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| Gleam | Aug 23 2012, 09:28 PM Post #31 |
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Ashley raises her eyebrows at Rust, as a little smile quirks her lips. "Yeah, when you call yourself creepy I don't think anyone's going to argue with you. That's digging your own grave, mister." She shakes her head and turns a smile on Micah as she joins his wall. "Light duty at Monoc is anything where I'm not standing on top of a moving vehicle firing shots at some giant predatory animal chasing us. I think I'll be fine under fire, so long as your crew can avoid leaving me high and dry." Siobhana hums in response to Desmond's question. "It sounds like the most efficient use of your skills, so I can only approve of that choice. Be careful, please. I am not fond of the thought of losing anyone present in this room - and that includes you, Mr. Lorenz, despite how often I have to order restocks of your little pocket laboratory." Jagd extracts a silencer from his pocket and hands it to Epsilon absently, as he moves to stand beside Albus. "Any further firearm requirements?" he asks the room at large. "Monoc armory present one floor down to right. Overstocked at moment. Munitions readily available." Rachel wrinkles her nose at the exchange. "Firearms. Delightful. And here are we, readying for a mission to retrieve yet more of them." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Aug 24 2012, 03:05 PM Post #32 |
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Rusty pointed at each person in turn, Desmond, then Micah, then Jagd. "Screw you, Screw you and YOU! Say nothing!" Still trying to will the world to swallow him whole, Rusty just furiously ignored Ashley's little dig and just kept himself to himself. Until Rachel spoke up. "I'm no good with them either, Miss Alucard, but they're gonna have an awful lot of them so depriving them of some isn't quite so bad." he tried to reason with her a little. "Also, thanks for the engineering and mechanical equipment. Without that, I'd have been useless here so if there's any way to repay..." He tried hard not to look lower. Rachel's new form WAS smoking hot, after all. |
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| Smitejr | Aug 24 2012, 03:22 PM Post #33 |
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Desmond couldn't help needling the rocker some more. It was just too easy. "I suppose I should act the silent assassin. Still, even to me, it hurts to see a friend embarrass himself so thoroughly. I would think that eventually, you would start to learn from your failures. Alas...I see that is not the case." Turning to the scientist, Desmond nods his head. "It is good to meet you as well. However, as we will be infiltrating a fairly well-guarded NOL base, I trust you will have no issue following my lead. I will do my best to keep you alive, but I must stress the importance on stealth until we are within the Shebalve itself. If you do anything to compromise that, I will attempt to knock you unconscious, and if I do so without accidentally killing you, I will carry you to the Shebalve. I would prefer to avoid the unnecessary extra weight, so I'd prefer to avoid that." Desmond flashes a grin underneath his hood. He took no real joy in intimidating people, but it was usually more effective if the other person believed you did. "Are we in agreement, Mr. Lorenz?" Edited by Smitejr, Aug 24 2012, 03:23 PM.
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Aug 25 2012, 12:51 AM Post #34 |
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Albus scratches his chin at Jagd's inquiry. "Explosives. Bring some of those." He answers after a moment. "Not a whole lot. Honestly, either the location's going to be a practical fortress, or they were making it real comfortable and inviting in case I fell for it. It's probably too late to increase defenses by that much, but still, bring some explosives you could use on barricades or people." He shrugs. "Other than that? What you usually bring. We're just there to blast through everyone in our way and busy sis out." A pauses, before he grimaces. "...'Course, it's never that simple once we get there." |
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| vicroc4 | Aug 26 2012, 05:46 AM Post #35 |
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Raising an eyebrow, Micah says to Ashley, "You have an... interesting job." Laughing and shaking his head, he continues, "Well, I can't guarantee we won't be chased. I will say, though, that I'd rather it be me taking the shots - guys that can pull a trigger are a dime a dozen, but computer skills are hard to come by. Besides, I'm sure that Mr. Hetfield will vouch for me when I say that my gun has a few tricks up its barrel." At Rust's outburst, he raises his hands in a surrendering gesture, and says, "Hey, what you do on your own time is none of my business. Just know that I do hope that the two of you can come to an amicable conclusion - it would be horrible for all of us to have come all this way, only for a personal disagreement to end up getting someone killed. Am I right?" One ear twitches as he hears Rachel's comment, and he politely says, "Miss Alucard, if I may, I'd like to point out that, while we may have a great number of firearms right now, most of them are fairly well useless without the proper munitions. The mission to retrieve the ammunition presses will not only permit us to utilize the weapons we have, it will help in depriving the Librarium of the ability to do the same - a minor blow, maybe, but a strategic one." |
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| LornMind | Aug 27 2012, 07:10 PM Post #36 |
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Bigger Than A Breadbox
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Epsilon shrugs and says simply, "Sure." He seriously doubted Desmond could knock him out. Not out of any sense of arrogant resilience to pain or something of those lines, but simply because working with entropic energies had given him knocks to the head. Many. Many. Many. Many times. The crown of his skull now twinging in reminiscence, he smiles at Desmond and adds, "Once we're in the Shebalve though Desmond, we're in my territory. And my territory is...well, it's not quite as loud as Jagd's, but I still know how to make them fall down go boom." |
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| Gleam | Aug 27 2012, 08:07 PM Post #37 |
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Jagd just looks at Rust, eternally blank-faced, and blinks three times before making a clicking noise with his tongue and blowing a raspberry. Then he turns to Albus, unseals a plastic bag full of an off-grey putty, and tosses it over. "Plastic explosive." He notes, deadpan. "Two other containers on person. Spare for auxiliary use. Keep away from sparks, ignition sources, poor impulse control people." Ashley grins and leans back against the wall. "It keeps us awake during the day. And the night, sometimes, but that's just part of the gig." Rachel stares Rust right in the eye as the muscles around his eyes twitch involuntarily. When he successfully manages not to ogle, she glances away at Siobhana and Micah and finally surrenders the point with a shrug. "It is not my area of expertise, so I will concede that you may be more aware of the complications and consequences therein." Siobhana's little smile quirks at the corner. "Gracious of you. Gentlemen and gentlewoman, stock up, the missions commence tomorrow morning . . . and Jagd, stop by the arms hall on your way down and pick Rueham up again, would you?" |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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