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« Reply #500 on Nov 7, 2009, 1:24am » | |
It had been a while since Frog had been to the apartment, dust had already begun to collect around his things. He removed his coat and plopped down on a couch, breathing a sigh of relief. He reclined for a moment before turning on the radio. ...Cowboys from Hell! Frog was happy to hear some new music after all this time. He kicked off his shoes and looked around at piles of magazines and old things that he'd collected. Soon he'd have to start sorting through it, find Goose's things. He frowned at the thought, deciding that perhaps he'd received some mail that could cheer him up. He headed back down stairs to check on the mail.
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« Reply #501 on Nov 7, 2009, 8:24am » | |
Rain fell on Flagg as he walked the run down streets of Nashville . He was in a rough, slummy area . Ram shackled apartments and broken down dilapidated shops as far as the eye could see; the sidewalks littered with junkies, thugs, and whores . He came upon 7th avenue; the beginning of the red light district . He was bitterly lonely and thought about taking some comfort in the arms of one of the sexy, sleazy street walkers but remembered some advice that he'd heard long ago : Flies spread disease, so keep yours closed . He quickly checked his fly and continued on . He heard come ons from the whores but resisted the urge to respond. Suddenly he he faintly heard a familiar voice .
"Aye, Flagg ! Where you been baby ? I haven't seen you 'round in a while. Don't tell me you done forgot 'bout little ol' Nadine !" the woman said, taking a drink of strong booze from a tinted brown bottle .
"I didn't forget about you ." he said calmly, not wanting a conversation, Nadine didn't read him . "Then why haven't you been 'round, baby ? " she asked . "Been busy . Military shit, you know, they want shit blown up so I blow it up " he answered, thinking of Gato's pale dead face as he spoke . "I hear ya, baby . To be honest you military boys never shut the fuck up about it when you give yer' pillow talk . It's all "Shot this, killed that " I swear you all act like the more kills you get the bigger your dick gets . I've seen a lot of em' and I've got to say it doesn't
"I'm sure you're not talking about mine " he said dryly as he walked, Nadine following beside . "Course not, Flagg !" she laughed. "You know you rock my world, though you'd be even better if you'd" She leaned in and whispered something lewd in his ear . "Sorry, babe, I don't eat spoiled meat" he said, " and besides I'm really not in the mood right now . " Nadine began to become upset "Come on, baby, I need some cash and you need someone to make you feel good . " She rubbed up against him " Just a quickie, okay? "
"I told you no already so why the fuck do you keep bothering me ? " he snapped, grabber he by the wrist, he instantly regretted that decision. Nadine pulled her hand back and swung hard, still holder the tinted bottle. It slammed hard into Flagg's temple remaining unbroken; that made it hurt so much worse . "Get the fuck away from me you fucking bastard !" she shouted " I don't never wanna see you again!" He heard her continue to shout as he walked but couldn't make any of it out, he'd put too much distance between them . It was then that he realized he wanted her after all; but it was too late now.
The rain picked up as he walked. He looked up and read the signs as he passed them; 10, 11, 12 . "Just a bit further" he thought as he passed . After a few more minutes of walking he made it to his destination: a two story house on 22nd and Acadia avenue,a flashing red light beckoning him in . He walked in to the dimly lit house, the smell of perfume and fornication greeting him as he entered . Flagg made his way to the parlor where he knew the madame would be . There she was, sitting in a red velvet high backed chair .
"You gonna creep around or are you gonna come see me ?" she asked as she waved him over . He took a seat beside her. "What did you need, hon?" she asked . "I'm hear about Gato ." he replied "I'm sure you heard already but I . . "
"Wanted to tell me in person ." She finished . "Yes, Ma'am . I thought you deserved more than a telegraph and sympathy letter." he replied . "She also had some personal items I wanted to deliver" he said as he pulled Gato's pistol from his holster . He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of dog tags and handed both to the woman . " Is this . . . ?"
Flagg stood up from his seat. " Everything, Ma'am. All else is either already here or was military property; now if you'd excuse me I really must get back to base . " "Thank you" she said as she sobbed . "I'm sorry for your loss, your daughter was a good woman." said Flagg as he left the woman to grieve . Flagg re-entered the cold and damp streets and made his way back to the base .
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« Reply #502 on Nov 7, 2009, 9:20am » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
Get to a good bar, get drunk, sleep it off, head home. Get to a good bar...
Was a lot of them not on duty? Yeah. Does that change the fact that they shouldn't act like a bunch of fucking wild animals the minute they get into a bad bar and get some bad booze in them? Nope.
Ah shit, it's raining...
Hands in his pockets, he begins to walk, obviously to that other guys that was talking with him.
I just want to drink in peace. If you follow me and want to talk, whatever... just don't be annoying
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« Reply #503 on Nov 9, 2009, 10:15am » | |
Weylyn nodded at the bearded man spoke. It was obvious why this man was a leader, he just radiated a commanding aura about him. The shotgun probably helped with that. “Yeah, just give me a second?” Weylyn drug Luke and himself over to the ambulance that had arrived. The attendant rushed them, as did an MP. Weylyn sat Luke down on the back of the ambulance, turning to the MP. “Those men,” pointing to the friends of sword guy now being lead out in handcuffs, “are the cause of this. I want them charged with assault on an superior officer. They hit me in the head with a bottled and probably cracked a rib or two.” The blood now trickling down Weylyn's head was more than enough back up for his claims. With any luck this whole thing would turn into a big fight of he said she said and no one would be kicked out.
As the MP left Weylyn turned back to Luke who was being looked over by the medic, “Hey, sorry again for all of this. Here's my number,” pulling a pencil from his pockey now cracked in half, and scribbled a number on the back of a scrap of paper, “Look me up when your feeling better and we'll get a drink that doesn't involve a hospital stay.” The young man gave a Luke a smile and turned back toward Erick.
He wiped the blood from his head with his sleeve. His ribs were not as bad as he had made out to the MP, since they were already feeling better, but it seemed like a bit more to stick it to the fellows who had hit him with a bottle.
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« Reply #504 on Nov 9, 2009, 3:57pm » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
He waited, what for? he didn't really know. Maybe he could recrut the man to return to the west with him. He certainly needed as many men as he could, and considering the direness of the job he generally never had many takers when he headed this way.
He usually ended up recruiting Wastelanders chased out of their homes from raiders, or even raiders themselves who wanted to be able to chaos mayhem within civilized areas, but were still willing to orders being given. So long as they listened, worked hard and didn't jeopordize their work, he was happy.
He didn't like staying in Nashville long; he only ever stayed long enough for his desired supplies to be acquired, and enough time for whatever hangover he might've gotten to have subsided by then. He didn't like leaving his men alone back there; he always liked being as up to date as possible with the ones working as sleeper cells within various industries there, slowly working towards sabotaging them in great ways, and the rest he worried about them being caught. Especially his wife.
Might've been a mistake for two rebels working in the most dangerous part of the world to wed, but if it was a mistake it was one they felt they were alright with. At least they'd never bring a child into the world, least not until it was a free one. He didn't want to have to have a child of his grow up in the world he had to...
Though, at least they wouldn't have to grow up in the life he was forced into.
"You ready?"
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Yo, sup, ICE to meetcha, fucker, welcome to my stage. The name's Ice Man, better COOL your jets, 'cause you ain't ready to engage me.
I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
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« Reply #505 on Nov 9, 2009, 9:30pm » | |
Weylyn walked up with a smile, touching the clotted, sticky place on the top of his head. “Um,yeah thanks for waiting.” The duo walked for a bit in a rather awkward silence before Weylyn finally spoke up. “Um, my name is Weylyn by the way. Thanks for breaking that up.” He looked around as the condition of the buildings improved. “So your stationed out west? I've heard about that coast, even while I was still in The City. Is it true there are cults that worship the masters?”
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« Reply #506 on Nov 9, 2009, 9:48pm » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
"You can call me Erik the Red, the Viking... either or. Somehow I ended up with two, similar rebel names, and I don't mind being called either."
Walking along and seeing the condition and style of building begin to improve after a while, making him breathe a sigh of relief. Heading into civilization...
Hearing the question then, he nodded. "It's too. Loyalists outnumber civilians by a great amount there. It may not be close to where Wily generally is, but it's a lot nicer area for them. Not so grim, like the City..."
"The cults exist mostly in the poorer loyalists, and civilians. The higher up ones, while venerating him at least so far as the riches they receive from coddling his balls, they don't consider him or his robots Gods."
He shakes his head, and spits. "It sickens me to how he can be worshiped like a God damned diety. He's nothing but a sick, sadistic man, along with all loyalists. They're a cancer I'd sooner cut and remove from the world forever. They can be just as bad as that man sitting in that tower, watching it all."
Walking more. "It's Hell out there. Knowing just how alone you are can really get to a person; however, it just says how much important our work is. We do more out there than many commands ever hope around here. Bombings, assassinations... sleeper cells, sleeper cells that have been going on for as long as I had command out there, slowly gaining trust, knowledge... waiting for the day they can activate and destroy from within and return to the rest of us."
"One day soon I hope to topple the west. I believe it is vital to take out the loyalist cancer there, destroy the factories devoted to building all manor of robots for Wily, and showing the cults that their 'gods' are nothing but flesh and steel... and flesh rots, and steel rusts."
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Yo, sup, ICE to meetcha, fucker, welcome to my stage. The name's Ice Man, better COOL your jets, 'cause you ain't ready to engage me.
I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
CHILLIN' like a villain like I'm fuckin' Stan Lee; ExCELSIUS, true believers, not gonna put the FREEZE on me.
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« Reply #507 on Nov 9, 2009, 10:33pm » | |
"Megan," she said. "Some people call me Mig, but that's, um... a nickname... thing. My name's Megan."
She seemed more than a little distracted. Though she was trying to tuck away all the upsetting thoughts, the past week weighed heavily on her mind. Especially Crash. She had no way of knowing, at that moment, Crash was sitting in a lab, half-assembled but otherwise safe. For all she knew, he had been taken apart, his components harvested, the essential parts that held his consciousness and memories destroyed.
If she thought about it too much, though, she feared the tears would start to flow. And she definitely didn't want to do that in front of this stranger, whom she'd thrown herself at because he was the first available distraction. She didn't like the thought of seeming even more vulnerable. Though she wasn't the kind to titter, Tee hee, I'm soooo drunk, at this point she probably didn't need to. She wasn't sure what his plans were, but she had an idea or two. It might be nice to distract herself, to find comfort in the arms of a dark-haired stranger. And if he was dangerous... At the moment, she was beyond caring.
"...cello."
She snapped back to reality. "Wait... what?"
He chuckled. "I said my name is Cello. C'mon, I know a nice club a few blocks from here."
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« Reply #508 on Nov 9, 2009, 11:55pm » | |
The young man listened almost in awe. He'd not said his own code name, never really liking it to begin with. When he'd first joined the resistance they had coded him The Saxon, but preferred his own name. “Wow, that is significantly more bad ass than anything I've done.” He shook his head, trying to imagine that situation. It seemed insane the resistance wasn't focusing on the source of the the main robot threat.
“I am helping to spear head the High Mobility Armored Strike units, or h-mas units. Basically they are tricked out armored motorcycles. I use to be the captain of a squad in Wily's army. I even got assigned to Quickman, but... Well, let's just say watching the Master work really changes your outlook on things.” Weylyn looked to the ground, feeling guilty again for being part of Wily's army for as long as he had been.
He turned back to Erick, changing the subject, “Anyways, we haven't been used in combat yet. We have had to combine the normal attack patterns with urban guerrilla tactics, that and build the bikes. Thank god I was able to steal mine or we'd have no design.” The young man looked around, starting to feel hungry again. That's what not finishing dinner then having you head knocked around will do for you. “I really want to see the kind of damage we could do.
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« Reply #509 on Nov 10, 2009, 12:14am » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
He nodded. "Sounds good. You would have good company in the Mechriders, who also specialize in motorcycle fighting, but more long ranged and artillery style fighting. Before I got my own command I dabbled with them a bit."
"My own reasoning for joining the rebellion... are my own. If people generally tell me their pasts, hey whatever. My rule on it all is 'I don't ask, so don't ask me.'."
Walking along the street, getting near the place he had in mind...
"However, once in the rebellion I did all I could to help, to fight against Wily, his 'bots and the loyalist scum that plague this world. It was scary for me then, especially when I first ran off. When you're 14, you think you know it all... until you get out there and have life give you a long, hard slap. However, I kept with it, and it got easier for me eventually. Never did I give up."
Ahh... finally.
"Finally, the best grill & pub in all of Nashville, I say." Heading inside Shamus's, the sound of the band playing their fiddles and flutes fills the air as he sits down. "I'll take a bourbon."
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Yo, sup, ICE to meetcha, fucker, welcome to my stage. The name's Ice Man, better COOL your jets, 'cause you ain't ready to engage me.
I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
CHILLIN' like a villain like I'm fuckin' Stan Lee; ExCELSIUS, true believers, not gonna put the FREEZE on me.
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« Reply #510 on Nov 10, 2009, 3:25pm » | |
Frog flipped through a stack of junkmail, mailed paperwork and a few letters for Goose. Other than a single envelope for Ghost, there really wasn't anything interesting in the stack. He rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day, though not as long as some he'd had recently. Frog sighed and headed back to his room, being boring and not really having anything happen to him right now.
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« Reply #511 on Nov 11, 2009, 12:42am » | |
“Yeah, they tried to recruit me when I first showed up. I just couldn't make the speed adjustment. Their bikes are way to freaking slow for me.” Weylyn listened and nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had spilled his guts to the stranger, but they guy hadn't seemed to mind. Besides, Weylyn didn't really have a whole lot of awesome rebellion stories to share.
The bar was amazing. He hadn't really been able to get to the center of the city often, and he really didn't know the layout of restaurants and clubs that well. Weylyn grabbed a chair at the same table as Erick, “Um, just a beer please. Can I get a menu too?” He leaned back in his chair and sighed a bit. The music was light, energetic, and he loved it. He leaned over to Erick, a smile on his face. “I love this music. Normally around here all you hear is heavy metal. I mean, I love my metal like any other rebel, but sometimes I could use a change you know?” When the waitress brought their drink Weylyn dove into the menu, sipping his beer. “Recommend anything?”
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« Reply #512 on Nov 11, 2009, 12:53am » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
"Whatever sounds good to you. They do a good haggis here; it's basically sausage, before you ask."
Sitting down at the table from the bar, he agreed with him; metal and rock... they were great. However, sometimes you just want to listen to something to calm you down, or energetic you in other ways.
"A twice baked potato. That's what I want; you don't get stuff like that often, and simple shit like that sometimes fits just right in the gullet. And a screwdriver to go with it."
Twenty minutes later of talking later, Erik had a good buzz going. Finishing the tater and softer drink to wash it down he went back to the harder stuff, and just continued to talk on with the man. He seemed like a good man; probably would be good to recruit him for out west.
The band continued in the background, and after finishing their last song started up on another, familiar song. One Erik was quite fond of.
Erik didn't know it, and many of the others there either, but it had been a rebel song from a time gone by, from before Wily ruled the world, addressed to a separate group of oppressive people dominating a group of rebels who wanted nothing of it. It's original meaning and lyrics, while not totally lost, were generally lost on most that heard it.
It had, however, gotten new life within the Protomen rebellion; lyrics, quite similar to the original but addressing things related to the Protomen rebellion and North America of the past couple years replacing a lot of the stuff; addressing the attack on Denver when a great rebel rising grew within it, unrelated to the Protomen rebellion, that was squashed and nearly wiped the very city from the map; it had been long rebuilt and lived in by others, but it was different. And the brave sacrifice of those that died there would also be remembered.
It also dealt with the Akron event; not the recent one, of it becoming a new free zone because of a defected Wily technician, no, but one of several years ago, when apparently three robot masters came to the city to make an example before a great rebel gathering how none were above the rule of Wily; and then chased and fought away by the combined forces of the entire Protomen leaders, the Protomen themselves. Even mentioned the great loss of life in the Mega Man incident, and a couple of their leaders that were sadly lost to Wily.
Erik had learned the words, and while one couldn't say the alcohol didn't have any effect on what he did next, it could also be said he would've done it whether or not he was boozed up.
Hitting the table in tune with the music, he began to sing the lyrics this rebellion had given to the melody.
"I was born in the City streets, where the loyal drums to beat, and the loving Loyalists feet walked all over us..."
The band, a bit unprepared to have someone begin to sing with them perked up and began to play a bit better, with more energy and figor as Erik stood up from his bar stool and turned to face the people of the bar.
"And every single night when my dad would come home tight, he'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus!"
Smacking his chest with his clenched fist, "Come out you loyalist scum! Come out and fight me, you damned bums! Show your wife how you won medals out in Denver! Tell her how the Protomen made you run like hell away, from the bleak and empty streets of Akron city!"
Several of the other people in the bar, all eyes on him, began to get into it as well. A few who knew the words singing along with, though none as loudly as he, and the rest clapping and stomping to the tune.
"Come tell us how you slew them ol' citizens two by two! They had been armed with nothing but their very lives! Of how bravely you faced one with your hundred automatons, and you masacred all those people in the streets!"
The people singing stood up with him now, and sang the chorus line with him as loudly as they could as the band kept up, playing louder, with more passion.
"Come out you loyalist scum! Come out and fight me, you damned bums! Show your wife how you won medals out in Denver! Tell her how the Protomen made you run like hell away, from the bleak and empty streets of Akron city!"
Standing up on his stool now to rise above the people, now all singing, clapping and stomping along, he continued.
"Come let us hear you tell how Wily slammed the brave old world, and destroyed it well and truly persecuted! Where are the sneers and jeers that you proudly let us hear, when our heroes Fetterman and Scartoe were executed?!
Come out you loyalist scum, come out and FIGHT ME you God damned bums! Show your wife how you won medals out in Denver! Tell how the Protomen made you run like hell away, from the bleak and empty streets of Akron city!"
The band played on as all the patrons within the pub continued to clap and stomp to the tune; the fiddlers a fiddlin' to their best they could!
More shouting at this point than singing, Erik continued on. "Oh, come out you Loyalist rots! Come out and fight without your 'bots! Show your wife how you won medals for your glory! You murdered thousands of men and you'll do the same again, so go to Hell and take your fucking army!"
All the patrons standing, now all singing-shouting in unison, repeated the chorus line twice once more, the band playing harder than they had in a good long time, and when the song finally ended, what started as a peaceful, quite little pub had erupted into cheers.
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Yo, sup, ICE to meetcha, fucker, welcome to my stage. The name's Ice Man, better COOL your jets, 'cause you ain't ready to engage me.
I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
CHILLIN' like a villain like I'm fuckin' Stan Lee; ExCELSIUS, true believers, not gonna put the FREEZE on me.
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« Reply #513 on Nov 12, 2009, 12:29am » | |
Weylyn nodded, his mouth watering at the rather tasty selection. “Ok, how about that haggis stuff, and the potato thing he is having?” the young man said as he handed the menu back to the waitress. The food was amazing, and the fact Weylyn had no idea what haggis was made it go down that much easier. The men talked and laughed, Weylyn letting himself actually relax for once.
He was feeling a pretty good buzz going by the time the band had started their faithful song began playing. Weylyn didn't know the song at all, but he did enjoy listening to Erick sing. The guy wasn't very good, but the passion was there, and the when the energy really picked up, Weylyn was the one to lead the rest of the pub in standing and clapping, a smile plastered on his face. When the song ended the whole bar erupted into cheers, the bartender even giving out a round on the house. Weylyn took their beers, holding the pitcher out to Erick, “So is that how you all relax out east?”
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« Reply #514 on Nov 12, 2009, 9:36am » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
Drinking his down, he stood there for a bit. "When... when I come out here to the east? Well why not. We don't get times like this out west. To do any kind of celebration, we usually... usually have to head into the Wastes for that. Too risky a singin' and dancin' on the west coast."
Generally, he didn't like beer, but the harder stuff he had been drinking had him liquored up enough to not notice. And that little show left him thirsty.
The pub was slowly calming back down, people going back to their food and booze and the band taking a break for a bit and filtering in some classic rock, which by this point in time was really classic, from a radio station.
Forgetting himself in the booze for a minute, he asks Weylyn. "So; you got any family?" Most asking it in case they too were rebels, and whether or not they would want to come out west or stay. "Shit... shit wait forget I asked. I don't ask personal questions, and I don't answer them. I blame... blame it on the booze."
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Yo, sup, ICE to meetcha, fucker, welcome to my stage. The name's Ice Man, better COOL your jets, 'cause you ain't ready to engage me.
I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
CHILLIN' like a villain like I'm fuckin' Stan Lee; ExCELSIUS, true believers, not gonna put the FREEZE on me.
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« Reply #515 on Nov 12, 2009, 2:35pm » | |
As soon as they were free from the rain, Unholy had ordered Wire to pull down the tarp and take control of the Tesla cannon. An hour of driving at top speed later, they found a half-dead raider on the side of the road. The radio began to play Fight's "War Of Words" as Unholy slammed his door. As he approached, he could see that the raider had taken a shotgun blast to his right leg and was bleeding out through a gash in his torso.
"Alright, Raider. Who or what killed you. Answer my questions and I'll put you down quick."
The man looked up at Unholy, answering through pained breath.
"Wouldn't... wouldn't tell us his name... or hers. Called himself... knight."
"He said he was a knight?"
"No... The. The Knight."
"Did he say anything else?"
"Blessed by the night... Bloodied angels fast descending... out of shadows shining ever-bright, neon... All I remember."
"Where did this happen?"
"Two hours... north. By car. I... tried to reach Nashville. Need a doctor."
"Raiders don't get doctors, you know that. Did he have a vehichle."
"He... had a bike. Don't know how far he got. Every raider... thousand miles... on his tail."
Unholy straightened up, drawing his pistol from his side. He pointed it at the man's head.
"That's all I needed to hear."
Bang.
Slamming the truck's door closed again, he set the pistol down on the empty passenger's seat and shifted into gear.
"We have a trail. Hold on."
The truck sped off road, past the dead raider.
A WAR. OF WORDS.
A WAR. OF WORDS.
A WAR. OF WORDS.
A WAR.
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« Reply #516 on Nov 12, 2009, 9:52pm » | |
The people of Akron were worried; the bombing on the surface seems to have been stepped up. While they still had plenty of of ground over them to keep protecting them... they worried it could eventually give way from it all. Or stop, and give way to a massive attack.
They had plenty of rebel soldiers stationed there, and reprogrammed JOE units that weren't being altered stationed to protect all the sealed, old ways into the underground areas; and even had them stationed at the hidden entrance, just in case it was found. Tensions, however, were still running high.
There were reports that robot masters could be involved with it now, though how many was unknown. They couldn't get any reports to Nashville reliably at the moment to ask for advice, to find out if Edwards had even gotten there alright. They were in the dark; and even if they weren't, they had been told prior to this greater amount of attack that the Protomen leaders wouldn't be in Nashville for another week or more anyways; out scouting places, raising moral in various bases, and seeing if reports of other resistances in the southern parts of the continent were true; and if they would be friendly to their own.
The techs were having trouble concentrating on their work; the stepped up attack told them they needed to finish very quickly, get it done; get this massive army for the rebellion finished and turn it on those attackers, march them right to the City... but the techs were on their last nerves. Anxiety attacks common, brought on from long work hours, little rest, and the constant explosions on the surface.
They couldn't fail... but the worry that they might range out in their minds too much.
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I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
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« Reply #517 on Nov 13, 2009, 12:44am » | |
Weylyn shook his head, trying to clear it a bit. He had meant the West, but the booze was getting to him harder than he thought. Erick had answered his question though. He sat down across from the viking, swaying his head in time with the tasty little Who track filtering in through the radio. Then Erick had to go and forget the rules.
Weylyn had no problems trading battle stories, or talking about his time in Wily's army. Everyone in the rebellion had something to live down, but his family was another matter. “nah man, it's fine.” Weylyn said, looking down toward his lap a bit. It was awkward for him. He hadn't seen them in years, not a word to them since he went AWOL. “I got family, I think, still in The City. My parents aren't loyalists, just not brave people. They are, or were, really afraid of robots. I am convinced something happened to them during the Protoman incident that they never told me about. Anyways, when I ran, I just ran. I knew I'd never convince them to leave, and it would be to risky for me to talk about it to them.” Weylyn downed the rest of his beer, trying to stay calm. He had felt guilty for leaving them, but there was no way to get them out.
“I love them, but I didn't know if I could trust them, you never know if you can trust anyone in the City. I had to leave,” Weylyn was more or less talking to himself, justifying like he always did, “I couldn't follow that monster another day. Watch someone else die for thinking exactly what I thought.”
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« Reply #518 on Nov 13, 2009, 8:39pm » | |
Luke walked through the doors of the hospital, leaving. Well, it wasn't really a hospital, more of just a building where all the rebel doctors worked. He was feeling much better from the bar fight, only having to get a bandage on his cheek where some glass shards had hit.
Some of the people inside had asked him about the fight. He almost told them about what had happened, but he went with Weylyn's story so he wouldn't get into as much trouble as if he said he started it. He started taking a walk, to no where in particular. The soldier was thinking about what would happen if the military found out he started. That seemed bad, but he had a feeling something worse was going to happen...
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« Reply #519 on Nov 13, 2009, 11:49pm » | |
Erik the Red/The Viking
"Understood."
Sipping at his drink, and placing it back down and just being silent for a bit. "My past is my own; and is dead to boot. That life is gone, so I don't refer to it. And it isn't something that generally brings a lot of pride with it."
No one that knew him knew his real past 'cept those that knew him back then. Not even his wife. And she only knew his rebel name, on top of it all.
He liked it that way.
It was getting later; not incredibly late, and since it's an all night pub it wasn't really emptying out; just the evening people slowly clearing out, being replaced with the night people ever so slowly. In a few hours, the musicians would leave, being replaced with radio set down low. The people of the bar would keep to themselves, quiet, maybe really low conversations going on.
Even good bars, after a certain time, sorta take on a "seedy" atmosphere the later in the night it gets.
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Yo, sup, ICE to meetcha, fucker, welcome to my stage. The name's Ice Man, better COOL your jets, 'cause you ain't ready to engage me.
I'm the COOLEST cat around, yeah, my robot penguins all agree I got a PhD in kicking ass, I'll show you my DEGREE.
CHILLIN' like a villain like I'm fuckin' Stan Lee; ExCELSIUS, true believers, not gonna put the FREEZE on me.
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