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| Namira | Jul 11 2011, 05:39 PM Post #1 |
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With a string of obscenities best left untranslated, Gabriella Gracie executed a double-leg takedown on the blue skinned alien in front of her, a spray of spit flying into the air. Assuming the full mount position astride the Spitter's chest, Gabriella proceeded to pound its face into jelly with a series of crushing punches, continuing to rain blows down upon it until there was little more than mush where once had been ...well, something like a face anyway. Gabriella assumed so. She'd been a little bit too pissed off to pay much attention and the unfortunate alien had been a convenient target. Sitting up and rising onto her knees, Gabriella gave the green slush coating her gloves a cursory glance and then stood, her breathing only slightly disrupted from her spate of alien-murdering. This was some bullshit. In the middle of an office building she'd never seen before - grey corridor after grey corridor, taken RIGHT in the middle of her favourite past-time (beating people up) and now she was apparently some sort of alien-fighting babysitter!? It made her furious just thinkin about it, and Gabriella's fury was to anger what hand grenades were to snowball fights. And her so-called 'partner'? Some meek-as-mouse tub of butter that seemed about as threatening as a puppy. And not even like, a doberman puppy, like a poodle or something. Continuing to swear profusely in Portuguese, Gabriella stormed off down the corridor. |
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| Grim Wolf | Jul 17 2011, 10:03 PM Post #2 |
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(Honto Tokuhoshi start) Tokuhoshi did not like guns. It wasn't really their fault--they were perfectly adequate weapons, and he'd used them on more than one occasion. But they were inelegant and clumsy; even in the hands of a true master, they lacked a certain flair and artistry. They were weapons for men with practical concerns--they were no more interesting then a hammer and nails, or a stapler. What he wanted was a god damn sword. But you made do with what you had and lived on the edge of the wind which you rode on, and if some speedy little fucker tried to hit you with a shot gun then you hurled a desk in its general direction and kicked its head repeatedly until it died and things got really squishy and weird feeling and then you were moving and Honto Tokuhoshi of the wild, snow-white hair was grinning and laughing as he dashed down the hall, doing a little cartweel to stay limber and leaving the gun tucked precariously into the waistband of his pants. Barehands for now. See what these people--aliens--could show him. He had a partner to find, Simon O'Greely (WE'RE GONNA BE NAKAMA!). |
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| Cheshire42 | Jul 18 2011, 07:12 AM Post #3 |
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(Continuing from “Like a G6”) A small man wearing a tweed suit was running like hell. He looked as if he had just come from a battle zone. In fact, he was still wielding a small weapon, a somewhat primitive ax. This was Arty. Arty Vanderhauf was scared like hell. Some Psycho was shooting people left and right, and he had left his partner in what seemed to be a standoff situation. Of course what could he do? So he followed his partner's instructions. Run like hell. So he did. However, Arty wasn't paying attenion to his suroundings, he was keeping his head down so a stray bullet wouldn't hit him. He also did not see the weird looking Caucasian man with spikey comic book hair killing aliens with his bare hands. Arty was running straight towards him. He probably didn't realize that he was screaming in fear too. |
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| Grim Wolf | Jul 23 2011, 11:01 AM Post #4 |
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What drew Tokuhoshi's attention to the oncoming man in the tweed jacket was not the fact that he screaming nor the fact that he was running towards Toku quite armed. What drew his attention was the weapon in his hand--the axe. "That's way better!" Toku exclaimed. He grabbed a tiny blurring creature that had just bolted by him and turned with it in a wide arc, using its momentum against it, then threw the tiny, screaming creature at the larger screaming creature. He had decided he wanted that axe. He was now going to acquire that axe. |
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