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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 17:58:41 GMT -5
Yea yea... Keep your eyes on the damned screens. I need to go and think for a bit... Just... *It's not everyday that you come to terms with your own mortality. But recently that's all that's been going through my mind* Get your guns ready. Alright? I'll be back in the spare room.
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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 14, 2011 18:52:16 GMT -5
I'm never not ready for a fight! *takes her brass knuckles off their chain and slips them onto her hand* So, now what?
Am I allowed to stay here and keep an eye on things? I have earpieces that I can talk to everyone through and I can tell you where the enemy is and what they're doing and-
*starts talking at the same time* I'm not so sure we'll need that during a big city-wide death brawl, my dear. I'm sure even Better Living will get involved, and then your Drac ass will need to-
How many times have I told you that I'm not a Draculoid? I'm just tech support, really, fixing all the glitches in everything that can possibly glitch-
If they mobilize, EVERYONE will be a fighter, goddamn it! I thought I trained-
You did not train me, you threw a gun at me, asked if I could shoot it, and threw me some ammo when I said yes-
Okay, okay, we should stop arguing when we are in mortal peril.
First good idea I've ever heard from you...hey, where'd he go? *looks around for Aftermath*
Spare room, idiot, were you not listening? *sighs and straightens up* Oh, I hope this goes alright, after going through trouble to get those two actually together it would be a shame if anyone dies...
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 14, 2011 18:55:09 GMT -5
Hey, wait! *I follow IA to the other room, trying to squeeze myself into the (small) space between his shoulders and the wall.* Something's up. You look sad. Did I offend you or something? Did they? I'm sure that Endgame man didn't mean any harm by anything....
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 18:57:54 GMT -5
*i sigh and look around the small room, amazed that just an hour ago we were dancing in it* Vol, you know that this is going to be a big fight... If anything happens to me, promise you won't go and do anything stupid. Please?
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 14, 2011 19:04:52 GMT -5
That isn't a promise I'm willing to make, because you wouldn't make it for me. So I'm not going to ask you to. What I will ask is...this dress. The one I'm wearing. The only reason I saved it all these years is that when I die, I want to be buried in it. If you want to jump in front of an Exterminator car or something, that's your business, and if this becomes necessary I won't be around to stop you. But, please...before YOU do anything stupid...bury me out in the desert like this. *I clear my throat and look at my feet.* If I even die, that is. I'm hoping it's not necessary for either of us.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 19:09:00 GMT -5
You won't die before me. I'm making that very clear. Take that however you want, but you are NOT dying as long as i'm alive. *I exit the room so i can try and get some fresh-er air* I think we have about two hours...
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 14, 2011 19:20:22 GMT -5
I'd like to say that about you too, and we could be alive forever and watch the rest of time fly by us. But you and I both know that sometimes...sometimes there isn't a choice. Sometimes something gets messed up and one of your friends bleeds out onto the sand before you can figure out how the hell to stop it. We might be halfway across the city from each other when one of us gets stabbed or shot or sliced into pieces. We don't know what's going to happen. So don't promise that you won't let me die while you're alive, because that means you'll die before me. What do you think that'd do to me, huh?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 19:24:01 GMT -5
I think it'd kill you inside because you realize that now, you actually like me. And yes i'm being selfish right now, but i'd say given the circumstances, that's all fine and dandy. *I sit down and examine my rifle* Well, better make sure it's clean.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 14, 2011 19:30:22 GMT -5
You...I...that's not fair! You're jumping to conclusions.... *I can feel my face getting progressively redder. Again. Dammit.* But if I felt horrible because you were practically drooling over Vanity and I thought you were just going to leave me by the side of the metaphorical road, you dying...I don't even want to think about that. So don't you dare die on me, Aftermath. *I sit down next to him gently, examining my spare gun, a white-on-black one entitled "Pestilence". It's not nearly as filthy as Plague was, but I gently start cleaning it out anyway.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 19:39:03 GMT -5
*Without taking my eyes off Vol, i begin to take apart the rifle and clean it's innards* Well you know that i like you too. *I clean out the barrel and attach it back to the base* You can just admit it already. You're not fooling anyone.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 14, 2011 19:44:39 GMT -5
I know but...I don't know what I know anymore. *I lean my head forward, then jerk it backwards quickly. It hits the wall with a loud smacking sound, and hurts more than I remembered such things hurting.* I'll trust your judgement on this. If you think I like you, then I more than likely do by someone's definition and I will act accordingly. Within my boundaries, of course. You'll learn what those are if and when you do begin to cross them.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 19:50:32 GMT -5
*I laugh and put my hand on her head, then kiss the spot she hit* You're clumsy when you have emotions. It's kind of funny. *I put my gun back together and load it, all without looking once* We need to get a move on. Hurry
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 14, 2011 19:55:06 GMT -5
Clumsy? I did that on purpose! *I roll to my feet and put the secondary gun away, jogging out of the small room.* Thought maybe it would jar my thoughts into place. I thought wrong. Now, then, what's the actual plan?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 14, 2011 20:02:24 GMT -5
Well, first i need to get into contact with that BLI guy... Orwell, i think. Then I need to get into contact with some other killjoys... *I go to the computer room with Vani and EG* Vani, is there anyone by the name of Orwell in the directory?
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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 14, 2011 20:09:05 GMT -5
*picks up a BLI-brand tablet and starts typing on it.* Well, I know from watching the feeds that he's in BLI. Pretty high up, too. What was the official title, EG? Controller?
Right. What do you need? Location? Cell number? He's in one of the tunnels into Battery right now, checking a van with a small group. That help? *pulls up camera feeds to prove it*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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