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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:42 pm
The winged girl blinked and blushed a little. "Um, I'm not his girlfriend, Mr. Simon." she said, trying to be polite, "We just met today at my place of work, Mocha Java, not to far from here." Alexia smiled warmly at the man when we finished speaking though her mind was active. 'Cecil? No wonder he calls himself Locke.' she thought, 'And the tone of his voice earlier; I figured as much. I wonder what he can do.'
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:01 pm
"And how many times am I not going to care," Simon laughed. Locke chuckled as well. "Anyway, I, er, talk to my friend and he is going to see what he can do. Hell, that's why I'm besides the fact that you would normally be here fifteen ago. Ha ha ha, I'll see you inside." He went around the back, laughing.
"Deranged, old man," Locke said, smirking. "Well let's get into the warmth, shall we." Again he opened the door for her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:08 pm
Alexia looked over at Locke. "Um, what was he talking about?" she asked before going inside, confused by the strange old man.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:15 pm
The beastman fell to the ground this time, seemingly knocked out. Before any true conclusion could be made, he stood up and laughed stronger. With even more speed, he attacked Adrian again, but stopped as soon as the newcomer appeared. This enraged him. How many mice must show up for the cat to play with.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:20 pm
"Um...yeah, you probably should now please..." Amaya told Smith, really not wanting to get into the fight with Calista there.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:25 pm
"A late Christmas present for myself," he said as he followed her in. The bar was clean and, surprisingly, bright. Aside from Christmas decorations, there were about five neon light beer signs, two dart boards and three billiards tables. There were eighteen tables for the patrons and the bar itself, was to the far side with many bottles of liqueur and five taps for beer. "Oh, right," he said suddenly, "One question, do you have an ID?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:36 pm
'Christnas presents...' she thought glumly, missing giving those to people though her friends would still give her presents, 'I'm the few who didn't benefit from the hellhole...' She dug in the pocket of her black jeans for her wallet and showed him her I.D. "Right here." she said, looking around, "Honestly, I may been 21 now, but I haven't had a drink for four years and I was a slight alcoholic then cause the ring was such a depressing place..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:43 pm
Locke took the card, examined it, and gave it back. "Really? What did you usually have?" He walked to the bar and took off his coat to put on a hanger. His arms were covered in scars. Then he clocked in at the register.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:47 pm
She followed to the bar and sat down across from Locke. "I don't really remember." she said before noticing the scars, "I think it was... A kind of... Beer... What are those?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:56 pm
Locke followed her line of sight to find out what she was talking about. "Scars," He said nonchalantly, "From my fights in that ring. I bet you're wondering what powers I have, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:02 pm
Smith nodded and turned to the beast. "On the off chance you possess a brain, my name is Smith. I am, quite realistically, the strongest living Mutate whose existence is public knowledge. You have three seconds to retreat. Should you refuse, I will break your neck."
Smith had trained constantly, even after the Arena shut down. He was faster than he'd been before, capable of exceeding the speed of sound without much effort, and the training had increased the strength of his legs to the point that he could kick a hole in steel-rebarred concrete. A few neck bones would be no challenge, and unless the Mutate before him could both read minds and stop time there was no way Smith could conceivably miss should he decide to attack.
((I find it both funny and flattering that 'mutate' is the word of choice in this RP, since I made it up off the top of my head in MM. >.< ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:05 pm
((Gah! XP Soo many pages... and everyone is scattered across the US... >.< Might as well make my character in Canada, where I live XD I kid... Idk where to put my character, probably somewhere cold... Or who to interact with.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:09 pm
- OOC: I wouldn't know since I continually got lost in the original. xd - "Um, yea, kinda." she admitted. 'Maybe I did benefit from not getting scars...' she thought, 'Physical ones at least...' She remembered watching countless mutants die in the ring. Alexia shuddered without thinking and said softly, "Horrible..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:25 pm
((OOC: most of us are in NYC, and I think one girl is in Florida.))
"Let me show ya," Locke said. He took out four glasses and put them on the bar, he also took off his right glove. He touched one glass and it started to be surrounded by water, it was completely covered in seconds. "Basically, I can surround an item with an 'aura' of an element." He said this as he did the same thing to the other glasses, one became surrounded by stone, another had a few feint silver lines swirling around it like a tornado, and the last seemed like it was frozen. "I can also do fire and electricity. What can you do?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:35 pm
"Really not the best time now Smith!" Adrian said ignoring his sudden appearance and charging at the beast with his claws held against his sides, ready to lash out once he got close. As he ran, he stayed low to the ground with his wings folded against his back to make himself a smaller target. Stronger, faster...Just by dealing with the occasional jackass he'd gotten better all around.
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