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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 13, 2005 11:54:59 GMT -8
Dispair: So, erm striker, you any good at tictactoe? Rage:(Dear God, this can't be my brother.)
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 13, 2005 13:54:13 GMT -8
*Striker glares at DIspair, then drags his sword over to a chair, sitting down with it's blade in hand*
Striker: Don't try any funny stuff.... this blade cuts a Navis soul data, meaning that anything it cuts'll never heal.... ever!
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 13, 2005 14:03:16 GMT -8
Dispair: Wow, thats scarcely threatning.*Dispair's left arm materializes into a long black blade* Rage: Yep*Rage's right arm materializes into a long red blade* Dispair: I go first! *They both play tictactoe, ignoring Striker*
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 13, 2005 14:07:50 GMT -8
*Angry, Striker chips the table where the two are playing in half, instantly deleting it*
Striker: I don't think you understand, kids.... if I chop your heads off with this sword, you're dead... for good! You couldn't even be backed up!
*With that, Striker walks back, smirking at the deleted table*
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 13, 2005 14:42:37 GMT -8
Despair: Dude, what the jello, we get it , you slash us with the sword we can't be repaired blah blah blah. Rage: Yah, chilax.
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Post by That Guy on Nov 13, 2005 21:43:34 GMT -8
(//points to Despair// He's playing with some all-evil guy. XD)
As Striker just cut apart and deleted Colonel's desk, the TV screen lit up with a message from Colonel.
Colonel Transmission: If I come back and there are any damages, the Navi who committed this damage will be immediately taken for deconstruction.
Animaquis.EXE: (^_^ Serves him right.) For both of your sakes...
Animaquis glanced at the Navis, glaring at both Despair and Striker. She spoke using her voice masker, as usual, but in a hasty and harsh way. She meant firmness, and the pink lights coving her eyes as part of the disguise flashed into flames. She turned around and walked at a gradual pace towards the door, stopping.
Animaquis.EXE: Despair, shut up. Striker, that was Colonel's desk you just deleted. You two, any more nonsense won't be tolerated. Striker, I'd watch where you swing your sword - Colonel values his desk very highly, having used it even during Barrel's time, and destroying property that old is grounds for deconstruction. I'm not here as either of your mothers - I came here to watch you two here, and to make sure they don't get hurt because of something stupid. I didn't come here to babysit anyone, and never will I babysit anyone. IF ANYONE tries anything, I have the data equivalent of elephant tranquilizers under my cloak, as well as many other things that would make you all stop acting like little children. To me, your bragging about your swords sound like little kids talking about how cool their action figures are.
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 14, 2005 12:57:13 GMT -8
Despair: Dude, we never bragged about our swords, mister slashy here did*glares at striker* Rage: Animaquis, Whats wrong with you, you seem tense.
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Post by That Guy on Nov 14, 2005 19:18:34 GMT -8
Animaquis stood still facing the door, her expression unchanged. She spoke even more hastily now, but with an essence of Colonel - the articulation of a commander now present.
Animaquis.EXE: ......I do not care who begun it - and you shall refer to him by his name given at birth, for I expect all of my men to be courteous and chivalrous to all outside of the battlefield. Drawing your own blade is a sign of pride over your weapon. While I value mine as well, I do not show it for show - I use it for its true purpose. As for your information, I have nothing troubling me whatsoever, and know proper etiquette involves not to pry into people. (......Sunuva'...... I'm supposed to be calm when Esperanto's out there and we risk losing our leader!? And it doesn't make things better with Colonel out there...... Forte, go to the bloody Hell you belong in and leave us alone.)
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 15, 2005 16:25:40 GMT -8
Rage: Im not stupid, they created me and despair to sense someone's emotion and manipulate it, given our names Despair and Rage, now whats troubling you.*attempts to make mental link* Despair: Hey Striker, how does someone get on your good side?
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Post by That Guy on Nov 15, 2005 18:27:06 GMT -8
Animaquis sighed and spoke calmly this time. Her cloak moved slowly now, and she looked down. A barrier formed around her, preventing any data from going in or out of her, so that a mental link that would try to be formed with her would break apart. While it was unable to be seen or felt, she was starting to breathe slightly heavily.
Animaquis.EXE: (I can't show them anything, I have to be the warrior I was born as, not the sobbing weakling that my stupid creator wanted me as...... I worry of Esperanto, but that is all, if I tell them that, the morale of our very army would decrease, and if he dies, then it would only hurt all the more. He was a fool - peace!? Peace... 'Twould never exist in this world. Never can it live with the corruption already set into place in this world.) Confidentiality was given to me as one of my rights in enlisting into this army. We are all Esperanto's men, and we were granted freedom of privacy, which I shall utilize immediately. We were all also to abide by his code of honour, and as one of Esperanto's men, I shall observe his code of honour with absoluteness.
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 16, 2005 13:06:00 GMT -8
Rage: Animaquis...This is no army, we are a band of poorly treated projects...we are like an army, but we are just a band of rebels, fighting for the right of our kind...disrespected, mistreated, and abused "pets"...You may think we cant have emotion, but if i hid my emotion, me and Despair there wouldn't be alive... Despair: *lies down on ground and sleeps*
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Post by That Guy on Nov 16, 2005 15:59:02 GMT -8
Animaquis.EXE: (Half of me says they spouted bullcrap. Half of me says they imparted wisdom.) Might I remind you that almost half of the 20,000 projects here are of the Revolution Army? Emotion has its values - but this is war, wartime has no room for emotion, and only strength has its ways. The very bloodstains on the battlefield should be enough to tell you that in war, it is merely about destroying your opponent, and often as harsh and as torturous as possible. As the Executioner, I have orders to remain vigilant in this war. An Executioner cannot feel the pain of his opponent - he must slay with vigilance, and bring upon death as commanded. If he would be commanded into bringing death in torturous and cruel ways in order to make the enemy cry tears of blood, then so be it. I follow my commander, and if he tells me to do something, I will do so, or die trying.
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 17, 2005 13:51:09 GMT -8
Rage: Emotion is my strength...When i get angry..I fight and fight till one is left standing...and I dont realize i kill someone until its over. Despair: *snores*
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Post by That Guy on Nov 17, 2005 16:38:38 GMT -8
(Ah, yes... One trait I have in real life that isn't always good - always be calm... But when provoked... //beats someone with his tower//)
Animaquis.EXE: Perhaps you're right - though someone else could easily kill you. Your guard will be far too weak, and your mind loses all power. Through a mere arrow, I could kill you off.
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Post by xX Max Xx on Nov 17, 2005 17:00:43 GMT -8
Rage: I know that you show off. Despair:*Rolls over onto a pin then jumps up screaming*
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