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1/7/2016 2:14:32 AM
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[i]A lone figure stumbles through a portal in the hangar of the ISS Avalon, covered in sword cuts and slashes. She wears leather pants and a leather top, knives strewn about on the armor, if it can be called that. She clutches a blood covered ninjato in her right hand, the hilt and sheath on her back red. She collapses onto the steel, clutching a wound in her collarbone, her bright red hair falling over her face and covering her grey eyes, one of which there is a scar over. [/i]
http://imgur.com/ucyj8MJ
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"Come back to me when you're dying"
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Modificato da Will: 1/7/2016 2:32:46 AM"Fùck you." [i] She stands up, swaying on her feet and her sword clutched in her hand, blood dripping down her torso from the open wound in her collarbone, and she sets off to the nearest door.[/i]
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[b]He follows[/b] "Let me help damnit!"
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"What part...of fùck off don't you understand?" [i] She says as she limps towards the door.[/i]
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[b]He aims his beretta[/b] "Either I shoot you, or you bleed out, your choice"
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[i]She feels cold steel pressing against the back of her head, and a man with a deep, monotone voice with a Texan accent to it speaks. [/i]"FN, or IF?"
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"And who the fück- [i] She coughs violently, blood spraying the ground in front of her from an open wound in her collarbone.[/i] "are you?" [i] She asks in an irritated tone.[/i]
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"That isn't important. What is important, is knowing whether you're Imperial Forces or Fireteam November. Now, answer" [i]he says, sounding irritated, and slightly angered by not receiving an answer[/i]
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"I don't know what the Fúck you're talking about jackass." [i] She coughs again, spraying more blood on the ground and she puts both her hands on the ground to support herself.[/i]
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[i]The voice walks around her bleeding self, and a man in an odd set of armour and an odd mask stands in front of her, crouching down to her level, the gun now holstered[/i] "Well, this here is the Avalon; the main warship of Fireteam November. Also, a place that was recently attacked by the Imperial Forces for reasons unknown, my guess is power. Now, are you going to support the Imperial Forces, or Fireteam November?" [spoiler] http://imgur.com/40sYzti http://imgur.com/bawYhWa [/spoiler]
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Modificato da Will: 1/7/2016 2:34:00 AM"I just got shish-kabob'd by a sword, [i] She coughs again, more blood leaking from the wound and she sways on her hands and knees.[/i] "and you're..asking my view...on inter-galactic politics."
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[i]A man, clad in white, tight fitting armour walks over, holding a syringe[/i] ???: "Minivan, leave, now" Minivan: "fūck off Hunter" Hunter: "Quincy, unless you want me to paralyze you for life, I suggest leaving" Minivan: "fine" [i]The man in the mask storms off frustratedly, while the while armoured man walks over, the needle in his hand[/i] "What happened?" [i]he asks, with a Canadian stereotypical accent[/i]
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"I think I made...it pretty clear that I was stabbed. If you couldn't fùcking tell."
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"You want help with that or not?!" [i]He asks, stabbing the syringe into your body, and you start to slowly daze off, unable to feel your limbs. You awaken hours later, in a hospital bed aboard the ship, a wall of curtains around you, contrasting with the brown shackles keeping your arms and legs in place[/i] [spoiler] http://imgur.com/g5DLVry The white armour[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] I'll pass on that result. Not where I want this to go.[/spoiler] [i] She moves blindingly fast, snatching the syringe from his hand and tossing it, her arms buckling under her.[/i] "You can keep that shit away from me. I'm not an injured puppy." [i] She sets her feet under her, using her Ninjato to help her stand, blood dripping down her torso from a katana sized stab wound in her collarbone, below her throat. [/i]
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[i]He simply slows time down itself, being on par with her, and he pulls his hand back, grabbing hers with his free arm and running behind her, holding her in an arm bar[/i] [spoiler]Now, I may allow JT to take that shit, but meet Hunter. The one man I know of that could stand a fair chance against Lance if I tried hard enough with him. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hes a god, no shit lmao.[/spoiler] [i] Suddenly she's on the other side of the hangar, blood pouring from her wound, leaving Hunter wondering how she moved so fast. She sets off towards a door at random, opening it and going through; slamming it behind her.[/i][spoiler]Shes got a few tricks up her sleeve.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]dude, if there's one thing that pisses me off...[/spoiler] [i]He simply stops time entirely, merrily strolling over and taking her weapon before resuming time [/i] [spoiler]...its people making entirely new characters and thinking that they have the damn abilities to move this fast, and escape from characters who've existed for 9 months, and have way more training. This isn't Lance, therefore how does she have the ability to move that fast?[/spoiler]
