10-11-2010, 12:42 PM | #11 | |
Join Date: Sep 2010
Location: Worcester, UK
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Re: [IC] Worlds of Fire
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Mark-315 <Aloud>: “My apologies...” Looks at the man sharply. “Wait! You know what I am? We were your best? Who are you?” Leans forward, scrutinising the man sitting before him until a realisation suddenly hits him. “No, it can’t be!? But it is...” Serena: <Voice in his head> “It is him, memory and data files match.” Mark-315 suddenly bolts up straight, saluting sharply, armoured boots cracking together. “Sir! Mark-315, Lieutenant, Sentinel-IV, currently MIA, reporting as ordered sir!” |
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10-11-2010, 12:52 PM | #12 |
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: OK
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Re: [IC] Worlds of Fire
Hearing something about sentinels and lieutenants, Douglas scoots his chair forward. Enough he can move his right hand around to one of his big revolvers and not be seen. Quick movements make him jumpy.
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10-11-2010, 12:57 PM | #13 | |
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Location: The Western Harbour
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"Sit. Down." the man says, his tone and pitch of voice twisted into unusual shapes and seeming to reach straight into Mark's nervous system without actually passing through his ears; his knees almost buckle and the seat creaks ominously as he sits down heavily on it, a startled expression on his face at his body betraying him so abruptly. "Should have insisted on additional covert ops training," the man mutters. "Order something so that you don't look too conspicuous. More conspicuous," he corrects himself.
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10-11-2010, 01:17 PM | #14 | |
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Location: Worcester, UK
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Mark-315 <Aloud>: “My apologies sir... It’s just that Serena and I have been MIA and lost for some time now, this is the first shred of a lead in getting home. I shall have a large hot chocolate with sugar, please.” After a moment he gets a questioning look, unusually concerned. “How goes the war sir?” |
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10-11-2010, 01:19 PM | #15 |
Join Date: Aug 2009
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Re: [IC] Worlds of Fire
Douglas jumps in here. "War?! What war?"
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10-11-2010, 01:29 PM | #16 |
Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: near London, UK
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Re: [IC] Worlds of Fire
Gabrielle is doing her usual social fade (i.e. being overlooked while there are more exciting things going on), but keeping her ears open.
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10-11-2010, 01:30 PM | #17 | |
Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: The Western Harbour
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He paused for a moment. "It's mostly over now... The Sentinels were almost back to doing what they were designed for originally until I shut the program down and transfered the facilities to the Western Harbour..." He sighs wearily. "Go figure..." The man glances at Gabrielle, as if reminded of something. "Your abilities... I haven't gotten around to reading these files fully yet," he thumps the bag down by his feet with his foot, "but I noticed that they're not natural. Did you volunteer to have them?"
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10-11-2010, 04:39 PM | #18 |
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Location: OK
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Re: [IC] Worlds of Fire
"So, he," motioning toward the sentinel, "was built for the war. Now, how do you build a person?
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10-11-2010, 07:50 PM | #19 |
Join Date: Oct 2009
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Re: [IC] Worlds of Fire
Indigo Joe walks in noisily. He's a fairly tall, bearded man, dressed in dirty, tattered clothes, except for his boots and gloves, which are made of expensive-looking tooled leather. A battered felt trilby adorned by a small feather completes his rather incongurous appearance. As he enters he stamps his boots as if to knock off invisible mud. Seeing the table, he strides over.
"Hello, mates! What's the party about?" He slumps into a seat. "How 'bout some ham and eggs over here?"
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Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: The Western Harbour
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