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Post by Mizagium on Feb 13, 2011 19:27:50 GMT -5
yummy
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 13, 2011 19:40:01 GMT -5
Ew
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 13, 2011 19:43:35 GMT -5
then Sarge helps them take down Ramiel
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 13, 2011 19:50:39 GMT -5
With Reaganesk firepower?
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 13, 2011 20:00:13 GMT -5
With tank jumping
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 13, 2011 20:53:57 GMT -5
oH rEAGAN.
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 13, 2011 21:29:13 GMT -5
"See that Private?"
"The big, blue diamond?"
"That's right, Private. Aim the cannon downward; we're jumping it."
"But...the cannon doesn't swing that way, sir."
"I ain't tellin' you to put the moves on it, Private! just point the damn thing at the ground!"
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 14, 2011 16:22:55 GMT -5
lol
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 14, 2011 16:24:25 GMT -5
anyone here besides seen Dark than Black besides Adam and myself?
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 14, 2011 16:31:47 GMT -5
No.
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 14, 2011 16:34:12 GMT -5
Darn. Well, it doesn't matter. Two character that will show up during the Wonder Chef arc are Gai Kurosawa and Kiko. Gai likes to pretend he's a detective in an old film noir. Kiko is his partner and likes anime.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 14, 2011 16:46:18 GMT -5
yay
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 14, 2011 16:53:53 GMT -5
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 20, 2011 4:20:22 GMT -5
SEELE 01 awoke several hours later refreshed. That might have been the best sleep he’d had in a long time. Being 4000 years old (and an angel) sort of eliminated the need for sleep – and feeling, and eating, and talking OH GOD if he would stop talking, but anyway – so when he did manage to catch a few winks, he enjoyed it. Sleeping cleansed him of his worries most times, allowing him awake with a clear head and calm mind. This had been one of those sleeps. Peaceful. Like a cat, he stretched his arms and arched his back; he kept his eyes closed to savor the moment for as long as possible. It was only when the overpowering stench of rabies filled his nostrils did he dare open his eyes a crack – and then immediately shut them tightly.
A large squirrel sat at his desk and watched him, tail flicking back and forth – back and forth like a chronometer (That’s a clock for the less intelligent of you readers; SEELE 01 likes fancy things with fancy names. It’s a sickness, I know).
His entire office was filled with squirrels.
Fucking squirrels.
They seemed to all sense that he had awakened because they all stood up on their hind legs and stared at him with their horrible little ringed eyes. SEELE 01 glanced around cautiously. “Uh, nice doggies?”
The squirrels bared their teeth and attacked.
All of the other SEELE members were busy doing other things at the time. Over all of their radios came the strangest sentence they had ever heard. “Confound these wretched rodents! For one I fling away, ten more vex me!”
11: I wonder if he got our present?
09: …
10: My thoughts exactly.
01: Get OUT of my hair! I just had it straightened!
04: Doesn’t sound like it.
06: He doesn’t sound all that grateful. We think we should try again.
01: No, no, no, not there!
10: You guys wanna…give him the second half?
05: I think that would be appropriate.
03: What’s that now?
08: Squawk!
02: Let’s do it, motherfuckers!
10: Press the button, 12.
12: Ver….y…well…
04: Oh man, this’ll be good.
Once the button was pressed, the ceiling of SEELE 01’s office shuddered and two trap doors swung downward. Seconds later, a mass of squirrels poured out of the ceiling. Lots of them. Just a crazy amount of squirrels.
01: SDFGRGRBDLOEO;SDNHBW;NB IRPL NWETI;LBEW[OTBNETIOB NEI; NETYBIUNHERGIHHEBTRIETHBETI2934834Y5947532TRGFBR!!!!!!
02: Now if you all don’t mind I will be assuming control of this meeting.
10: Just roll the tape so we can go home.
02: Super…Awesome…Tape…Pressing…POWER!
09: …
Everyone sighed as the hologram flickered to life again.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 22, 2011 0:56:29 GMT -5
Oh lawdy
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 22, 2011 0:58:56 GMT -5
it gets better
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 22, 2011 22:58:06 GMT -5
I'm also working on a news crew that will be reporting on the damage done to the city. Co-anchors, a weather girl and a sports guy. Don't know why I'm doing this, but it seems like a good idea at the time.
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 28, 2011 0:40:23 GMT -5
Sometime during the fighting, Lloyd got bored and left for school. Which was weird since he was still dressed in his red train-conductor outfit and had both swords tied to his…waist? I don’t have a picture with me at the moment, but I’m pretty sure Lloyd doesn’t wear a belt. Which means that his sword scabbards are held up by nothing. So I guess magnetic weapons. Isn’t that a trope? Probably.
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Correction, I’m apparently an idiot and both of his swords do indeed have belts. Lopsided belts, but belts nonetheless. However I am not deleting that last paragraph, even thought it took more time to type out THIS paragraph than to delete THAT one. Why? Fuck you, that’s why.
Also, the trope I was looking for was Sticks to the Back.
Whatever. Story time, or something.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Feb 28, 2011 0:53:14 GMT -5
belts an shit'
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 28, 2011 21:19:21 GMT -5
Genis Sage crossed his arms and scowled. Not an angry scowl, not one that arises from a situation turning out for the worst. Nor was it a scowl that indicated a train of angry thoughts parading through his mind. No, this was a scowl that simply was. There was no beginning and there was no end; not even the edges of his mouth. This scowl continued on into infinity, surpassing the limitations of facial muscles. Even this increasingly long paragraph fails to capture the sheer ness of his scowl.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, Genis was in a good mood.
“What are you scowling about this time, Genis?” Emil Castagnier asked, ever the dutiful friend, in something of a wuss.
“I haven’t decided yet. I was going to say something about your hair, but that seems a little to overdone.”
“My…my hair?” Emil protectively shielded his blond head from Genis’s insults.
“Well, I mean…it’s that one piece.” He pointed accusingly at the rather large lock of hair that stood damn near straight up on his head. “That one fucking piece! I just want to rip it out of your goddamn head like a weed – like the only weed in an otherwise pristine and perfect cassava garden!” I mean seriously, what is that thing held up with? He must have like a bucket of hair gel he applies everyday because there’s no other reason for it to defy gravity like that. Aside from, you know, it just simply is. But that’s lame.
Genis stopped himself short – and by short, I mean climbing over his desk and holding Emil down with one hand while he yanked the hair with all his might – of violently removing the hair piece. “Ahem. Like I said, too overdone.”
“Um…so, what…are you scowling at now?” Emil massaged his head, deliberately ignoring the few strands of hair that the half-elf managed to pull loose.
“The new kid,” he replied with absolute conviction. “I mean, what kind of kid dresses like that? What kind of person wears a pair of scabbards to school and gets away with it?”
“To be fair, Genis, we’re not exactly ones to talk. I mean, you’re basically wearing pajamas.”
“They are quite comfy,” he agreed, hugging himself (still scowling mind you).
“Marta has that…thing on her wrist.” There was a scuffing of feet, a scraping of desks and a mysterious cloud of dust as Marta Lualdi dove into the picture, sliding headfirst across the tile floor and wrapped her arms tightly around Emil’s leg, her face in a wide smile, complete with Cute Little Fangs.
“Hi, Marta.”
“Hi guys.” She was just happy to be included in the conversation.
“And I’m dressed like this,” he swept his hands downward to include his entire ridiculous getup, a gesture that required no further explanation, “and have a giant serrated knife in a an equally giant sheath on the back of my waist, which honestly, doesn’t make a lot of sense. I mean look at this!” He reached around to grasp the handle. “Do you see how awkward this is? I have to suddenly become double jointed in order to pull this fucking thing out!”
The swords snapped out of the scabbard suddenly, throwing Emil off balance. He was kept upright only because Marta weighed him down. Even so, he managed to cut the nearest desk into neat halves.
“Oh come on!” came the desperate plea to the uncaring universe from a disheartened student from across the room. “Again?!”
Emil hastily sheathed his sword and whistled casually.
“No. No fucking way! Saw you this time, you maniac!” The angry student stormed their way, completely ignoring the fact that Emil had a giant fucking sword that just cut his damn desk in two. No, he deserves a good beating. There’s no way he’ll pull that sword out again.
“Fireball!” Genis waved his candelabra-and-ball (Oh excuse me, it’s a Kendama) around and summoned a fireball, which impacted the boy in the chest and sent him flying across the room while somehow managing to not so much as singe his clothing. Physics are weird.
“That’s quite enough,” wheezed the aging professor – seriously, this guy must like ninety – as he shuffled in. “No fighting in class. Genis, Emil, stay after class for detention.” Because I guess teachers do that – I wouldn’t know. I WAS A GOOD STUDENT.
Emil took his seat with a sigh. Genis picked his nose absently.
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Hm, strange. I thought this chapter was going to be about Lloyd, but I guess not. Oh well, enjoy Genis and Emil.
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