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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 4:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 5:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 6:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:00 pm
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Name: pickle relish Age: 18 Avatar: Side: minion Personality: A happy-go-lucky girl, Pickles hardly seems the type to be a bloodthirsty minion of Undakai. Despite this, she can be cold and calculating when necessary: i.e., when her master demands it. She rarely thinks about the consequences of her actions, and is quite naive. She makes friends easily, even with people outside the corporation, which can make her job a bit hard sometimes. She always carries a knife or two. History: Her naivete led to her soul being stolen by Undakai during her first few days in the ATG. She now works as a cook for the corporation, and occasionally does the odd assassination job. Abilities: Pickles, unlike many of her colleagues, has no real powers. Her skills include chopping, boiling, baking, sauteing, and mixing household chemicals to make poisons and explosives.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:51 pm
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He dodged away to his left, the sword missing his guts but still slicing a large gash into his side. More crimson blood spurted out of Undakai's body, but he didn't seemed to be all that worried. In fact, his twisted smile grew wider at the sight of his own blood.
"Very much so, my dear Sleem." He said with a cruel laugh, leaping away from her lightly to avoid a quick follow-up attack. "I love it when the pretty ladies chase after me, but," he said, his face and voice suddenly changing into one of blatantly faked concern, "it seems to me that you have forgotten something...something very, very important."
He paused for a moment, his eyes wondering off and on his face a thoughtful look for a moment, before he returned his fiery gaze towards Slim. A devilish grin broke his lips as he shrugged out his left arm to his side, holding it out away from his body. The skin began to distort itself, turning a deep black color and seeming to boil outward, charcoal flesh twisting and turning right out of his arm. Within seconds his lower arm had deformed into a large black blob, before constricting in upon itself, finally taking its form as large, wicked blade.
"Oh well, I'm sure you'll remember soon enough." He cackled, before lunging forward and slashing at Slim with his own sword.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:11 pm
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I have to go to work. Why? So I can mindlessly work all day, just in case Master Undakai just happens to come back? He's been gone for over a year. Maybe he's dead. No, I would know if he was dead. He has my soul. I would know.
Staring blankly at the rain out of her second story window, Pickles pondered going to work. The last year had been boring, so utterly boring that it was depressing. For the first few months, she had kept on, being her normal happy-go-lucky self, hoping that Undakai would come back soon. But after a while, when the master didn't return, and nothing else interesting had happened, she had started skipping work. It was a bad habit, and she was sure Slim would discipline her for it soon. But the building felt so empty without the usual commotion.
There were explosions earlier. Something is going on. Even if Master Undakai isn't back, it's still my duty to help keep things in order. I'd better go.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 9:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:22 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:16 am
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Pisces sat watching the fray below with a mocking shocked expression across his face. Perched on a billowing bit of steam that issued in a steady stream from his extremities, he shook his head and chuckled before calling out to Slim, "Watch out now, miss. That guy's got a mean left arm." Snickering at his pun, he glanced behind him to the entrance, his gaze caught by the sight of the mercenary he'd met earlier at the noodle stand. "Hmm... what's going on here, eh? More action, I hope." Grinning widely, Pisces turned back to the dark duel of master and apprentice. "Don't go away, you two. I'd certainly hate to miss the thrilling conclusion!"
With that he spun and launched himself towards the massive front doors, landing solidly before hefting them open and stepping out into the damp afternoon air.
He breathed in deeply, smelling the fresh scent of wet city air. "Ahhhhh, feels goooooood out here, man." He looked up to the top of an abandoned apartment building across the street, his eyes falling on the mercenary's figure silhouetted against the skyline. "You up there! Seems a bit lofty for you up there... Might you be..." He broke off as he glanced back down to street level and saw Saverio in an offensive stance, also looking up at the mercenary. "Ohhhh, I see. Ill circumstances call for tense air. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:26 pm
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"Ha ha! So it is, so it is... Perhaps cowardice can be misconstrued at times, though, eh?" Pisces responded with a chortle. He cast his eyes up at the figure on the rooftop. "Roland, is it? He seems like a stand-up guy to me... perhaps it was merely strategy." With a nod, he stopped again for effect, watching Saverio's face with curiosity.
"UndaCorp is huge, you know. Hell, you should know better then anyone. It's nearly impossible to topple, so they say. Though..." he paused and gestured through the massive glass front doors of the lobby, indicating the fierce battle going on between Slim and her master. "If an edifice is shaken by its foundation... hmm" He looked back to the mercenary. "Roland! That is your name, isn't it? Come down here to our level so we may talk this out like gentlemen. I have a proposition that both of you may find intriguing."
His thoughts clouded as he considered the maneuver he was taking. Seems in everyone's best interest, yes... but can it be done? Ah, that'll have to wait until further data is collected.
"Do not mistake me. I'm not offering friendship. No. You both seem to be at each others throats already."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:46 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:03 pm
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"Well, you see, my dear Sleem," He said with his own dark laugh, not moving an inch as Slim rammed Blop into his chest, "you should be wary of who's pets you use as a weapon." Instead of spikes ramming through his body, Blop returned to its gelatinous form, bouncing off of his body.
"Blop, after all, knows who it's master very well."
Being attached to her arm, there wasn't much she could do other then feel hundreds of sharp needles penetrating arm from where Blop had attached itself and injecting itself into Slim's body, working much like a paralyzing toxin, starting from the shoulder and slowly working its way outward.
"Apparently, you skipped that class..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 5:07 pm
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