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publicado originalmente en:Neo Punks
12/7/2015 11:09:26 PM
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[b][i]Lance; NYC[/i][/b]
[i] Thinking sucks. I thought to myself as I sat down on the edge of the rooftop in NYC.
It always makes you go too deep into your mind, and the shit sucks. I was thinking about Raine and her dad. Was what he said about her true? Did she really kill her boyfriend and mother? Even if on accident, I'm still gonna ask her soon.[/i]
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[b]He spots JT, sitting on a nearby rooftop, looking down into the crowd below, a golden coin in his hand[/b]
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He sees a figure in a black hood jumping from building to building, not seeming to have any particular goal in mind
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[i] Lance notices. Vigilantes, he thinks. Idiots.[/i]
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The figure suddenly pulls out a large rifle, and fired it into the crowd, producing a chorus of screams, the figure then runs back towards the original building he was at
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[i] Lance forms a massive time blast behind the figure, exploding it and sending him flying off the building.[/i]
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The figure sends out a line of cable, which he used to swing towards the ground, catching himself. He lands on the ground with a thud and continues running
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[i] Lance rolls his eyes, sitting down and enjoying his view.[/i] (End)
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[spoiler]well that was boring[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]cool.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]breh[/spoiler]
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Editado por Trashcan Jesus: 12/7/2015 11:14:37 PM[i]A voice, metallic, British, and filtered speaks up from behind, as a familiar figure in black walks up next to you. [/i] All the way to New York City, eh? Quite a trip, mate.
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[i] Lance turns, recognizing the voice.[/i] "Crow."
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Aye. [i]He stands fully armed and in his combat exosuit, weapons all in their holsters, cloak slowly swaying in the wind behind him. His mask covers his face, and his hood is up. [/i] Didn't imagine that you'd be fond of heights.
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Editado por Will: 12/7/2015 11:24:32 PM"Love them." [i] Lance replies, the wind blowing his t shirt slightly, the sleeve revealing a Delta Force logo tattooed on his bicep. [/i]
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Delta operator, hm? Worked with you Yanks a couple of times in the sandbox. Had a lot of fun doing that.
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[i] Lance smiles.[/i] "Yeah. I needed a challenge and something to do with myself. Delta force it was."
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Tough men, mate. Some of the best I ever worked with, aside from the Israeli Spec Ops.
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[i] Lance nods.[/i] "Israeli huh? Interesting. What've you been up to Crow?"
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A bit of work here and there. Things to shift the cards in my employer's favor, to say the most.
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"So nothing's changed huh?" [i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "But then again you haven't aged 15 years. Dimensional travel and all that."
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Aye. Keeps things fresh.
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"I've got two kids now. Although I'm sure you already knew that." [i] Crow also notices another name on list of names of Lance's left forearm. The three reading [b]Chris, Jennifer, and Lilah,[/b] are still there. But a 4th reading [b]Rachael[/b] follows them. On his right forearm, a red tattoo-ish mark sits. A circle, hollow with two lines on either side.[/i]
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Children are always rather interesting. They can say the most profound things and then slip into a tantrum in a hearbeat. Never could comprehend that....
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[i] Lance laughs.[/i] "Yeah. Jonathan and Ashley, both 15 and in school in San Diego." [spoiler] I'm kinda thinking of this as 15 years past RoB Lance, and RoB as a part of his backstory.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Seems legit.[/spoiler] Boarding schools are a thing across the pond, then?
