
The devilish little yellow creature was attempting to hug his face, and Jake was not a huggy person. Especially when the thing in question was scary as hell and yellow. However, as previously mentioned before, Jake had never seen Earth television, and was severely freaked out. So of course, he didn't know that electric pokemon aren't affected greatly by fire attacks.
[Also, if Minimod had been there at the moment, she would've snatched up that Pikachu and hugged it to death, something she has dreamed of doing since she was ten.]
Jake tried to set the yellow rat on fire, but it didn't like that too much, and decided to electrocute him. With a screech, Jake buzzed around for a minute, and then finally tossed the Pikachu off his face.
That proved to be too much for the poor guy, and he fainted.
But before he hit the ground, he mumbled something that sounded like, "...friggin' orange lady..."
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Minimod blinked, hearing the Pyro's disgruntled mumble through the mind link she had open with him, and then giggled.
"Heheh. Windra, I think Scarlet just elctrocuted Jake with a Pikachu." The mod snorted, running a hand through blonde hair that just reached the middle of her neck. "He fainted too. What a wuss."
Minimod pushed off from the side of the chopper she was leaning on, and cupped her hands around her mouth, readying herself for a shout.
"FLARE! LOKI! GET YER BUTTS OVER HERE, I WANNA SHOOT SOME ZOMBEHS ALREADY!"
Besides, if Juno can get away with that obnoxiously pink hair, then Minimod could surely get away with a little bit of orange.
Okay, a LOT of orange, but that's not the point.
"MINIMOD!"
With a small "eep!" of surprise, Minimod threw her arms up in front of her face, waiting for the derailed freight named Windra to crash into her. However, the other mod did not hit her, but instead screeched to a stop in front of her, still grinning.
"Finally showing up after the first Twilight City thread died, eh? Took ya long enough. But ... "
Minimod lowered her hands, and pocketed her guns, now grinning. "Well, yeah, I wanted to join, but by the time I knew the thread existed, you guys were like, three bajillion pages in, and I didn't want to barge in..." She paused, and then shrugged, scratching the back of her head.
Wow, people were coming in left and right. Minimod could hear Loki off to the side, and Windra mentioned Flare. More like screeched Flare's name loudly. In her ear.
"FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
Minimod winced, rubbing at her ears. "Heeeey, Windy, watch the ears. I'm all for Flare meeting up with us, but I kinda want to be able to hear my music later." Minimod chuckled at this, searching through her pockets once more.
After a few seconds, she found what she was looking for, and pulled it out, with a small noise of excitement. There it was, Minimod's pride and joy, her brand new orange iPod, with nerdy Final Fantasy stickers pasted all over it. The proud mod waved it at Windra, then hugged it to her chest, still giggling.
"I luffffssss it soooo." she mumbled, petting it.
This little show of obsession pretty much took up all of Minimod's attention, until Windra moved past her climbing on top of the helicopter and excaliming she could see her house. Minimod blinked, and then coughed, realizing what she was doing. Shrugging, she put the iPod back in her pocket and then leaned against the helicopter, glancing around.
The noise of Juno's driving was pretty loud... Minimod grinned, knowing her own driving wasn't anything to brag about, and then yawned.
"Sooo. What are we doing first? Finding Flare and Loki?"
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"Pika!"
Jake's eyes widened to the point where they were in danger of popping out of his head, and shrieked like a little girl.
"AHHHHHHHWHATTHEHELLISTHATGETITOFFMEEEEE!"
The devilish little yellow creature was attempting to hug his face, and Jake was not a huggy person. Especially when the thing in question was scary as hell and yellow. However, as previously mentioned before, Jake had never seen Earth television, and was severely freaked out. So of course, he didn't know that electric pokemon aren't affected greatly by fire attacks.
[Also, if Minimod had been there at the moment, she would've snatched up that Pikachu and hugged it to death, something she has dreamed of doing since she was ten.]
Jake tried to set the yellow rat on fire, but it didn't like that too much, and decided to electrocute him. With a screech, Jake buzzed around for a minute, and then finally tossed the Pikachu off his face.
That proved to be too much for the poor guy, and he fainted.
But before he hit the ground, he mumbled something that sounded like, "...friggin' orange lady..."
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Minimod blinked, hearing the Pyro's disgruntled mumble through the mind link she had open with him, and then giggled.
"Heheh. Windra, I think Scarlet just elctrocuted Jake with a Pikachu." The mod snorted, running a hand through blonde hair that just reached the middle of her neck. "He fainted too. What a wuss."
Minimod pushed off from the side of the chopper she was leaning on, and cupped her hands around her mouth, readying herself for a shout.
"FLARE! LOKI! GET YER BUTTS OVER HERE, I WANNA SHOOT SOME ZOMBEHS ALREADY!"
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
”I’d really like to pet Cypress though. He’s got really nice fur,” said the puma to the other cat who just let out a breath.
”I’m pretty sure that would be a bad idea,” she replied, ”Maybe put him under collar and leash if you bring him? Or turn him into a cub. That would be the best idea. You’d get to cuddle with him without worry and then send him away.”
The white and black nodded her head, ”Not a bad idea Clade, not a bad idea.”
"FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
Suddenly an ear-splitting screech reached the mountain lion. Her fur went on end as she whimpered. The shotgun fell to the ground as her black hands pulled at her long ears. The feline shift seemed to melt, her muzzle elongating, body shifting, tails growing out from the cut hole in her armored pants. Two flowing fox tails tipped with black were fully fluffed out. The green draconic tail between them rested limp next to her leg. Retractable claws lost their name ability. Her muzzle was replaced with the long and graceful one of her breed as she fell over onto the ground. The creature’s right footpaw twitched.
Clade stared down at the foxdragon still clutching her ears. The metal infused feline had only felt a slight discomfort, but her ears were not monsters like the canine’s. ”And those things just keep getting longer…” she said shaking her head with a tsk-tsk.
A black-furred hand rose as the blindfolded creature glared at the standing feline pointing a finger at her. ”Oh you hate me? Is that so?” asked Clade squatting down. A hand grabbed the shotgun that had fell to the floor, ”You can’t hate me, ‘cause that means you hate yourself. I’ve caused you no trouble. Plus you love me, we both know it. I’m a great tale, though you need to figure out which one to go with.” Flare crossed her arms over her chest. There was a smile across her muzzle. The feline shifted both guns to one hand and took one of the foxdragon’s which was lifted up. With aid, both got back to their paws.
”WINDRA! DON’T DO THAT!” she yelled hands cupped about her muzzle, ”MY EARS AREN’T FOR SHOW!” But it was too late another voice chimed in.
FLARE! LOKI! GET YER BUTTS OVER HERE, I WANNA SHOOT SOME ZOMBEHS ALREADY!"
”GAH!” exclaimed the foxdragon throwing her hands in the air, ”I’m just goin’ ta turn these auds down.”
”I was beginnin’ to wonder why you weren’t going to in the first place.” said Clade with a smirk as she was shot a look. Taking her gun from the feline who just flickered an ear Flare stuffed it into the holster on her back.
”We should have stolen Khar’s bike before we came,” she told and got a nod, ”Oh well…I’m bored now.”
”Same, should we get goin’?
”Sure.”
Both took off running from where they were down to where they were summoned. ”I’ma goin’ to loosse.” said the foxdragon in a quick high voice. Clade laughed and nodded pulling ahead. By the time they got insight of the other’s Clade had Flare tossed over her shoulder one hand supporting her and the other still holding her…no she’d tossed the gun when she picked up the foxdragon. She did not have any bullets anyway. [Someone forgot to draw a thing of slugs <<’]
The battle armored foxdragon lifted her head a little, she was panting heavily. ”I…hate…runnin’!”
”You lost.”
”Yep. Runnin’ bad!”
”Do I look like I like running?”
”Yes?”
”Wrong.”
”I know.” *grin*
”Ready to try this again?” both creatures looked back at the others, ”Hmm…”
”Hey is that Minimod? And j00 said Loki?”
”I’m pretty sure that would be a bad idea,” she replied, ”Maybe put him under collar and leash if you bring him? Or turn him into a cub. That would be the best idea. You’d get to cuddle with him without worry and then send him away.”
The white and black nodded her head, ”Not a bad idea Clade, not a bad idea.”
"FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
Suddenly an ear-splitting screech reached the mountain lion. Her fur went on end as she whimpered. The shotgun fell to the ground as her black hands pulled at her long ears. The feline shift seemed to melt, her muzzle elongating, body shifting, tails growing out from the cut hole in her armored pants. Two flowing fox tails tipped with black were fully fluffed out. The green draconic tail between them rested limp next to her leg. Retractable claws lost their name ability. Her muzzle was replaced with the long and graceful one of her breed as she fell over onto the ground. The creature’s right footpaw twitched.
Clade stared down at the foxdragon still clutching her ears. The metal infused feline had only felt a slight discomfort, but her ears were not monsters like the canine’s. ”And those things just keep getting longer…” she said shaking her head with a tsk-tsk.
A black-furred hand rose as the blindfolded creature glared at the standing feline pointing a finger at her. ”Oh you hate me? Is that so?” asked Clade squatting down. A hand grabbed the shotgun that had fell to the floor, ”You can’t hate me, ‘cause that means you hate yourself. I’ve caused you no trouble. Plus you love me, we both know it. I’m a great tale, though you need to figure out which one to go with.” Flare crossed her arms over her chest. There was a smile across her muzzle. The feline shifted both guns to one hand and took one of the foxdragon’s which was lifted up. With aid, both got back to their paws.
”WINDRA! DON’T DO THAT!” she yelled hands cupped about her muzzle, ”MY EARS AREN’T FOR SHOW!” But it was too late another voice chimed in.
FLARE! LOKI! GET YER BUTTS OVER HERE, I WANNA SHOOT SOME ZOMBEHS ALREADY!"
”GAH!” exclaimed the foxdragon throwing her hands in the air, ”I’m just goin’ ta turn these auds down.”
”I was beginnin’ to wonder why you weren’t going to in the first place.” said Clade with a smirk as she was shot a look. Taking her gun from the feline who just flickered an ear Flare stuffed it into the holster on her back.
”We should have stolen Khar’s bike before we came,” she told and got a nod, ”Oh well…I’m bored now.”
”Same, should we get goin’?
”Sure.”
Both took off running from where they were down to where they were summoned. ”I’ma goin’ to loosse.” said the foxdragon in a quick high voice. Clade laughed and nodded pulling ahead. By the time they got insight of the other’s Clade had Flare tossed over her shoulder one hand supporting her and the other still holding her…no she’d tossed the gun when she picked up the foxdragon. She did not have any bullets anyway. [Someone forgot to draw a thing of slugs <<’]
The battle armored foxdragon lifted her head a little, she was panting heavily. ”I…hate…runnin’!”
”You lost.”
”Yep. Runnin’ bad!”
”Do I look like I like running?”
”Yes?”
”Wrong.”
”I know.” *grin*
”Ready to try this again?” both creatures looked back at the others, ”Hmm…”
”Hey is that Minimod? And j00 said Loki?”
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
With a loooong sigh, Kat decided that it was time to get out of retirement, well not really retirement but everyone darn well knew what the writer mean.
Aka Kat had been causin' hell in da Smurf's mind.
A deep rumbling echoed across the landscape as Kat motored into the area on a jet black futuristic bike. The thing was smooth as all get out. Along side it ran a wolf just as black as the bike, but with a single marking over his chest. That would be Wolf, a very large, very much agressive, almost 200lbs long tooth sharp clawed wolf-dog mix. Kat pulled the front of the bike into a single wheeled ride, showing off for all that she really cared.
Finally she came to a couple of downed trees, gunning the bike as the motor roared she jumped up into the air and did a superman over the bike without even touching the controls only to come down in a kan-kan, landing on the foot rest of the left side of the bike.
(From somewhere we see a young writer sitting in a chair roll her eyes and mutter 'show off')
With a skid in the dirt, kicking it up at as many people as she could, Kat stopped her bike and looked at everyone through a dark tinted helmet. The bio-suit she wore clung to ever curve of her body, giving her a lethal look as her muscle structure flexed beneith it.
The bad gir-erm, wolf of the group, had just shown up.
Looking around, Kat had two M.Y.M.'s hanging from her sides, (M.Y.M. means Meet Your Maker), also known as K-12's. Along with this was a utility belt that slung down way over her waist curving downwards with her body.
"So." She said, not bothering to take the helmet off, nor her army jacket that she wore. "I hear you guys have some zombie's to kill." Wolf stood by her side, his head easily stood above her waist, Wolf was a big boy for all he was only part wolf. Kat had no idea what he was part otherwise.
For a moment Kat seemed to look around, only to look down at her utility belt. "Only problem is though..." She said and then swore violently (for which was not written out due the the writer not knowing the limit on violence and language of the thread). "Unfortunately upon leaving the confines of the insanity of, well you know what I mean, I am out of ammo."
For a moment she stood there until she took her helmet off, long brown hair tied back with leather reaching down below her waist slung out, she smiled, her teeth feral. "Sort of."
And with that, so as not to ruin the humorous nature of this thread, the bike Kat was upon fell over only to land on her legs and pin her to the ground.
"I hate you" Said Kat into thin air as Wolf growled in agreement.
Aka Kat had been causin' hell in da Smurf's mind.
A deep rumbling echoed across the landscape as Kat motored into the area on a jet black futuristic bike. The thing was smooth as all get out. Along side it ran a wolf just as black as the bike, but with a single marking over his chest. That would be Wolf, a very large, very much agressive, almost 200lbs long tooth sharp clawed wolf-dog mix. Kat pulled the front of the bike into a single wheeled ride, showing off for all that she really cared.
Finally she came to a couple of downed trees, gunning the bike as the motor roared she jumped up into the air and did a superman over the bike without even touching the controls only to come down in a kan-kan, landing on the foot rest of the left side of the bike.
(From somewhere we see a young writer sitting in a chair roll her eyes and mutter 'show off')
With a skid in the dirt, kicking it up at as many people as she could, Kat stopped her bike and looked at everyone through a dark tinted helmet. The bio-suit she wore clung to ever curve of her body, giving her a lethal look as her muscle structure flexed beneith it.
The bad gir-erm, wolf of the group, had just shown up.
Looking around, Kat had two M.Y.M.'s hanging from her sides, (M.Y.M. means Meet Your Maker), also known as K-12's. Along with this was a utility belt that slung down way over her waist curving downwards with her body.
"So." She said, not bothering to take the helmet off, nor her army jacket that she wore. "I hear you guys have some zombie's to kill." Wolf stood by her side, his head easily stood above her waist, Wolf was a big boy for all he was only part wolf. Kat had no idea what he was part otherwise.
For a moment Kat seemed to look around, only to look down at her utility belt. "Only problem is though..." She said and then swore violently (for which was not written out due the the writer not knowing the limit on violence and language of the thread). "Unfortunately upon leaving the confines of the insanity of, well you know what I mean, I am out of ammo."
For a moment she stood there until she took her helmet off, long brown hair tied back with leather reaching down below her waist slung out, she smiled, her teeth feral. "Sort of."
And with that, so as not to ruin the humorous nature of this thread, the bike Kat was upon fell over only to land on her legs and pin her to the ground.
"I hate you" Said Kat into thin air as Wolf growled in agreement.
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After taking a quick look around, Loki had crawled back inside the mangled bird to continue her search for Ki. She'd wriggled into a particularly tight spot near the remains of the choppers tail only a short while before her sensitive ears were assaulted. Having been lucky enough to not have been paying attention when Zed squealed at Minimod's arrival, the shrill creeching was unfortunately very unexpected.
"FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
Loki bucked sharply, trying to bring her hands to her ears, only to hit her head hard on some twisted bit of metal above her with a low hiss at the stinging pain. She groaned, curling in on herself with ears backed and covered. She checked the sore spot for blood habitually after a moments hesitation, feeling around with a grimace, but was pleased to find no trace of the dark life fluid on her gloved hand.
She growled lightly at the burning sensation, and the fact she'd yet to locate the little black mutation she blamed for the crash. Wriggling around quickly, she repositioned herself to crawl out head first the way she came in, and reabsorbed herself into the task of finding Ki after the conversation died down, only for her hearing to be abused yet again, but this time by a voice not quite so high pitched, but just as loud, if not more so.
"FLARE! LOKI! GET YER BUTTS OVER HERE, I WANNA SHOOT SOME ZOMBEHS ALREADY!"
She bucked again, as if instinctively raising to look at the source, and banged her head on another low bit piece of twisted metal in nearly the same spot as before. She growled, holding ringing ears, and once again habitually feeling around the spot of impact for blood. She frowned as her gloved had came away red, and rubbed the spot as if to try and sooth the angry throbbing.
She crouched low this time, momentarily forgetting about Ki, and making hastily for an exit. She crawled out the side of the chopper, maneuvering to climb the busted machine and perch haphazardly at the top near the twisted and shattered blades. She glared at Zed and Minimod from her vantage with a prominent frown, looking for all the word like a pissed off mutation of cockatiel with feathers and fur slightly fluffed as she held the bumps on her head with one hand.
"I swear... if any of you ever do that again, I'll gut you both." Loki threatened with multicolored eyes narrowed and tail lashing as if to punctuate her words, though how lightly they could be taken was yet to be known.
She straightened a little as she caught Flare's approach, lowering her arm and perking white tipped ears in interest. She eyed the darker cat, unable to place a name on the beast, but nodded at Flare in acknowledgment with a grin and a small wave, only to be distracted by the rumble from a future-hog not too far off.
She eyed the creature creation from a land called Smurf for a few long and silent moments, and then her eyes widened slightly, mouth dropping a little as the girls name registered in her brain. "Oh dear god.... not another one...." She groaned tiredly, and, as much fun as it would be to watch, silently hoped that they would not come across Nakia'taka during this little adventure. She took a long, deep breath to collect herself, and jumped off the chopper, landing close by the opposite side she'd emerged from.
She stood there for a moment, and then looked down with a devilish grin, tail moving swiftly and before Ki could escape again. The prehensile appendage curled ruthlessly around Ki's form, wrapping tightly around his beak to ensure he'd not wiggle loose. "There you are..." She cooed, her voice smooth but holding a dangerous edge. Her tail wrapped into a knot so tight Ki's eyes bubbled from their sockets and dripped over the shape shifter's scales. The little thing could feel no pain, but it was certainly very uncomfortable anyway. He'd not loose any part of himself, but it would take a while for the bits to find their proper places again.
This all happened as Loki turned around and started walking toward Zed and Minimod with her head turned to watch as the bike fell on Kat, so it may have gone unnoticed by most, not that it'd matter too much. She stopped only a few feet away from Zed and Minimod, still watching Kat for a short time longer, before redirecting her attention at the aforementioned WindraZed, fending off an impending tackle-glomp with hands before her as if trying to shield herself from the enthusiastic hug.
"Er... no..."
She flicked an ear. Definitely not the touchy-feely type. Humm.
"Where to?"
After taking a quick look around, Loki had crawled back inside the mangled bird to continue her search for Ki. She'd wriggled into a particularly tight spot near the remains of the choppers tail only a short while before her sensitive ears were assaulted. Having been lucky enough to not have been paying attention when Zed squealed at Minimod's arrival, the shrill creeching was unfortunately very unexpected.
"FLAAAARE! Where you at?!"
Loki bucked sharply, trying to bring her hands to her ears, only to hit her head hard on some twisted bit of metal above her with a low hiss at the stinging pain. She groaned, curling in on herself with ears backed and covered. She checked the sore spot for blood habitually after a moments hesitation, feeling around with a grimace, but was pleased to find no trace of the dark life fluid on her gloved hand.
She growled lightly at the burning sensation, and the fact she'd yet to locate the little black mutation she blamed for the crash. Wriggling around quickly, she repositioned herself to crawl out head first the way she came in, and reabsorbed herself into the task of finding Ki after the conversation died down, only for her hearing to be abused yet again, but this time by a voice not quite so high pitched, but just as loud, if not more so.
"FLARE! LOKI! GET YER BUTTS OVER HERE, I WANNA SHOOT SOME ZOMBEHS ALREADY!"
She bucked again, as if instinctively raising to look at the source, and banged her head on another low bit piece of twisted metal in nearly the same spot as before. She growled, holding ringing ears, and once again habitually feeling around the spot of impact for blood. She frowned as her gloved had came away red, and rubbed the spot as if to try and sooth the angry throbbing.
She crouched low this time, momentarily forgetting about Ki, and making hastily for an exit. She crawled out the side of the chopper, maneuvering to climb the busted machine and perch haphazardly at the top near the twisted and shattered blades. She glared at Zed and Minimod from her vantage with a prominent frown, looking for all the word like a pissed off mutation of cockatiel with feathers and fur slightly fluffed as she held the bumps on her head with one hand.
"I swear... if any of you ever do that again, I'll gut you both." Loki threatened with multicolored eyes narrowed and tail lashing as if to punctuate her words, though how lightly they could be taken was yet to be known.
She straightened a little as she caught Flare's approach, lowering her arm and perking white tipped ears in interest. She eyed the darker cat, unable to place a name on the beast, but nodded at Flare in acknowledgment with a grin and a small wave, only to be distracted by the rumble from a future-hog not too far off.
She eyed the creature creation from a land called Smurf for a few long and silent moments, and then her eyes widened slightly, mouth dropping a little as the girls name registered in her brain. "Oh dear god.... not another one...." She groaned tiredly, and, as much fun as it would be to watch, silently hoped that they would not come across Nakia'taka during this little adventure. She took a long, deep breath to collect herself, and jumped off the chopper, landing close by the opposite side she'd emerged from.
She stood there for a moment, and then looked down with a devilish grin, tail moving swiftly and before Ki could escape again. The prehensile appendage curled ruthlessly around Ki's form, wrapping tightly around his beak to ensure he'd not wiggle loose. "There you are..." She cooed, her voice smooth but holding a dangerous edge. Her tail wrapped into a knot so tight Ki's eyes bubbled from their sockets and dripped over the shape shifter's scales. The little thing could feel no pain, but it was certainly very uncomfortable anyway. He'd not loose any part of himself, but it would take a while for the bits to find their proper places again.
This all happened as Loki turned around and started walking toward Zed and Minimod with her head turned to watch as the bike fell on Kat, so it may have gone unnoticed by most, not that it'd matter too much. She stopped only a few feet away from Zed and Minimod, still watching Kat for a short time longer, before redirecting her attention at the aforementioned WindraZed, fending off an impending tackle-glomp with hands before her as if trying to shield herself from the enthusiastic hug.
"Er... no..."
She flicked an ear. Definitely not the touchy-feely type. Humm.
"Where to?"
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[OoC: To set the record straight so that we can prevent some disagreements, this is a tomfoolery thread. Similar to the Festival, there is no regulated posting order, though some might evolve as groups converge IC-wise. If your character is solo, don't bother waiting for a reply if you don't wanna. If you happen to be interacting with somebody else and awaiting their response, it is hoped that you wait before posting, but that doesn't mean you have to.
Also, don't worry about language or content. I'm aware that some younger kiddies attend the board, but if you ever watch a zombie flick ... especially stuff that involves Tom Savini's work ... do you see any censorship with language or violence? No worries.
Voila!
<3 for all of ya.]
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"I swear ... if any of you ever do that again, I'll gut you both."
"You love us anyway."
Windra offered a joking grin at the death glares she and Minimod were on the receiving end of. My, wasn't somebody walking the periphery between nuisance and companion? It was a feeling she was used to. Watching Loki leave the chopper's roof, she followed suit. Bemusement spread across her face when a revved motorbike pillaged the locale. She was surprised to see the rider's identity (an emotion reflected by Ashowan's simple tilting of the skull) and guffawed loudly. Flare's appearance with one of her many "fursonas" only made the teen laugh harder. An affluent clap of the hands forewarned the next humored statement.
"The peanut gallery is all here!"
Ashowan ticked off the various people with her fingers. "Loki, Windra, Flare, Silver ... It's like a mod squad minus you," she pointed at Clade, "me - "
THUD! Kat's motorbike fell on top of her. That had to hurt.
" - and Dupree ... "
Worlds away, Joe Russo sued a role player for copyright infringement.
"Y'alright?" called Ashowan. She stepped towards the she-wolf (well aware of the lupine companion but more concerned with the 'owner' right now), kneeled over, grabbed the bike by seat and handlebars, and pulled.
Windra rolled her eyes at the sight. "She always does that," mused she on the reaper's incessant need to help out somebody in need. At the core, though, the role player knew she'd be doing the same ... though Ashowan's bike-lifting would rip her arms from their ball-and-socket joints in two milliseconds flat. Ah well. She looked at Loki and Flare, gawking at the strange forms they took on.
"Loki's all 'raur' and Flare ... since when were you a feline?" A mock-pout. "Minimod and I are the only humans here - 'cept Sho but she's half-dragon half-dead and doesn't count." Moments went by as the girl absorbed into self-contemplation. Finally she rewarded Minimod with a sidelong glance that reeked deviance. "I wanna try sumthin'," she announced while rubbing her palms together. "I've had a few characters and beasties stashed in my head for a while now. If Loki and Flare can change shape, maybe I can too."
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The shockery of PIkachu was friggin' hilarious! Scarlet lapsed into insane laughter so much that she was forced to hold her sides, not from any pain but from the feeling of misuse. When she finally became aware of the world around again, the V-ACT took note that J.D. was looming over Sheikka and poking her repeatedly with a very long stick. The Pikachu bolted, deciding it would be better to get the hell out of here instead of sticking around to see what else blew up.
The fleeing of the electrical mouse kick-started some inane drive within the Juggernaut. A fragment of Windra's history, personality, mind and favorites filtered into her brain and took root. Scar acted on it. Spinning rapidly, the red-skinned fae vanished behind a wall of spinning wind and appeared a second later dressed in a black tee-shirt, white pants, black boots and gloves, and a white tee-shirt with a red 'R' emblazoned across the front. She held her hands in the air triumphantly, as somebody would when making a declaration to the world.
"To protect da world from devastation!"
Haha, Team Rocket.
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[OoC: To set the record straight so that we can prevent some disagreements, this is a tomfoolery thread. Similar to the Festival, there is no regulated posting order, though some might evolve as groups converge IC-wise. If your character is solo, don't bother waiting for a reply if you don't wanna. If you happen to be interacting with somebody else and awaiting their response, it is hoped that you wait before posting, but that doesn't mean you have to.
Also, don't worry about language or content. I'm aware that some younger kiddies attend the board, but if you ever watch a zombie flick ... especially stuff that involves Tom Savini's work ... do you see any censorship with language or violence? No worries.
Voila!
<3 for all of ya.]
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"I swear ... if any of you ever do that again, I'll gut you both."
"You love us anyway."
Windra offered a joking grin at the death glares she and Minimod were on the receiving end of. My, wasn't somebody walking the periphery between nuisance and companion? It was a feeling she was used to. Watching Loki leave the chopper's roof, she followed suit. Bemusement spread across her face when a revved motorbike pillaged the locale. She was surprised to see the rider's identity (an emotion reflected by Ashowan's simple tilting of the skull) and guffawed loudly. Flare's appearance with one of her many "fursonas" only made the teen laugh harder. An affluent clap of the hands forewarned the next humored statement.
"The peanut gallery is all here!"
Ashowan ticked off the various people with her fingers. "Loki, Windra, Flare, Silver ... It's like a mod squad minus you," she pointed at Clade, "me - "
THUD! Kat's motorbike fell on top of her. That had to hurt.
" - and Dupree ... "
Worlds away, Joe Russo sued a role player for copyright infringement.
"Y'alright?" called Ashowan. She stepped towards the she-wolf (well aware of the lupine companion but more concerned with the 'owner' right now), kneeled over, grabbed the bike by seat and handlebars, and pulled.
Windra rolled her eyes at the sight. "She always does that," mused she on the reaper's incessant need to help out somebody in need. At the core, though, the role player knew she'd be doing the same ... though Ashowan's bike-lifting would rip her arms from their ball-and-socket joints in two milliseconds flat. Ah well. She looked at Loki and Flare, gawking at the strange forms they took on.
"Loki's all 'raur' and Flare ... since when were you a feline?" A mock-pout. "Minimod and I are the only humans here - 'cept Sho but she's half-dragon half-dead and doesn't count." Moments went by as the girl absorbed into self-contemplation. Finally she rewarded Minimod with a sidelong glance that reeked deviance. "I wanna try sumthin'," she announced while rubbing her palms together. "I've had a few characters and beasties stashed in my head for a while now. If Loki and Flare can change shape, maybe I can too."
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The shockery of PIkachu was friggin' hilarious! Scarlet lapsed into insane laughter so much that she was forced to hold her sides, not from any pain but from the feeling of misuse. When she finally became aware of the world around again, the V-ACT took note that J.D. was looming over Sheikka and poking her repeatedly with a very long stick. The Pikachu bolted, deciding it would be better to get the hell out of here instead of sticking around to see what else blew up.
The fleeing of the electrical mouse kick-started some inane drive within the Juggernaut. A fragment of Windra's history, personality, mind and favorites filtered into her brain and took root. Scar acted on it. Spinning rapidly, the red-skinned fae vanished behind a wall of spinning wind and appeared a second later dressed in a black tee-shirt, white pants, black boots and gloves, and a white tee-shirt with a red 'R' emblazoned across the front. She held her hands in the air triumphantly, as somebody would when making a declaration to the world.
"To protect da world from devastation!"
Haha, Team Rocket.
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"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
Clade stared at the human as she was pointed at.
"I liked that movie," chimed the foxdragon before the feline could say anything. Grey arms lifted the shorter canine off her shoulder. Black foot-paws hit the ground and the canine tilted her head to either side popping her neck. Her tails were out behind her, well the fox ones were the dragon one just hung back. The dark feline on the other hand was watching Kat and wolf like a hawk. She'd even took a step back, blue-gray claws of metal slipping from her finger tips.
Lifting a hand the foxdragon took a step, pointing at Windra, "Technically I can't shift, only feral and anthro," she informed, "I'm supposed to be just a foxdragon. It has been thrown in the air on whether or not I am part kitsune, but has never be confirmed. So at the moment what was...had been would be the influence of a certain anime as of late." The pointing hand raised to the foxdragon's muzzle as she coughed, "Transformation jitsu." Her hand dropped form her muzzle as she crossed her arms with a grin across her face. [if I was a Narutard hand signs would be thrown, but I don't know them. I'm saved!]
Long ears turned, actually they'd been flickering with a paranoid twitch. Blindfolded head turned back on the feline anthro she'd brought with her. Those long ears fell back as she was met with a half snarl. Clade was still stepping back very slowly. Her black tufted tail swaying behind her irritated. The two blades on her back were still pressed in rest position on her back.
The foxdragon's ears perked back up as she closed the distance she'd open between them. The maned cat looked down at the blindfolded canine who looked up at her. Nothing was said verbally, but anyone who cared could see that the feline was posed. The black fur that traveled her spine was on end along with that on her chest and shoulders.
After a moment of both beasts staring at one another, Clade closed her dark blue eyes leaving the dark line of where her lids met and the two markings that drifted into her cheek as the only sign of her eyes. Her maned head looked away. A black hand of the foxdragon went to the feline's furry shoulder before she turned back looking at the others through her red blindfold. Wolf may only be a half-breed, but the large canine was enough. It was the smell of Kat that made it worse and the irony at that.
"Loki you sure you can't use a glomp?"
((I got to this point then went fizzle...wheee))
"I liked that movie," chimed the foxdragon before the feline could say anything. Grey arms lifted the shorter canine off her shoulder. Black foot-paws hit the ground and the canine tilted her head to either side popping her neck. Her tails were out behind her, well the fox ones were the dragon one just hung back. The dark feline on the other hand was watching Kat and wolf like a hawk. She'd even took a step back, blue-gray claws of metal slipping from her finger tips.
Lifting a hand the foxdragon took a step, pointing at Windra, "Technically I can't shift, only feral and anthro," she informed, "I'm supposed to be just a foxdragon. It has been thrown in the air on whether or not I am part kitsune, but has never be confirmed. So at the moment what was...had been would be the influence of a certain anime as of late." The pointing hand raised to the foxdragon's muzzle as she coughed, "Transformation jitsu." Her hand dropped form her muzzle as she crossed her arms with a grin across her face. [if I was a Narutard hand signs would be thrown, but I don't know them. I'm saved!]
Long ears turned, actually they'd been flickering with a paranoid twitch. Blindfolded head turned back on the feline anthro she'd brought with her. Those long ears fell back as she was met with a half snarl. Clade was still stepping back very slowly. Her black tufted tail swaying behind her irritated. The two blades on her back were still pressed in rest position on her back.
The foxdragon's ears perked back up as she closed the distance she'd open between them. The maned cat looked down at the blindfolded canine who looked up at her. Nothing was said verbally, but anyone who cared could see that the feline was posed. The black fur that traveled her spine was on end along with that on her chest and shoulders.
After a moment of both beasts staring at one another, Clade closed her dark blue eyes leaving the dark line of where her lids met and the two markings that drifted into her cheek as the only sign of her eyes. Her maned head looked away. A black hand of the foxdragon went to the feline's furry shoulder before she turned back looking at the others through her red blindfold. Wolf may only be a half-breed, but the large canine was enough. It was the smell of Kat that made it worse and the irony at that.
"Loki you sure you can't use a glomp?"
((I got to this point then went fizzle...wheee))
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As Flare and Clade came running in, the foxdragon draped over the other feline's shoulder, Minimod laughed, her hands finding their way to her hips. It was a rather amusing picture, but honestly, it looked like something right out of Minimod's actual life. Not that she had much of a life, anyway. The point is, running sucks. Yesyes.
"Hey is that Minimod? And j00 said Loki?"
"Yeeeeahah! It be me, the one and only Minimod." the mod stuck a dashing pose. "And I thinks Loki should be around here somewhere..."
"I swear... if any of you ever do that again, I'll gut you both."
"Awww, speak of the devil! Loki!" Silver folded her arms, sticking out her tongue. "Oh, you know you'd miss us."
Off to the side, Kat went through her tricks on the motorbike, and Minimod watched, mouth open. As soon as the wolf girl stopped in front of them, said mod squealed and clapped her hands, eyes on the motorcycle.
"Duuuude! I SO wanna try that!"
[by the way, motorbikes + Minimod = deadeded pancake thing. no touchie.]
"Loki, Windra, Flare, Silver ... It's like a mod squad minus you,"
Silver flipped around to face Ashowan so fast she almost fell over. The Mod Squad? Okay, best name ever. With a broad grin, Minimod began to dig through her pockets again, pulling out a Sharpie. She then pulled one of the guns out of her pocket and scribbled "The Mod Squad Rawks" on the side of it. This only took seconds, and by the time Ashowan had finished with " - and Dupree ... ", she was finished and the gun was away.
"Hey! I love that movie!" Minimod chuckled. "Seven Different Types of Smoke. Ohyes."
"Minimod and I are the only humans here - 'cept Sho but she's half-dragon half-dead and doesn't count."
Nodding in agreement, Silver frowned and crossed her arms. "Yeah, no kidding. All I gots is this awesome orange trenchcoat, and these kick ass guns. I don't have any animal-y stuff."
At this point, Windra glanced over at Minimod with a devious look in her eye, and announced she was going to try to change, too. Silver wanted to try, too, and was going to, when Flare spoke, making an obvious reference to Naruto. Minimod had to restrain herself from glomping the foxdragon, and instead, went through the hand signs for Chidori.
"Muahahah. I'm a nerd, oh yes I am." the mod said, looking rather proud.
Minimod then remembered about the transforming, and then crossed her arms once more, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out in concentration. For a minute she was quiet, with an intense look of focus on her face. And then...
POP.
The vertically challenged mod opened her eyes, and glanced around. Nothing had seemed to change... She patted herself down, and froze when she reached the top of her head.
"Aw, dammit!" Minimod exclaimed, feeling the large grey kitten ears on top of her head. "I was going for something a little more intimidating than that. Sheesh."
Newly formed ears twitching, Silver glared at the ground, mumbling.
"All the zombies are gonna think I'm just a cute little girly girl now, and they'll go straight for me. Stupid Anani, she probably made those appear. I know she's a little pissed at not being in this thread..."
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When Jake opened his eyes, Scar was gone. For the few seconds that she had disappeared, the Pyro thanked all the gods he could think of, glad that the crazy lady had went away. And then she came back, and Jake stopped in the middle of his thanks, changing quickly to cussing the gods out instead.
But then he noticed her outfit...
What the hell?
[About ten minutes away, Minimod was having a spazzy fangirl attack, hugging a small James doll tightly... <3 to James. xD]
Jake backed up, his eyebrows rising so high that they vanished under his mop of hair. He was about to comment, but frowned instead. An urge to join her was rising... a very strong urge. A small noise got his attention, a shimmery sort of sound, and when he looked down, he noticed he was wearing the same outfit as Scarlet...
Forgetting all about his previous "wtf-ness", Jake jumped into place next to her, and pulled a rose out of nowhere, holding it to his face.
"To unite all peoples within our nation!"
Off to the side, a Meowth waited patiently for the end of the motto...
"Hey is that Minimod? And j00 said Loki?"
"Yeeeeahah! It be me, the one and only Minimod." the mod stuck a dashing pose. "And I thinks Loki should be around here somewhere..."
"I swear... if any of you ever do that again, I'll gut you both."
"Awww, speak of the devil! Loki!" Silver folded her arms, sticking out her tongue. "Oh, you know you'd miss us."
Off to the side, Kat went through her tricks on the motorbike, and Minimod watched, mouth open. As soon as the wolf girl stopped in front of them, said mod squealed and clapped her hands, eyes on the motorcycle.
"Duuuude! I SO wanna try that!"
[by the way, motorbikes + Minimod = deadeded pancake thing. no touchie.]
"Loki, Windra, Flare, Silver ... It's like a mod squad minus you,"
Silver flipped around to face Ashowan so fast she almost fell over. The Mod Squad? Okay, best name ever. With a broad grin, Minimod began to dig through her pockets again, pulling out a Sharpie. She then pulled one of the guns out of her pocket and scribbled "The Mod Squad Rawks" on the side of it. This only took seconds, and by the time Ashowan had finished with " - and Dupree ... ", she was finished and the gun was away.
"Hey! I love that movie!" Minimod chuckled. "Seven Different Types of Smoke. Ohyes."
"Minimod and I are the only humans here - 'cept Sho but she's half-dragon half-dead and doesn't count."
Nodding in agreement, Silver frowned and crossed her arms. "Yeah, no kidding. All I gots is this awesome orange trenchcoat, and these kick ass guns. I don't have any animal-y stuff."
At this point, Windra glanced over at Minimod with a devious look in her eye, and announced she was going to try to change, too. Silver wanted to try, too, and was going to, when Flare spoke, making an obvious reference to Naruto. Minimod had to restrain herself from glomping the foxdragon, and instead, went through the hand signs for Chidori.
"Muahahah. I'm a nerd, oh yes I am." the mod said, looking rather proud.
Minimod then remembered about the transforming, and then crossed her arms once more, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out in concentration. For a minute she was quiet, with an intense look of focus on her face. And then...
POP.
The vertically challenged mod opened her eyes, and glanced around. Nothing had seemed to change... She patted herself down, and froze when she reached the top of her head.
"Aw, dammit!" Minimod exclaimed, feeling the large grey kitten ears on top of her head. "I was going for something a little more intimidating than that. Sheesh."
Newly formed ears twitching, Silver glared at the ground, mumbling.
"All the zombies are gonna think I'm just a cute little girly girl now, and they'll go straight for me. Stupid Anani, she probably made those appear. I know she's a little pissed at not being in this thread..."
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When Jake opened his eyes, Scar was gone. For the few seconds that she had disappeared, the Pyro thanked all the gods he could think of, glad that the crazy lady had went away. And then she came back, and Jake stopped in the middle of his thanks, changing quickly to cussing the gods out instead.
But then he noticed her outfit...
What the hell?
[About ten minutes away, Minimod was having a spazzy fangirl attack, hugging a small James doll tightly... <3 to James. xD]
Jake backed up, his eyebrows rising so high that they vanished under his mop of hair. He was about to comment, but frowned instead. An urge to join her was rising... a very strong urge. A small noise got his attention, a shimmery sort of sound, and when he looked down, he noticed he was wearing the same outfit as Scarlet...
Forgetting all about his previous "wtf-ness", Jake jumped into place next to her, and pulled a rose out of nowhere, holding it to his face.
"To unite all peoples within our nation!"
Off to the side, a Meowth waited patiently for the end of the motto...
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
There wasn't much to say about it other then the fact that Kathryn and Wolf were getting impatient. As Ashowan helped get the bike off of Kat, Kat simply replied with a gruff noise that was suppose to be a word of gratitude while Wolf simply continued to growl. He was under-used of the late so he was just a 'little' fidgety. Looking around, Kathryn's eyes caught the Team Rocket thing going on and she was sorely tempted....
Pulling up her K-12 she aimed at a tree next to the two who had decided to play games. Pulling the trigger a silver-blue build up started to accumulate at the end of the barrel for a moment a small bead of plasma seemed to hang in the air just in front of the gun until it blasted out with a stream of dark light. The little bead hit the tree, smashing into it. For a moment, all there was, was a small little hole until the tree blew apart from the inside out. Plasma spurted out from the cracks first then the tree, bark and wood burning, landed in ever single direction.
"First, I just remembered these things don't exactly use normal 'ammo'. Second, Finish that motto and I swear that you'll be next!" Kat then looked at her gun, a wide sharp-toothed grin on her face. "I didn't know that's what these did! Kick ass! The future is hell, but it has rockin' toys!"
Lookin' around Kat moved over to her motor cycle and pressed a section of the stream line metal that it was made of. The panel made itself obvious with a few control keys on the inside. Pressing a certain sequence of buttons, three rectangular pieces of metal ejected themselves from the bike. They were each about four inches long and an inch and a half thick. Pressing a second series the bike suddenly seemed to fall apart tiny piece by tiny piece, streaming into the three containers until there was nothing left of the bike. Strapping the three containers onto her belt Kat set a hand on her hip and looked with a "Do you really wanna argue with me?" look while Wolf just kept growling at her side.
"Yeah... anyways, what was this about zombies? I'm freakin' frustrated like no tomorrow and I want to kick some zombie's non-existant ass. Rotting flesh may not taste good, but at least it's something I can rip apart."
(Smurf says: Don't mind her, she's a lot of talk, I haven't seen her walk the wa-*Get's brained over the head by a heavy object*... uhhh *sees stars* No nevermind be afraaaid, be very afraaaid.)
(Smurf also apologizes for length of posteh, but Kat is too impatient to sit still long enough >>; )
Pulling up her K-12 she aimed at a tree next to the two who had decided to play games. Pulling the trigger a silver-blue build up started to accumulate at the end of the barrel for a moment a small bead of plasma seemed to hang in the air just in front of the gun until it blasted out with a stream of dark light. The little bead hit the tree, smashing into it. For a moment, all there was, was a small little hole until the tree blew apart from the inside out. Plasma spurted out from the cracks first then the tree, bark and wood burning, landed in ever single direction.
"First, I just remembered these things don't exactly use normal 'ammo'. Second, Finish that motto and I swear that you'll be next!" Kat then looked at her gun, a wide sharp-toothed grin on her face. "I didn't know that's what these did! Kick ass! The future is hell, but it has rockin' toys!"
Lookin' around Kat moved over to her motor cycle and pressed a section of the stream line metal that it was made of. The panel made itself obvious with a few control keys on the inside. Pressing a certain sequence of buttons, three rectangular pieces of metal ejected themselves from the bike. They were each about four inches long and an inch and a half thick. Pressing a second series the bike suddenly seemed to fall apart tiny piece by tiny piece, streaming into the three containers until there was nothing left of the bike. Strapping the three containers onto her belt Kat set a hand on her hip and looked with a "Do you really wanna argue with me?" look while Wolf just kept growling at her side.
"Yeah... anyways, what was this about zombies? I'm freakin' frustrated like no tomorrow and I want to kick some zombie's non-existant ass. Rotting flesh may not taste good, but at least it's something I can rip apart."
(Smurf says: Don't mind her, she's a lot of talk, I haven't seen her walk the wa-*Get's brained over the head by a heavy object*... uhhh *sees stars* No nevermind be afraaaid, be very afraaaid.)
(Smurf also apologizes for length of posteh, but Kat is too impatient to sit still long enough >>; )
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
Ironic as it was, was the one who was kicking butt at the moment. After debating with Cal over damage costs and who would pay for the damage with lawers known as "Mr. Fist" and "Admeral Shotgun." Everything was settled... save for one thing.
"Where the heck is everyone!?!" Juno yelled. Looking around the parking lot and over the edges.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh..." Came the sound of a zombie walking in the distance.
"No, not you Tom..."
"Uuuunnngggghhhhh...."
"I don't care if you lost to a mysterious box!"
"Uuunnngggghhhhh...."
"Wait, Timmy fell in a well?"
"Uuuunnnnngggghhhh...."
"Rosebud's the name of his sled!?!"
"Uuunnngggghhhh...."
"Thanks Tom. I feel this conversation has been about 2 minutes of my life that I'll never get back. Now if you excuse me I have people to find."
And with that he hopped in to the 18 wheeler and peeled out, which is a pretty hard feat to do in a hualing truck. His destination? Find anyone he knew... the first stop? The commercial district.
"Where the heck is everyone!?!" Juno yelled. Looking around the parking lot and over the edges.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh..." Came the sound of a zombie walking in the distance.
"No, not you Tom..."
"Uuuunnngggghhhhh...."
"I don't care if you lost to a mysterious box!"
"Uuunnngggghhhhh...."
"Wait, Timmy fell in a well?"
"Uuuunnnnngggghhhh...."
"Rosebud's the name of his sled!?!"
"Uuunnngggghhhh...."
"Thanks Tom. I feel this conversation has been about 2 minutes of my life that I'll never get back. Now if you excuse me I have people to find."
And with that he hopped in to the 18 wheeler and peeled out, which is a pretty hard feat to do in a hualing truck. His destination? Find anyone he knew... the first stop? The commercial district.
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[OoC: Sorry Loki, I needs to post ]
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Scarlet followed up Jake's strangeness by striking up a secondary pose. The blatantly obvious green spherical earrings made their appearance in the V-ACT's virtually nonexistent ears. And though she lacked the flaming red hair, her bleached blond locks were tied back into a crudely short ponytail.
In the meantime, Windra spazzed out and glomped Team Rocket in general. Guess somebody else idolized them ...
"To denounce da evils of truth n' luff!"
J.D. groaned. He took the opportunity to sit on top of a writhing Sheikka, crossing his legs and supporting his chin with an arm whose elbow rested upon one twisted knee. "I vote her off da island."
"GEROFF!"
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Ashowan blinked at Kat's reaction, paying little to no heed to the growling canine at her side. The reaper offered little more than a shrug at the disconcerting display of temperaments. It couldn't be helped too much, could it? Besides, she was being summoned -
"Hey dead girl, over here!"
Blinking, the reaper spun on her heel to stalk towards the RP-er made material. "What'dya say 'bout my momma?"
Windra cackled. "Oh master of aliases I am in need of your humble opiniooooooooonion!" An onion appeared out of nowhere to land on Kat's head. "I'ma change shape. Tell me what ya think, yea?"
"Fire at will." A commensive wave of the hand set the roleplayer off.
Narutard, ahoy!
"Hinge!"
Poof! A cloud of smoke billowed around Windra's form, hiding her from view for a brief amount of time. When the mess cleared, the girl's figure was replaced with one of a young child. She had to be no older than 13. Decked with brown hair and hazel eyes, the newcomer was no different than the original, albeit shorter and dressed a little more normally (blue jeans and a greay tee with 'Guardians of Paradise' written on the back above a large red eastern dragon). Ashowan stared with a very empty expression.
"I remember that character ... "
"As well ya should. She was the genesis of yer being." A grin that was too huge for such a young face. "Rowan Naton. Main character of a Resident Evil fanfiction I wrote when I was only 13. Got a lot of good reviews about it. The story spawned two sequels, one of which was never finished and never will be." She purred. "Rowan was my attempt to integrate myself into a video game thing."
"So I'm assuming she took a hero role?"
"Mostly. I planned on her dying in the end."
"You don't have a very positive outlook on life, do you?"
"Life is like boarding the Titanic. The party is fun while it lasts, but sooner or later yer hitting that iceberg and down goes the ship."
Ashowan laughed. "What else ya got?"
"I've been saving this one for a rainy day," smirked the RPer. Another Naruto technique summoned another cloud of smoke. When it dissipated, there lay a sight that made the Grim Reaper shudder honestly. Windra took on the form of a feminine monster that was, by all means, an emaciated mess of bone and skin. Eyes were blindfolded and jaws covered by an anti-bite mask that wrapped around her skull. Arms, elongated and rail-thin, handcuffed in chains behind her. Hair was spined, black, and slicked back with dried blood. Needles jutted along her spinal column, adding a menacing effect to a demon well over 6' tall.
"Mania," Ashowan hissed with disgust.
"Oh?" Windra tilted her misshapen head, speaking despite the metal concealing her jaws. "You recognize it?"
"Yeah. Back when you were all - " The reaper made a flurry of hand gestures to indicate something that happened in the past. Windra nodded, seeing without eyes. "It haunted your mind for months and still lurks now. For a while, Mania vanished completely. She's been struggling to come back and I keep having to boot her from your skull. She causes way too much damage to you, Wind."
"That's you givin' her the boot?"
A brief nod was added to Ashowan's firm, "Don't take on Mania's form, Wind. Why not ... go as yourself, but change outfits or something?"
"Eh?" Windra paused, thoughtfulness crossing her malformed expression. Amusement lingered there along with revelation. Multiple Hinges followed the initial suggestion in which Windra returned to her normal state but changed clothes each time. First there was the Naruto outfit, then the ANBU uniform ... Finally she blipped to a R.P.D. (Raccoon Police Department) uniform and stayed that way, looking smug.
"Me likes." She patted her empty weapon holsters. "Now where're my boomsticks?"
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[OoC: Sorry Loki, I needs to post
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Scarlet followed up Jake's strangeness by striking up a secondary pose. The blatantly obvious green spherical earrings made their appearance in the V-ACT's virtually nonexistent ears. And though she lacked the flaming red hair, her bleached blond locks were tied back into a crudely short ponytail.
In the meantime, Windra spazzed out and glomped Team Rocket in general. Guess somebody else idolized them ...
"To denounce da evils of truth n' luff!"
J.D. groaned. He took the opportunity to sit on top of a writhing Sheikka, crossing his legs and supporting his chin with an arm whose elbow rested upon one twisted knee. "I vote her off da island."
"GEROFF!"
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Ashowan blinked at Kat's reaction, paying little to no heed to the growling canine at her side. The reaper offered little more than a shrug at the disconcerting display of temperaments. It couldn't be helped too much, could it? Besides, she was being summoned -
"Hey dead girl, over here!"
Blinking, the reaper spun on her heel to stalk towards the RP-er made material. "What'dya say 'bout my momma?"
Windra cackled. "Oh master of aliases I am in need of your humble opiniooooooooonion!" An onion appeared out of nowhere to land on Kat's head. "I'ma change shape. Tell me what ya think, yea?"
"Fire at will." A commensive wave of the hand set the roleplayer off.
Narutard, ahoy!
"Hinge!"
Poof! A cloud of smoke billowed around Windra's form, hiding her from view for a brief amount of time. When the mess cleared, the girl's figure was replaced with one of a young child. She had to be no older than 13. Decked with brown hair and hazel eyes, the newcomer was no different than the original, albeit shorter and dressed a little more normally (blue jeans and a greay tee with 'Guardians of Paradise' written on the back above a large red eastern dragon). Ashowan stared with a very empty expression.
"I remember that character ... "
"As well ya should. She was the genesis of yer being." A grin that was too huge for such a young face. "Rowan Naton. Main character of a Resident Evil fanfiction I wrote when I was only 13. Got a lot of good reviews about it. The story spawned two sequels, one of which was never finished and never will be." She purred. "Rowan was my attempt to integrate myself into a video game thing."
"So I'm assuming she took a hero role?"
"Mostly. I planned on her dying in the end."
"You don't have a very positive outlook on life, do you?"
"Life is like boarding the Titanic. The party is fun while it lasts, but sooner or later yer hitting that iceberg and down goes the ship."
Ashowan laughed. "What else ya got?"
"I've been saving this one for a rainy day," smirked the RPer. Another Naruto technique summoned another cloud of smoke. When it dissipated, there lay a sight that made the Grim Reaper shudder honestly. Windra took on the form of a feminine monster that was, by all means, an emaciated mess of bone and skin. Eyes were blindfolded and jaws covered by an anti-bite mask that wrapped around her skull. Arms, elongated and rail-thin, handcuffed in chains behind her. Hair was spined, black, and slicked back with dried blood. Needles jutted along her spinal column, adding a menacing effect to a demon well over 6' tall.
"Mania," Ashowan hissed with disgust.
"Oh?" Windra tilted her misshapen head, speaking despite the metal concealing her jaws. "You recognize it?"
"Yeah. Back when you were all - " The reaper made a flurry of hand gestures to indicate something that happened in the past. Windra nodded, seeing without eyes. "It haunted your mind for months and still lurks now. For a while, Mania vanished completely. She's been struggling to come back and I keep having to boot her from your skull. She causes way too much damage to you, Wind."
"That's you givin' her the boot?"
A brief nod was added to Ashowan's firm, "Don't take on Mania's form, Wind. Why not ... go as yourself, but change outfits or something?"
"Eh?" Windra paused, thoughtfulness crossing her malformed expression. Amusement lingered there along with revelation. Multiple Hinges followed the initial suggestion in which Windra returned to her normal state but changed clothes each time. First there was the Naruto outfit, then the ANBU uniform ... Finally she blipped to a R.P.D. (Raccoon Police Department) uniform and stayed that way, looking smug.
"Me likes." She patted her empty weapon holsters. "Now where're my boomsticks?"
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"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
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