Rosetta
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Zombie Hunting: Its not just a Sport...
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 26, 2009 8:09:27 GMT -5
Inigo grabbed a spare backpack, and slipped his Rapier hilt to his side, for easier access. It was still under his coat, but it was easier to get to. He walked out, over to Chop, and Dark ran over. He nodded as she talked, and shook her hand when she introduced herself.
"Good to meet you, I am Inigo."
He looked at Chop, and while he didn't outright voice a question like that, he was much more evasive, suggesting his own plan.
"I would think we would try to avoid conflict in general, to lower the potential for injury. It may take a bit longer, moving in that round a bout way, but we could avoid a massive battle that could end badly."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 26, 2009 20:35:44 GMT -5
Chop looked at Inigo oddly. "Boy, if your looking to AVOID conflict your in the wrong line of work. I see you less of a headline fighter and more of a support for Dark but you still need some fight in you." He then tossed them both PDA's with the list on them. "All the good stuff is the fresh dump at the very center. We just start at the edge and head straight in. The dump is constantly changing so knowing threat areas are next to impossible. We'll just have to take it as it comes. But if we do get in a fight chances are they wont be real fighters." With that said Chop transformed into his vehicle form and revved the engine. "All aboard kiddies. This ones for Bishop. If he doesn't get this supplies his buisness will faulter."
Once finished up int the bar Bishop picked up a data assistant and headed for the rejuve chamber. There he found Saix resting up. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into some real trouble. Alittle bad luck at the track and now your in debt to the crime boss Ridrow." He then sat down and sighed. "Listen, I can help you but you need to start living by my rules. Right now Chop Dark and the new kid are on a parts run to the dump. When your all fixed up head out and meet with him. He'll know what you need to superchange that bike of yours so you can win your next race to get out of that mans pocket. I'll make sure Chop doesn't charge you a dime but you have to play it smart from here on in. With that said he slowly exited the room.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 27, 2009 8:48:05 GMT -5
Dark looked over at Inigo and grinned slightly. "Well looks like we get to see what you can do first hand," she said as she climbed onto the back of Chop. They waited for Inigo and once he was ready they took off toward the scrap yard. "Marcus is a pretty cool guy. If you play by his rules you shouldn't have any trouble," she said as they made their way accross the city. "Alright as Chop said from the outside in. It'll probably get more dangerous further in we go. I'm guessing, again I've never been to the scrap yard before," she explained.
It wasn't much longer before they reached the scrap yard, and her eyes went wide. "Uh- wow," she said as she climbed off Chop. She looked around before walking a bit further. "I've never seen this part of the city. Kinda creepy if you ask me," she said as she looked back at Chop and Ingio.
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Rosetta
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Zombie Hunting: Its not just a Sport...
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 27, 2009 11:46:04 GMT -5
Ingio just smirked at Chop's comment about another line of work. He wasn't for the fighting because it was fighting thing, but he could get behind fighting for a reason. Figurativly, since he was a melee fighter. He hoped on, not bothering to try to remember what his last trip was like. Listening to Dark's comment on Marcus, he just nodded and settled his mind on the list and what he had to do. After spending most of the trip committing the list to memory, he pocketed the PDA device and hopped off with Dark. He dusted off his coat before responding to Dark, although he had doubts it would of been what she expected. He also slipped the sword pommel into his hands, and the design of the grip could almost make it look like it was more a knuckle duster then an actual blade or weapon, although it was a sword.
"Don't worry, the creepy vibe wears off fast when you push a pile of scrap onto a group of goons chasing you around. Long story there, so let's get this show on the road shall we?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 1, 2009 21:40:35 GMT -5
((Sorry sorry...I'm back now. Umm I'm confused as to what's goin on. All I know is Clarissa had gotten beat up and was I suppose in the process of gettin' better...soo I'll carry on from there.))
Clarissa laid around in her room, arms behind her head and her right foot propped up in a cast on a pillow. She was staring up at the ceiling, whistling a little to avoid going stir-crazy from lack of activity. Boy did she mess up that last battle...she'd tried too hard to perform her limit break and it just backfired on her completely. The damned opponent didn't even get affected in the least. Now she was on bed rest with a messed up leg that would take a bit to heal.
The redhead sighed and glanced over at her door, pushing herself up gently. She managed to turn her body around and lightly pull her leg over the bed. She wanted to get up and go downstairs to the bar...it was getting pretty lonely up there and she hadn't really spoken to anyone in awhile...
"Dammit, this sucks. Someone come and friggin' talk to me...or atleast help my ass to a barstool," she grumbled, pushing herself up and limping towards the door. She winced and grasped onto sturdy furniture around her as she winced.
"Crap...ugh....really ****ed off now...so ****ed..ungh...off...grrr..." she grumbled as she opened the door.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 1, 2009 21:55:06 GMT -5
if you want her with the group have her take Saix's bike to the scrapyard in the center of town where they are
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 2, 2009 16:16:01 GMT -5
Chop transformed back into his original form. "Alright. There's a pretty steep and unstable ridge about a mile in. I say we vear west and make our way around. If we try and climb that thing we'll get buried in a landslide." Opening a compartment he pulled out two devices that looked like upside-down hotplates. "Use these to search for intact tech material under the service. It can detect the faintest signal of residual energy and let us know its salvagable. Saying that his arm rotated, turned into a fist and then into a solid orb and his eyes glowed green. "Follow me and try not to get lost. As we get deeper in the place takes a life of its own. Some areas have caverns, caves, some nuts even string together tech in dense masses forming forests of scrap metal which is easy to get lost in or even ambushed.
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Post by Reaper on Oct 3, 2009 23:44:38 GMT -5
Dark followed Chop into the scrap yard. Her eyes scanning their surrounding. Once they were actually moving threw she could feel the creepy vibes coming from the place. It was almost as if it was a whole other city inside of a city. It was weird how everything seemed to have a place in some shape or form. "Also we need to be careful on where we dig. Pulling something wrong out will probably bring a mountain down on top of us," she pointed out as they took a left around another pile. It was like they were moving along a designated road built just for travel. As they moved along the trail she ran the device that Chop had given them earlier. Her hand running across the pile, but still nothing showed up of any use. "This is going to take forever. If what we need is here it'll probably be in the center," she pointed out. Though she figured Chop already new that. He was the one to usually come out here to get the supplies to begin with.
As they moved threw the scrap yard it was about half way in before they came across their first gave. Dark stopped for a moment finding it quite fascinating how a cave could be built into a junk pile. "Wow," she said lightly as she walked slowly up to it. She looked around at the edges and at each of the pieces. "Everything seems to have a place in the scrap yard. Who ever builds these things really knows how to put together a puzzle," she said as she looked back at the others.
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Rosetta
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Post by Rosetta on Oct 3, 2009 23:56:40 GMT -5
Inigo examined the inverted hotplate that was handed to him. If it could make his job of finding salvage easier, he had no complaints carrying it around. He swept the area briefly, noting nothing of value, and nodded, following them deeper into the scrap yards. It always was worth noting how they kept building something out of nothing, having pratically their own living, breathing, evolving entity within the city itself. He saw Dark examine the first cave they came across, and scanned it briefly, coming up with nothing. He was trying different areas, just to see if he got lucky. Nothing so far, so he looked in as well. He had his own comments, although they were not as complimentary to the builders.
"It may take a puzzle master to set them up, but it only takes one ill placed weight or force to bring it all down, so watch what you touch, push, or pull when in or around them. But it proves ingenuity is still alive and well, if it hadn't been already."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 4, 2009 0:13:28 GMT -5
As he continued to scan the ground he heard Darks voice from far off. Without looking up he called out. "I told you to stay together." When he heard her finish her sentence he cursed and turned around to find Dark standing next to a cave. He instanly took out his slug gun. "Get away from there!" He yelled cocking it but he was to late. Suddenly three toys attacked Dark. It was hard to see what they were. A collection of random action figures and dolls all equiped with new gears and circuitry.
On her back was a teddybear with one glowing red eye. Raisin a paw retractable metal claws came out which it buried into her armor but not enough to puncture it. The second was a toy snake that began to try and entagle her while the last. The last was a toy spider using prods to try and hack her only she was pure human so all it did was diliver static shocks to the armor.
While Dark was being attacked a child-sized car rolled out with two make shift pressure launcher on either side. Aiming at Inigo, the pressurisor pumped up before shooting two cans of baked beans in his direction.
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Post by Reaper on Oct 4, 2009 0:54:48 GMT -5
"GAh!!" she cried out as she stumbled back reaching behind her head to get the bear off her back. "Stuffed animals are cute and all, but there not suppose to be little mechanical freaks and all," she growled as she finally reached the head. With one pull they head came off, but the body continued to move. "That's just wrong," she said as she threw the head into the cave. She left the rest of the bear be for the time being before moving to the spider, it being more of an annoyance than anything else. She pulled it from her side and threw it on the ground. One well place kick sent it into a pile of rubble breaking it into pieces.
Feeling the snake tighten around her leg was another story. She could feel the bones being crushed from the strength of the snake. She spent a moment trying to pull it off of her, but failing at every turn. Feeling the bear moving on he back made her growl under her breath. She extended her wings from the halberd causing it to throw the bear from her back. She reached under the back of the armor pulling out her daggers throwing one into the bear causing it to spark before dying. She stumbled slightly before reaching down and sawing away at the snake. After a bit she was able to pull it from her leg. She sheathed her daggers once more and tested her leg to make sure nothing was broken. Satisfied she looked up at Inigo to see if he needed help.
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Rosetta
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Zombie Hunting: Its not just a Sport...
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Post by Rosetta on Oct 4, 2009 10:47:04 GMT -5
Inigo heard Chop yell at Dark and immediately knew things had went south. The toys had already jumped her, and now this toy car rolled in with pressurized launchers. They were parallel shots though, so it was easy to duck and have both shots overshoot. He flicked his wrist out, and the blade sprang from its collapsed state, into the full length of the blade. No sense in trying to just hack it apart, he needed to find a spot to drive the blade into and disable the toy. He rushed forward, not bothering to leap and get blasted out of the air. Keeping a low moving profile, he sidestepped the toy pressure guns and yanked it sideways. It was small so it wasn't that hard. He pulled open the top and, rather then his original intention of hacking the toy, he just cut all the wires in view, and killed it in no uncertain terms.
Brushing the cables off his sword, and flipping the toy onto its top so it couldn't conveniently roll off, and stuffed the cannons with dirt in case they fired again, they would just explode unless they were cleaned out first. He stood, brushing his coat off and looked to see if Dark needed aid. Apparently not, so he allowed his blade to slip back into a collapsed state and wandered over, nodding to her and Chop.
"Well, the toys don't surprise me, although they were not really that pleasant to deal with. Hope neither of those cans hit anyone, was sort of busy dealing with the toy car."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 5, 2009 2:08:49 GMT -5
((I think I'll let her stick it out in the infirmary a bit longer. That way while yall get your whatever yall are doin' done, I can like...heal. That and incase I get busy (I'm baby-sitting) I won't be messin' anything up. I'll be back with the group soon though, no worries.))
Clarissa tried to get out of her room, but a nurse had caught her and sent her right back into the room she was assigned. Apparently she wasn't allowed out until they were sure she was able to function correctly. Apparently when the limit break struck her instead of the enemy, it did some damage inside as well as out.
The redhead sighed inwardly and laid on her bed, keeping her hands on her stomach and her eyes up at the ceiling. She felt weak. She felt weak, useless, and quite inferior as of now. She wasn't as strong as Dark or Saix. She was no Bishop. She wasn't like them, she was different.
"And not in a cool way..." Clarissa said lowly as she allowed her eyes to droop and close. When she was just about ready to fall asleep, there was a knock at the door. The knob turned and the door opened to show the nurse walk in, holding an envelope in her hand. The elderly woman smiled at the younger one and laid the letter on the desk beside her bed.
"Your father dropped this off. He said it came in for you yesterday. He wanted to see you, but you need your rest. He can come by tomorrow, however, " she told her.
The redhead, yawned and stretched her arms out before sitting up in bed and looking over at the letter lazily. "Prolly another letter sayin something along the lines of, 'Pay your Goddamn bills you useless bum, ya! Or we're takin' your house! And your dad! And the cat too!' The bastards..."
Clarissa reached over and grabbed the worn, beat-up, envelope. Not bothering to read who it was from, she turned it over and ripped it open.
"But the jokes on them! I don't have a cat..." she trailed off, pulling the paper out. As soon as she caught sight of the handwriting, her eyes widened. She quickly looked over at the envelope, turning it around and reading the sender's name. Her eyes darted back at the paper again before she started scanning through it.
"T-Tangora?!"
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 5, 2009 18:28:19 GMT -5
As the two took a breath of relief an eerie chuckle came from deep inside the cave. Soon after the laughter a revving sound buzzed through the air as two red eyes became visable. Slowly a large man came into view, large and cackling madly. The man that emerged was dressed in a dirtied clown suit. in his hand he held a chainsaw, following behind him was an army of toys.  "Who enters the land of misfit toys?" He asked with a wavering voice before laughing again. "Why, you are not toys, not toys at all." He smiled wide and blood started running down his jaw. "My friends, what should we do?" He asked the toys. "Feed the master! Feed the master!" The toys called out together. The clown then licked his lips. "Yesss, a fine idea indeed." He then began juggling the chainsaw. "Ohhh, the headbones connected to the, neck bone." He then grasped the chainsaw and then attempted to decapitate Dark. Meanwhile the toys made their way towards Inigo. Up stood a mini mecha pieced together by bits and parts of various toys. It stood about five feet high with a drill in one hand and a bladed claw on the other. With lightning speed it dashed at Inigo and thrust forward with it's drill at full rotation. ---------------------------------------------------------- Finishing his daily duties, Bishop hung up his apron next to the bar before lighting a cigerette. An uncommon habit but still a habit all the same. It was then that he heard a noise from the hotel rooms. Curious he waltzed through the halls as Amber, the medbot passed him by as he made his way to the open door. Thier he found Clarissa sitting on her bed reading a letter. "What's up? You really should be sleeping you know." |
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 5, 2009 19:40:45 GMT -5
Clarissa looked up from the paper in her hands and managed to pull her gaze up to Bishop whom was standing in her doorway. She was pretty quiet for a few seconds, trying to register the letter and Bishop's current presence.
"Oh uh, I got a letter from someone I use to know...Kinda...came out of the blue..." she trailed off. Realizing she wasn't really giving a proper greeting to her boss, she scoffed.
"Sorry, I'll get some rest soon. Just sick of not being out there training or with my partners...What's up with them? And with you?" she asked.
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