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xDarkPisces rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 8:04 am
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Roland Karloseth rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 11:10 am
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 6:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:26 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:12 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:18 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:01 pm
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Dusting himself off while getting to his feet, Erv noticed that a bit of a crowd had gathered. "Oh, well, hello there. Just a technological dispute nothing to see here." Stepping out of the new pothole he had just created, Erv waved to the others. "Well, I'm thinking that my lab might still be on fire, so I'll be taking my leave. Glad to see that there are still folks around, though." Heading back in the direction of the smoke, Erv noticed that everything was, even with all these people about, still absurdly quiet. Then he did a double-take and noticed that there were, indeed, people about. Ah, these must be the "lurkers" I've heard about. Observers of life and its events, while taking no part themselves. Seems rather dull.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 4:33 am
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Slim had slipped into obscurity once the battle had started.
But she was far from fleeing it.
She stands idly in one of UndaCorp's many elevators, calmly untangling a pair of iPod headphones before slipping them into her ears. Her eyes seem a little distant, her smile of an empty doll-like quality.
As she scrolls through the selections in her iPod, she tilts her head at the handful of Mika songs within it. Poppy, peculiar: energizing. Most would think it not befitting for such a chaotic occassion, but in this moment, a little "Grace Kelly" is all she wants. She selects the song as she steps out of the elevator into an innocent hallway, disappearing moments later in her usual cloud of sulphurous smoke. Reappearing in "her" office, she strolls to her master's old desk. Her iPod plays loyally, covering the sounds of her own footsteps, singing:
I wanna talk to you. {The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you, that won't happen again.}
Reaching into a polished drawer, she produces a small laptop and sets it lightly on the desk. She begins to type on it dreamily, opening security feeds and chat windows to some of the more "talented" and authoritative of her staff, smirking at the image of Saverio slinking through the corporation's subway system.
Do I attract you, do I repulse you with my queesy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like?
She keeps her eyes on the screen of the computer as she begins to sift through her briefcase, pulling a small whistle from its shadowy depths. She blows into it softly as she watches Erverain's destruction of company property, Saverio's failed stink bomb, the loitering noodle stand crowd outside of the building. Her lips form a smile once more as Lin steps into her vision, ever the loyal employee, and begins to take charge of the situation.
Yeah, I could be wholesome; I could be loathsome. Guess I'm a little bit shy.
With a few typed passwords, she grants Lin control of all personnel and building controls. A mere formality; she knows Lin to be quite capable of hacking his way into any of the company's systems. She herself is hopelessly ignorant when it comes to computers, and has no ability to stop him.
Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me without making me try?
She feels something slither up her leg and ooze into her lap, seeming to nuzzle her stomach fondly. A small, gelatinous blue creature, its face cartoony in simplicity, looks up at her. It has no other distinguishable factors; similar to a giant glob of hair gel or toothpaste. She pets it lovingly, cradling it into her.
I try to be like Grace Kelly, but all her looks were too sad.
The creature climbs to her shoulder, perching there obediantly as if made for the position.
So I tried a little Freddy.
Slim pushes her dark glasses farther up her nose and straightens her skirt primly, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She takes a last look around the office, observing the portaits of her master along the walls and the sleek yet functional furniture so familiar to her that it is as if the whole room has become an ingrained part of her being. In fact, she can "sense" the activity beneath her feet, the movement of every minion and the sound of their breathing as they hustle to brace for the return of Saverio or simply carry on with their day to day tasks, and she begins to feel the whole company as a deeply ingrained part of her being. This is where she belongs, she thinks. And this is how it's supposed to be.
A little to her own surprise, she begins to snicker darkly. The sound echoes off the unseen walls of the room, seeming to grow in volume and convolution with each rebound, as if becoming a phantom all its own. Slim bites her bottom lip to stifle a sinister grin, a foxlike fang cutting into her a little.
Pressing the button on her intercom, she speaks in her usual high, girlish tone, a voice suddenly unbefitting of her. "Judy? I'm going to take care of the intruders and new recruits. Blop is going with me, so you can cancel its afternoon walk with its keeper. I'm sure I'll cover that. Oh, and tell the employees we're in lockdown mode. I know some of them are a little slow and don't get the memo. Thank you. Toodles!"
And then, she disappears in a veritable explosion of snaking, smothering black smoke, creating a circle of ash-like filth on the otherwise immaculate carpet around her and leaving behind a slightly sickening aura.
Henchwoman for life.
I've gone identity mad!
Judy groans as her eccentric boss's voice clicks off the intercom, lighting the cigarette between her lips and casting her eyes out the window of her own bleak, small office. "F***ing schizophrenic psycho..."
((I'm back. sweatdrop I'll update the character list tomorrow. It's 4:30am. Here's the song included, by the by: Grace Kelly - Mika))
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:33 pm
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"More of a mess then I thought, apparently." He said with a frown, looking at the still unmoving figure of Lin and poking it and then pushing it. The figure of Lin seemed to lose its form, dissolving into a mass of goo onto the ground. I see...well done. I'll have to give him my compliments later.
With a sigh, he walked over to the elevator, not worrying about anybody noticing...he knew they wouldn't. Just as he was about to press button to a floor, he felt an odd, tingling feeling. Well well, I thought you were around here somewhere... A cruel grin cracked his lips as he pressed the button, the elevator doors closing.
Been a long time since I used one of these things He mused, as the elevator began it's long ascent.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:28 am
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Roland looked around, since all interesting activity seemed to have ceased, and located a clothing store. "Aha, that's what I need. That Saverio guy messed me up pretty bad... my clothes are in tatters after that fight. If I ever fight him again, I will have to remember to use more firepower." Shaking the thought aside, he made for the store. As he walked past, he saw a fairly nice jacket in the window. It was a brown leather trench-coat. "Hrm... I like it. It's leather, so it's durable... yet it's not black so I won't swelter to death. Not to mention, it would be great for hiding many weapons... That coat is mine," he thought as he walked through the doors. Roland walked up to one of the various sales associates walking around the store, and asked where to find that coat. The employee regarded his clothes with an interesting look about his face, then led Roland to where the coat rack was. He grabbed the coat, then wandered around selecting various other clothes that he liked: A black dress shirt that was made of cloth with a very loose weave so it would breathe nicely, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of steel-toed black boots. After paying for the items, he walked to the nearest hotel and paid for a room for the night. He changed his clothes, and discarded of the others before he strapped various weapons on his person, seeing where good hiding places were. Much to his surprise, the coat provided many hiding places. He then removed all of the weapons, set the coat aside, and fell on the bed, exhausted. Roland was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
((Here's my new UndaCorp RPC))
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 4:38 pm
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