old man moomba
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Yera smiled at the masked man, then stood up smoothly. A faint headache still throbed in her head, but it was no problem. She drew her pistol, "I like you. Want a job?" she asked, offering the pistol to him.
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Fried pickles. Can I join? I can't write well with either hand but I can do basicly everything else with both.
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Ciera cleared her throat, creating a weave of Air that amplified her voice "Are you going to continue? Or shall we just leave"
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Dapper rode through the massive camp in the back of a Jeep. The coalition had managed to seize a large portion of the US military's equipment, through a series of coordinated strikes on various logistic sites all over the US. That had been in the early stages of the war, before the final collapse of the world's economic system and the ensuing chaos. Now the two sides were locked into a conflict that would define what the world was like for a very long time. Dapper shivered as he observed the camp, if it could be called that. An electic mix of tents, quick deployment military housing, and makeshift huts spread across the flatlands surrounding the Alaskan bay. A large number of warships floated in the bay, but only a few had their running lights on. A well bulit airstrip sat at the edge of the camp, surounded by several wings of fighters, bombers, and helecopters. All this was maybe half the coalition's active forces. The other half was mopping up resistances in their territory. The nonactive forces sat in reserve, spread across the coalition's territory. All this because of one stupid argument.
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Doc moved through the workshop with an frenetic excitement. He had finally gotten to the prototyping stage, and was puzzling his way through building an alerter fabrial from scratch. Once he had finally finished, he quickly dissassembled it and began work on the more mundane parts of his project; building the device that would contextualize the readings his fabrial gave off. He opened a file on his terminal and began to write.
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The Last Post Wins!!!!!
old man moomba replied to Vargo Seldon's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
I, however. Do not. *Eats sandwich* -
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The Last Post Wins!!!!!
old man moomba replied to Vargo Seldon's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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Dapper stood in his tent, staring at the maps all over the table. Scout reports had shown a huge number of short-haired soliders gathering in the capitals. "Sir." a scout said, running in, "We've managed to convice those with mullets to join with us. Their statement was:" he pulled out an oddly stained piece of paper "'We'd rather party all the time than business all the time.' Whatever that means." he saluted and left. "Good, good. Our coalition grows."
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"If you don't mind." the guard said. A red light flashed in the hallway outside. The blast had hit a food storage compartment, and containers floated through the vacuum outside. Yera blearally tapped a keyboard on the table, pulling up an external camera. As she watched, a team of EVA units jetted out of a nearby personnel airlock. They pulled their way along the station until they reached the damaged compartment, then began gathering up the containers. The mission director looked up from his communicator "Needless to say we'll be postponing the meeting until tomorrow." he smiled uneasily, "You're all free to do whatever until then. Oh, I've been told to tell an civilians to please wait until tomorrow before leaving the station." he nodded to the assembled group and left, followed by most of the others.
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Dwig reached into his pocket and removed a Cryst, spinning it over his fingers thoughtfully. Jobs... "You any good with engineering?" he asked, "I'm always looking for new people. As for money," he held up the glass coin "We use these. They're called Crysts, because they've got some kind of valuable crystal in them. That's what the denominations are based on. Sort of like spheres actually."
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"Thanks," Dwig said, sitting down and taking a sip of his soup, "So, your looking for work, eh? What kind?"
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Losers detected.
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"I'll have the soup with some chouta, and cider to drink." Dwig smiled, "And carrot cake for desert."
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Maybe I can be be the evil long haired guy.
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Doc returned to his work.
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Dwig burst through the doors, his manner seeming the exact opposite of what it had been earlier. "Back!" he said happily, "What's the special?" he waved for his companion to come in @BookishOcelot
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Dwig started walking, hands in his trouser pockets "I mean, the border is a bit sketchy. The Alleycity is weird. Old town's inside the walls, sure, and the guilds' headquarters, but the city stretches pretty far. Anyway, we're going to the Odd Job Tavern."
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"Food... let's see." he scratched his chin "There's a place I know in the city. The owner's cool and I think they serve food."
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"Well, your majesty, we are waiting for the Butt Venture Fan Club to flank the unfaithful ones and capture their leaders"
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"It's like I said, you have a Rosharan accent." he shrugged, "I'm not as good as some, but I can tell where someone is from by their accent."
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Dwig frowned, then grinned as the whole of what she had said registered, "You're new?" he asked, "My name's Dwig. Where are you from? Judging by your accent, I'd say Rosharan. From the east, if your skin color is any indication."
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Dwig broke off from staring at the water uneasily. "What? Oh, I was wondering if you've seen my sister. She's about shoulder hight. My shoulder, I mean. Her hair is like mine, brown, curly and she has purple eyes."
