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Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | Rogues

Discussion in 'Roleplay Archives' started by Spaughtyena, Nov 9, 2012.

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  1. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    Silence filled the area, nothing heard from Saki, or any of his possible-henchmen still nearby. What if Wits thought had come to realization? What if the dart actually hit him? A comment was made from Jackson toward Camo, which Camo replied about how perverted he was. The first sound in what seemed like an eternity came from the intercom, the sounds of crunching glass, and then a female voice. Stating that if we didn't get up there soon, Saki would kick the bucket. Before Wit could even say a word about it, Jack started cussing, and bolted up to the second floor, wanting to deliver the final blow. "Well, shouldn't let him run off alone, should we?" WHP-01 stated, before bolting off after him. running at an extremely fast pace, he caught up with jack, just as he was about to go into the door. He knew what Jack was thinking, although he simply did not know who the women was. Perhaps another person wanting Saki's head? Either way, he followed into the room.
     
    #121 Cid, Aug 16, 2013 at 2:38 AM
  2. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    ”Deep breaths-– possibly one of the most painful experiences you've had in a moment here," the black-furred Felidi said. "Pfft, right. I think I can handle it," the black-furred Thenast replied. Glancing at Aurella, Larsa sardonically cooed, "No need to worry your pretty little head, I'm a-- sweet. Mother...!" He barely restrained a pained chatter as every muscle-- every nerve, every sensation-- reared on end with the burst of nociception. The weasel's perception sadistically filtered down to focus on the pain, the searing tide of agony. In a stoic display only a Thenast could put on, Larsa outwardly grinned and bore it, while inwardly he struggled to drag his sensory attention away from the painful process. 'Just have to... get past this...' his mind slaved to produce, and anguished further still to cling to the sentiment.

    The cruel machine added an afterthought of pain to the already-numb area-- an action Larsa vaguely registered through his focused and hazy mind as cauterization, the sight of which he normally would have demurred from under normal circumstances. At the time, though, the ugliness of the ensuing procedure was only insult to injury. When the machine completed its inhumane ministrations and moved on to its next victim-- Kelyren, who Larsa felt an surge of pity for-- the weasel was left holding his abused arm apathetically in mid-air. "No mercy among mercenaries, eh? Or their machines," Larsa commented bitterly. He was about to retract his violated limb back to his body when the other device came around and arrested the arm, shortly imprinting the serial burn on the defiled ligament. The Thenast felt only a sensation of unusually pervasive warmth through the numbing sheen of massacred nerve endings.

    The night-pelted being sniffed indignantly and stared at his serial designation: '6B6B58'. Branded on the weasel and coded impersonally, as if he were livestock or property. The concept made Larsa's blood ignite-- made him want to leap out a window, or run through traffic to get away from the gradual sapping of freedom. An outburst from Drake jerked the Thenast from his thoughts and fantasies; the corporate Felidi seemed to be in an uproar about a lack of cereal. 'Someone didn't start his day off right with some breakfast.' The shady mogul shortly ended his phone call and segued into hurrying his new employees off. "Aren't you forgetting something Drake?” Aurella paused the exit. After a bit more exchange, Larsa found himself with a firearm shoved into his grasp. ”You'll need that sugar,” the unusual Lycan informed him. Minutely caught off guard by being given a weapon, he distractedly, but not without a tone of sarcasm, replied, "Thanks, sweetie."

    Sensation still completely awry in his mistreated right arm, the black-coated weasel held the gun with his dominant left hand and scrutinized the object with a hint of wonder. For most of his life, he had been the one dodging bullets. It was a talent he was proud for having developed, and it had engendered in him a distaste for guns over the years. Faced casually with the other end of the barrel, though, the seasoned Thenast found himself... curious. He had only ever handled firearms before in quick situations, where resourcefulness demanded he shoot a bullet or two. For the most part, he stuck to his entirely short-ranged janbiya knife. Having a pistol thrust on him, however, mixed up some feelings and, above all, intrigued the weasel.

    Larsa wanted to get a quick sample of it-- a beginning feel for the weapon. The snide impulse occurring to him, the words-- "Say, is it loaded?"-- escaping from his muzzle, he deftly brought his hand up and the gun with it, and aimed at a spot on the wall directly to the right of Drake's ear. Tickled by the swiftness and decision of his motion, he easily let his claw pull the trigger, ready to take in all the resulting phenomena from the gun.
     
    #122 CerberusLycan, Aug 25, 2013 at 8:01 AM
  3. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | A Galaxy Enslaved

    As the Thenast pressed his finger on the trigger, Drake sat with a slight smirk as the gun was pointed just off his general direction, and at a wall behind him. Following the satisfying click of the gun, a chromed hammer shot forward and made contact, followed shortly thereafter by what would most definitely be a disappointing conclusion to the quick and suspenseful decision. After the hammer made contact, a sharp hissing sound could be heard from the gun, the sound slowly lowering in volume until the gun as dormant as it was before, with a small plume of smoke exiting the barrel. ”Firearms only function when I allow them to – But to answer your question, Yes, it's loaded – No, you can't fire it – do that again and that wonderful injection will work on eating you from the inside out, got it? Good.”

    Meanwhile the elevator opened automatically for Kelyren as she approached it, Drake giving an affirmative nod as she entered. At the same time, Aurella seemed to be fixing her hair along with her puppet as she payed little attention to what was going on in the room, but maintained a malevolent smile that seemed to be directed at no-one in particular. After a few moments, she flung her hair behind her and tapped her puppet's lips with her index finger. ”...Sleep...” she whispered quietly to John before his pupils seemed to dilate and he collapsed limply to the floor, twitching slightly as drool seeped from between his lips. The vixen turned, her face exhibiting a slight regret, before she tucked her emotions inward, and shot her arm outwards, and gripped under Lacuna's chin, spinning his head so that they faced each other. ”You have beautiful eyes.” she stated quickly before her left pupil dilated, and the rush of something entering one's own mind could be felt by the Thenast as he was momentarily blinded, vision clouded by a orange haze as his mind forgot everything, and remembered it all again. 'Feel better? Because I certainly do.' Aurella stated through the mental link, placing her hair back over her pscionic eye. 'Now no-one can hear us – I hope you're better at this than Mr. Grayson – so sad that he had to lose brain functionality, but I suppose that's how it goes with a dying species.'

    ******​

    As the remainder of the party entered the top room in Saki's dojo, it was apparent that something had already happened; Smashed vases, overturned desks, and multiple dead goons. Above it all, Saki himself lay in the center of the room, a puddle blood underneath him as he clung to his last breaths. ”Ah Jack – good to... s-see you... again, so soon?” he said in a mixture of pained breaths and drunken slurs. ”Now... come here you stupid skeleton – have a secret for you... it's called FUCK TO YOU!!! ...Augh...!” Saki held his side briefly as he curled into a fetal position as a shadowy figure moved from the back of the room.

    As the figure entered the light of the pen roof of the dojo, Jack's suspicions would be confirmed as a blue-furred lycan, wearing a glowing metal suit of blue and silver made her way into the center of the room, having long flowing navy hair and glowing turquoise eyes that seemed far from natural, as she pulled off a form fitting helmet, her ears pierced along the outer edges as her synthetic whiskers twitched in slight confusion at the many others that seemed to be filing into the room. ”Hello Jack – I'd ask who everyone else is, but I'd just get on with killing dumb ass over here, then I can explain some things without his drunken rants getting in the way.”
    ”Hey, can't we... *hic* talk something out?” Saki added before he slumped onto the floor, completely unconscious, more likely from the alcohol than anything else.
    ”Well, I guess that makes this easier.” Jackson commented as he witnessed Saki slam his head off the wooden floor, giving a slight chuckle at the predicament.

    Chapter One: A Galaxy Enslaved -- COMPLETE!​

    Chapter Two: Rogues -- ACTIVE!​
     
    #123 Spaughtyena, Aug 28, 2013 at 4:56 AM
  4. Jack stood there surprised for a few minutes. Surprised less at who he was faced with relatively, and more by the conundrum of how the everliving fuck she knew he was coming. So many questions buzzed around in his head because of this conundrum, the most notable being how she remembered who he was even in this form. Even if Saki did sort of give his presence away, that didn't account for how she got here and how she knew he was coming here before he did. "Right." he said, nodding in the direction of the others, then in the direction of Sly, "She didn't steal my kill, she just made it easier for me. Like I needed help to kill a drunkard." He then started walking toward the now-unconscious alcoholic Felidi who lay on the floor in front of Sly, slowly drawing his blade as he moved. Upon reaching the man on the floor in front of him, he paused, looking back at the others. "Andrew, Camo, Jackson, Wit... this will be the last you see of me in this body. After this is done, listen for my voice somewhere in the room..." he started, casting a glance at the door to the left of Saki's desk. "... Because I have a feeling he shoved my body in the fucking closet before drinking himself into a stupor. Lazy faggot."

    He then trained his blade on Saki's neck, drew in a short breath and pulled his blade up. 'Well, this is it. The turning point--one of no return--not like I'd want to return to being dead--is about to be crossed. No regrets. No looking back now.' Jack thought to himself as he raised the tapering curved blade above his head and slightly behind his shoulder. 'Well, here we go!'

    And then it happened. Jack, in one swooping movement, brought the blade down on to and through the Felidi's neck, severing his head nigh-instantly. This was the benefit of forged-adamantium katanas, and even of the katana blades in general; they could slice through human--or in this case, Felidi--flesh and bone with ease. Jack, in his current body, watched the head roll off and a few spurts of blood gush from the now-dead Felidi's neck before quickly uttering "Be right back...", winking for a final time, and collapsing to the floor as his spirit left the skeleton that now lay crumpled on the floor between Sly and the others.

    A few seconds later, there was a frantic knocking at the door--which was presumed to be the closet door he had mentioned earlier--to the left of the desk. Jack had indeed been correct. "Camo?! Sly?! Jackson?! ANYONE?!" came his voice from the other side of the door, clearly exasperated, followed by a very subtle orangish glow radiating from the cracks between the door and the jambs. Then the glow became more vibrant. "Aw yuck! He shoved empty beer bottles in here and I swear my nose is right in front of several moldy pizza boxes! Get me out of here!" Knowing they would take a bit opening the door, he decided to fuck everything and bust it open himself. What followed was what could only be described as the caving in of the best-designed shock-absorbing door in existence. Jack threw himself against three known weak spots on the door one after the other in a literal physical door hacking, and collapsed ass-first on to the floor on the other side, the door falling perfectly off the hinges. "The drunk fag shoved beer bottles dangerously close to the location known commonly as 'up my ass and around the corner.'" he said in between instances of trying to clear the moldy pizza from his mouth, "And, as you can see, he shoved unfinished pizza in there to fucking rot."

    Jack, who was now clearly among the living once again, was, from his stature, a rather short--by comparison to Sly even--largely robotic male Lycan. He held a rather thin coat of synthetic black fur--more than likely actually unlit nanites--as well as a long mane of silver hair and the trademark steely grey eyes that had manifested in the form of the flames while he was in his old skeletal form. He wore only a white hakama with a black fabric belt that had three gold notches on it surrounding his waist; no upper-body garb. Around his chest were two bandoliers, though instead of containing rounds for a machine gun, each sleeve contained a strange red shuriken. His ears--which now seemed to be emitting a vibrant green light--were edged with organic LEDs that changed color depending on how he felt, and obviously he felt quite happy right now.

    Pulling himself up, he turned towards Sly. His mind, like earlier, was abuzz with questions--some with obvious answers, some without. "Sly, what are you doing here?! I mean, I haven't seen you in years!" Jack exclaimed, positively stunned at who was standing before him. Then the exact question from earlier--at the moment he had heard her voice over the intercom--flitted through his mind. How did she know he was coming here? Of course, he'd have to pose the question slightly differently. "More importantly, how did you know I was coming?!"
     
    #124 Nebulon Ranger, Aug 28, 2013 at 5:50 AM
  5. It appeared Wit had made it in time to see the beheading of Saki, as Jack held one of his katanas to his throat. And now Jack gets his wish.... wait, what the hell!? Wit thought, as he was watching jack cut off the head of Saki. It wasn't the beheading that he was confused by, but the fact that after Jack had done it, he had simply fallen to the ground, after stating "Be right back..." This was accompanied by a knocking on the closet door that was mentioned, on which after a number of sounds coming out, a robotic lycan burst out. Moldy pizza and some unfinished beer came flying out of the door with him, and Wit was simply confused. Who was this? And probably more important, why was he in the closet? It quickly occurred to Wit however, that the voice sounded the exact same as Jack's, and it was quickly revealed that was who it was.

    "So, I know who the robotic lycan is... but who's this person? I think you called him sly?"
     
    #125 Cid, Aug 29, 2013 at 5:21 PM
  6. "So, I know who the robotic lycan is... but who's this person? I think you called him Sly?"

    Jack was absolutely dumbfounded at Wit's comment. Him. He called Sly a guy, even though he had heard her voice over the fucking intercom not even ten minutes ago. What a bona fide fucking moron he'd have to be to not be able to distinguish between male and female voices. "Him..." he started, chastising Wit for his sheer lack of observation skill. "... him. Wit, you sure are unobservant, aren't you? You're calling her a dude when you just heard her voice not even ten minutes ago. Him." Not even bothering to turn towards the Prometheus, he thought for a moment on what to say next. Given Wit seemed to be curious about who Sly was, he considered explaining, but figured it would have been better to let her do so on the way out so he could get the information straight from the proverbial horse's mouth. Instead, he chose to do the inverse, introducing everyone else to her. "So, I'm guessing you're wondering which names go with which faces?" he started, looking over the others from left to right. He would start with Jackson and end with the moron he had chastised earlier. "Well, the orange one is Jackson, the white one--although he's a bit of a joke among us at the moment--is Andrew, the other lycan is Camo and the moronic robot who I just called out is Wit."

    Remembering the confused look on Wit's face from earlier regarding how the skeleton had simply collapsed a few seconds after he had cut Saki's head off, he decided it would be best to explain that to him too
     
    #126 Nebulon Ranger, Aug 29, 2013 at 5:51 PM
  7. "So, I know who the robotic lycan is... but who's this person? I think you called him Sly?"

    Jack was absolutely dumbfounded at Wit's comment. Him. He called Sly a guy, even though he had heard her voice over the fucking intercom not even ten minutes ago. What a bona fide fucking moron he'd have to be to not be able to distinguish between male and female voices. "Him..." he started, chastising Wit for his sheer lack of observation skill. "... him. Wit, you sure are unobservant, aren't you? You're calling her a dude when you just heard her voice not even ten minutes ago. Him." Not even bothering to turn towards the Prometheus, he thought for a moment on what to say next. Given Wit seemed to be curious about who Sly was, he considered explaining, but figured it would have been better to let her do so on the way out so he could get the information straight from the proverbial horse's mouth. Instead, he chose to do the inverse, introducing everyone else to her. "So, I'm guessing you're wondering which names go with which faces?" he started, looking over the others from left to right. He would start with Jackson and end with the moron he had chastised earlier. "Well, the orange one is Jackson, the white one--although he's a bit of a joke among us at the moment--is Andrew, the other lycan is Camo and the moronic robot who I just called out is Wit."

    Remembering the confused look on Wit's face from earlier regarding how the skeleton had simply collapsed a few seconds after he had cut Saki's head off, he decided it would be best to explain that to him too. "Though I guess I should explain about the skeleton," he started, trying his best to not make things any more convoluted than they needed to be, "Y'see, when I died fourteen years ago..." And then he just trailed off. Jack couldn't seem to find any possible way to explain it without being unintentionally confusing and spiritual, even though he was by no means interested in spirituality. "Fuck it. Let's just say that when I died, I made a deal. Kill Completely Headless Drunkard over there, and I'd get one shot at living again. Needless to say I wasn't expecting Sly to show up out of nowhere, but hey, I'm not complaining." he started, "Was kinda looking for her myself anyway, and it seems she was looking for me too."

    His stomach then growled quite loudly. He was hungry, one of the huge consequences of spending a good chunk of your life as something that never ate anything. Not only that, he had begun to miss the taste of a good burger, considering he hadn't eaten one in fourteen years and was only now getting the chance to have one again. He looks to Jackson and then back to Sly again. "Anyway, I'm famished. Haven't eaten in fourteen years and all, and moldy pizza ain't going to cut it. Anyone else want to ditch this dump and go get something to eat?"
     
    #127 Nebulon Ranger, Aug 30, 2013 at 4:49 AM
  8. RE: Original A.R.K.N.E.T. | Rogues [Mind Games]

    His reaction was based on pure reflex; in the instant he recognized Aurella was giving up her old puppet in favor of a new one--himself-- his whiskers twitched and directed his manipulative scent into the vixen's brain. They swapped stakes simultaneously; Thenast and Lycan inserted themselves into each others' minds in a moment unobservable by the surrounding world. In the spare instant where his mind was still entirely his own, Larsa felt both triumph at his reaction, and grim recognition that it was going to be a long, tiring competition of wits. Unlike the other poor sap, however, the trickster weasel intended to contend, and prevail in the clash of psyches.

    Her trite comment echoed through his thoughts, the first act in a way of communicating Larsa knew he would grow to despise. 'Feel better? Because I certainly do.'  He could almost taste the bitterness of it all. 'Actually, I... think I might have eaten some uncooked meat earlier. It would seem that I've contracted a parasite.' Satisfied with his insult, he added sardonically, 'And a butt-ugly one, too, at that!' With any luck, he figured he could try to make the unsavory vixen 'ragequit' before the debacle even progressed. In the back of his mind, though, he knew-- by instinct, intangible even in terms of thoughts-- he would have to be cunning and start off as strongly as he could for the coming contest. 'Although, I guess she did compliment my admittedly dazzling eyeballs.' No, it couldn't be that. 'Then again, she wasn't very nice with her comments about my natural body odor.' In the core of his instinct, he knew which card he had to play for the best chance of survival. 'What about my voice, Aurella? What's your professional opinion on that?' In order to keep his own advantage against her, he had to prevent her from finding out the nature of his ability.

    'Listen to me talk, sweetheart. I'm a con man-- er, weasel. No telling whether what comes out of my mouth is the truth or a lie-- and actually, it doesn't matter. See, I discovered at a young age that I could make people believe anything I wanted them to,' and throughout it all, he convinced himself of it. He had to. 'Using only my words. That's the half and the whole of it, and it's what you just got yourself mentally bonded to!' Even outwardly, he let out a sincere, contriving chuckle at the thought. 'I know your game. And I plan on winning it.' And that was his own first move. He felt snide, he felt satisfied, and, oh, did he feel like he was finally fighting back from the corner he had gotten himself into. Splintering contact with his new, unrequited partner for a moment, Larsa perked his head up and looked towards the elevator. "Well, I think me and my new best buddy here should get going," he commented aloud, his vestigial contempt for the room he was yet in dripping out. As he began to walk towards the lift, he glanced at Drake and remarked, "Thanks for the toy and the pet, boss-man. I'll try to remember to feed her, eh, every week or so."
     
    #128 CerberusLycan, Sep 11, 2013 at 4:55 AM
  9. Seemingly unfazed by the Thenast's sour remarks, the vixen gave a smile that would send shivers down any sensible man's spine, as she gave a slight bearing of teeth mixed with a sparkle of joy in her eye. 'Oh, I know much more about you than you think Mr. Kuron, or Lacuna, Larsa, or... maybe just, 'Pet.'' She stood up from her seat, and snatching the envelope from the weasel's grip and giving a nod to Drake, before turning to Kelyren and the elevator. ”We must not waste any more time, besides, I'm eager to open my present.” she said, waving the envelope at Lacuna. However, in the weasel's subconscious, he would feel a pang of emotion – something the vixen's face and demeanor did not belie. Her words were nothing more than a fallacy, that much was clear – though her excitement and eagerness for whatever lie inside the paper package was genuine, and seemed to seep into Lacuna as well, prompting a slight mutual balance in emotion, if only for a brief moment.​


    Then, without another moment to spare, Aurella entered the elevator and punched a number before snapping her fingers loudly and giving a stern gaze to Lacuna in a sudden burst of solemnity. ”Come.” Her voice was enough to get Drake to look up briefly to see if an event was about to take place based purely on the vixen's tone. As for the vixen herself, a slight orange glow behind her overcasting bangs was enough for anyone in the room to understand, and all to clear for the Thenast as a strange desire to make haste to the elevator was set upon him, despite that being his most-likely intention to begin with. ”I grow tired of this bland office, let's get some fresh air sweetheart.”​

    *******​

    ”I figured you'd have a few questions – and I guess I'll get the obvious ones out of the way first.” She leaned comfortably against a wall, retaining eye-contact with Jack as she began to explain. ”I've been away a while, but you already know that; here's what you don't know: I myself left ARKNET a year or so after I figured you were dead, seeing as my only partner in crime and the only decent member of my squad was assumed KIA I had nothing to do other than rack up cash – but after being with ARKNET for ten years, money wasn't really an object anymore. She ran a paw through her hair in pause before continuing, and giving herself a moment to think. ”After I left, I made my way to the southern hemisphere of the planet, trying to find a purpose, and to run from the Rogues that were now hunting me down for leaving the organization, but I didn't accomplish much. I've only managed to get one contact that's willing to keep my movements a secret – he hates ARKNET as much as we do, I think he can help me... US, take those bastards down. If you're willing.”​

    Sly's gaze tore slightly and focused on the large orange Felidi, and his matching paw that was now extended above his head. ”Yeah, can I just interrupt for a second?” He stepped forward heavily and took and puffed. ”Listen, no offense, but I don't fucking know you – none of us do except Jackie over there.” He thumbed back to Jack, ”And, what you're asking is... fucking insane! If I heard right – and I know I heard right, is that you and Jack-bud over there are planning on tipping ARKNET on it's ass... ALONE – are you guys suicidal? Or just that fucking dumb?”​
    ”It wouldn't be alone, that would be suicide. If we rounded up a small army of elitists--”​
    ”Oh and what – you think ARKNET won't find out? I'm sorry, but ARKNET has ears all over this damn galaxy for fuck's sake!”​
    Sly shot an annoyed look to Jack, ”So what, you're just going to work for ARKNET until you're old and gray and wait for them to 'get out with the old?' How about a galaxy where you're free to speak what you want, dress how you like, and just... do whatever you damn well please without staring at a corporate 'A' or disappear one night from a bullet to the head?! If you don;t want to help, just fuck off already – I didn't come here for you anyways”​
    Jackson laughed at Sly's fuming, ”I never said I didn't want to help – I said it was suicide – and stupid. For the record, I enjoy doing stupid suicidal things, I'm in.” He said extending a paw.​
    ”WHAAAT?!” Camo screamed, seemingly outraged. ”What... just like that?! 'Oh hey, I'm a stupid tiger and I want to die, sure I'll agree to overthrow ARKNET with you strange woman I've never seen before!' Seriously?!”​
    Jackson waved her off, ”Babe, relax, I haven't had any fun in a few weeks so this could be liberating. Besides, it's about time I kill someone without all the corporate bullshit – wouldn't mind a few bullets taking that stupid grin off Drake's face anyways.”​
    Camo sighed in defeat, ”Okay, but if I die, I'm going to become a fucking skeleton like jack and bite your dick off.”​
    ”This is still a fucking stupid idea, Drake'll kill you faster than you can imagine.” Andrew went back to his sour demeanor – or was it his only demeanor, aside from being a bloodthirsty killer?​

    Perking her ears up suddenly, Sly shot a gaze at Jack in sudden remembrance. ”You said you were hungry? I'll call my contact and have him play employee at a DQ near here – you get your burger, and he gives out some info on the side, sound good?” With that, the blue furred lycan pulled out a small phone and began striding across the room and down the stairs as Jackson gazed to Camo, ”This'll be awesome.”​
     
    #129 Spaughtyena, Oct 28, 2013 at 9:10 AM
  10. She left because of him. Jack was absolutely stunned."Y-you quit because of me? Wow, I..." he started, trailing off out of sheer astonishment that she'd do something like this twice. "I-I don't know what to say." He flicked back into a practical mood after she mentioned her having a contact that they could go to for information on how best to proceed. He figured that if she went to enough trouble to both run off south and then come back here to find him, that this contact she had would pretty much be well worth the risk. "Let's do it. I'm hungry and we need some intel," he said, beginning to tap away on his watch for a few minutes, "besides, we both hate those assholes equally so why would I refuse even if I was--" And then Andrew and Camo complained. "Oh, for fuck's sake, you two..." he started, irritated with how seemingly irrational they were being. "Relax. Of course this is dangerous, but everyday life is for most people right now, so please, quit being so damn selfish." He flicked his eyes from the far left to the far right of the group. While their concerns were valid -- no, they didn't know her -- that's what working together for a common goal will accomplish. They may not know her now, but over time, they will start to get to know her better--this is how adventuring works. "Anyway, let's ditch this dump. Fuck cleaning up the moldy pizza and beer cans, it's not my responsibility and he's dead so..." Jack said, heading for the door. "Let's go ahead with that plan, Sly."
     
    #130 Nebulon Ranger, Oct 29, 2013 at 6:07 PM
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