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Post by GX1997 on Mar 10, 2015 17:12:07 GMT -6
A, my hunch was right, so I will continue to support having Mr. Psychology as an ally, especially since we can make a pact with him. Plus, I have a feeling he's going to be a lot like Joshua, so it should be very entertaining.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 18:50:55 GMT -6
I know somebody will accuse me of being under a witches curse. Yet I shall change my vote.
I change my vote to A
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Post by HHDeception on Mar 10, 2015 23:55:14 GMT -6
"Yo! With the beard!" Mike calls out, "They're out like candles man! Stop shouting and help 'em!"
The big guy turns to get a better look and nods, following Mike in dashing towards the others. Mike sets his sights on the girl in the lab coat, who was apparently still sleeping while their amphibian antagonists bounced in closer. By the time he got close she was nearly smothered in a mass of tadpoles. Frogs were ready to leap in and finish her.
Damn Frogs! I...I can't even touch them! Uh...uh! Well! Here goes nothing!
Mike dove and rolled under the pile to reach her. He grabbed the first human thing he could find and kept rolling, trying to pull her out. In their tussle, her eyes finally opened, and they locked gazes.
*TSEEEEWWWW FLASH FLASH FLASH*
A bolt of blue light descended from the sky and struck the two of them, knocking away the Noise, but only for the moment. Mike got to his feet, and so did the girl, albeit much slower than Mike who was already on his toes, seeing the frogs regroup.
"Name's Mike. Mike Cooper!" he shouted over the Noise's croaking, "You know how to fight?"
The girl responded rather like someone just waking up would, "...Zachariah Nodes...sick to Zachi. No clue."
Mike thought she was acting strange, so he turned and gave her a thorough look see. Her hair's a light shade of brown that just reaches her shoulders. Under the lab coat she wore a thin green turtleneck tucked into a brown belt and black slacks. Brown closed leather shoes. Besides the mussed-up-by-dying elements, she'd fit right into a chemical research lab. But then he caught what he thought was off. She did not look worried by their predicament in the slightest. If anything she looked...bored?
"Like what you see? I thought we were fighting."
Mike blinked, "Uh, yeah. Psychs. What's a psych?"
*TSEEEEWWWW FLASH FLASH FLASH*
He looked over to where the flash came from and saw Mr. Beard standing tall over that mousey Asian girl who looked a bit better now, but still wasn't quite ready to face the whole "afterlife death match" thing. He brought his fists out to the side and two long cross-blades of light coated his arms, as if he were dual-wielding claymores.
...oh I hope my powers are as cool as that!
"Check your pins!" he shouted, "The psychs come with pins!"
And with that he sliced into the fray, silencing the Noise, so to speak. His pact partner seemed spooked, but she quickly looked down to check the pins on her bag. Mike caught on, and checked the pins lined up next the player pin on his blazer. There were three there that looked like...meteors? Impact strikes. Punching?
*TSEEEEWWWW FLASH FLASH FLASH*
*TSEEEEWWWW FLASH FLASH FLASH*
Two more pillars of light indicated that the others had formed pacts as well, Mike looked for them, but Zachi caught his eye first. She had a pin with an ink blot, another with a...radar display he thought, and one with fire on it. She nonchalantly pulled a rather expensive looking pen out of her lab coat's pocket, and when she took it up it began to glow.
"Naturally," she said with a very mild air of smugness, "but what to do with it?"
"Hey uh...Zachi right? Is that you?" Mike said pointing at a glowing skull symbol on the ground. The girl tilted her head in thought, before flicking her wrist and guiding the icon into the surrounding frogs. A trail of ink was left behind where it went and stuck the frogs to the ground on contact.
"Hm," she said, more to herself than Mike, "let's test this theory." And with that she clicked the pen like a detonator. The ink ruptured up into violent pillars of fire, erasing the frogs caught in its blast and causing both partners to jump back in shock.
"NICE!" Mike shouted. He was grinning stupidly. Zachi just shrugged and said, "So what can you do?"
"Ah, yeah, right. Get ready for..." Mike put his game face on. Psychs are tied to items important to you...so what's important to me? C'mon think! Impress the girl!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Latino guy from earlier, apparently levitating a car into the air before chucking it into the swarm.
Woah! Dude!
Over on the other side he saw that wiry guy and the skinny girl apparently supporting each other to stand as two pistols floated over the girls' shoulders and simply shot up any frogs that got close with extravagant laser blasts.
Where the hell did she get guns? Why don't I have a gun?
And then he saw Zachi watching him...and judging.
*sigh* Here goes nothing.
Mike threw a punch at a frog that jumped at him. He passed right through it, and tripped like a lame duck. And in his trip a force field surrounded him as he shot forward in a blistering Velocity Attack, sweeping through the Noise like dust bunnies.
Aha! Alright, not too flashy, but I can live with this.
He jumped again, tackling through what remained of the horde...and that's when he saw his bike against the wall.
Aw yiss!
He jumped on and blasted off. Wheels spun in the air and wind ripped through his hair, but above all he ripped through the Noise. Before Zachi could yawn the last of the frogs were cleared. Mike skidded to a stop in front of her, grinning. She shrugged.
*BZT BZT BZT*
Eight phones went off. That was weird. But then again...evil frogs...Mike pulled out his phone to check it like all the others did.
Reach the VAG
You have 20 minutes
Fail and face erasure
...OW! It felt like someone scraped his palm with a cheese grater!
20:00
19:59
19:58
A timer on his hand. Well, that's certainly...convenient?
"We gotta move people!" Mike heard Mr. Beard shout out. "Let's bounce!"
And then he heard a new voice call out "Wait wait wait! Hold up!". It had a mild oriental accent and came from that girl with the pink streak in her hair. She walked over, with Mr. Psychology close behind, and was a good 14 inches shorter than the man she was apparently going to debate with.
"First. You are not bossing me around, mister. Second, why should we trust you? You seem to know everything about what's going on. For all we know you're with them!"
"Mission first," the big guy replied, "we'll have time to talk later."
The girl pointed over behind her. "The Art Gallery is literally half a block away. I can see it from here. Run there in a minute!"
"Don't waste my time" Mr. Beard said as he departed. His partner followed sheepishly behind, and it was then Mike noticed she was holding a microphone.
But anyways...
A) Mr. Beard is right. Mission first.
B) No...we can wait. I have some questions too.
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Post by SummerCrow on Mar 11, 2015 0:21:05 GMT -6
I was... actually going to ask if Mike's poor bike survived the crash.
And B. Lots of questions, knowledge is power. The most obvious question being what VAG stands for...
Twenty minutes is plenty of time. Nothing could possibly go wrong. ...Right?
Edit: Feelin' awful lonely in the "let's take our time and be careful" club.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 0:30:24 GMT -6
A.
No mention of her mismatched eyes?
Brown and green for left and right respectively?
Oh well, I'm still happy. This was a pretty interesting battle.
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Post by AlmosDug on Mar 11, 2015 0:33:09 GMT -6
A, because the Reapers pull some s*** and we need to rush.
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Post by SwordMasterEX on Mar 11, 2015 2:15:44 GMT -6
I knew she had a Pen!
A, Mike knows what's up and pink hair seems stuck up.
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Post by empireoffire on Mar 11, 2015 3:50:24 GMT -6
A it is.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 5:48:39 GMT -6
A because I have trust issues.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 8:52:04 GMT -6
A FTW
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Post by grayjack on Mar 11, 2015 12:50:41 GMT -6
A for various reasons.
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Post by HHDeception on Mar 11, 2015 13:57:07 GMT -6
"He was on the bus," Mike called out to the group, "we all were. We died in the crash together."
Everyone looked at him strangely.
"Wait...seriously? You guys were sitting next to each other. Did nobody else notice that?"
The wiry guy raised his hand half half heartedly, then put it down after seeing nobody else join him.
"If Mr. Beard here knows what's going on then I'd trust him. But that's just me." Mike finished with a shrug.
Pink streak spoke up, "...fine. Let's go. Come on gang." She turned and walked quickly down the street not looking too happy, chasing after the big guy who was already turning the corner. Mr. Psychology was quick to take after her.
"I'm Mike by the way!" he called after them. No response. Figures. Behind him, Zachi was poking around on her phone completely disinterested, and the other pair seemed to be muttering to each other in private. Does nobody believe in strength in numbers anymore? With a sigh he headed the same way, gesturing to Zachi.
"Come on, lets go."
"Yeah yeah...whatever."
Mike arrived just before the stony architecture of the Art Gallery, seeing one of the other two pairs heckling some guy in a red hoodie.
"You can't be serious!" The asian girl ranted at him, "$1000 in 15 minutes!"
The guy in a red hoodie stammered under her verbal assault, but eeked out "Sorry ma'am! Rules are rules. Wall is up until I get $1000! Don't hurt me!"
The big guy stood, arms crossed in thought. His smaller Asian partner stood to the side looking to him for answers. Mike joined them, with Zachi trailing behind in no hurry at all, finally managing to get a word with the guy with the answers.
"Mike."
"Chris."
Mike looked at the girl. She made a face as if he was a horse and made a show of covering her mouth.
"Her name's So-yeon," Chris filled in for her.
"So-yeon. Chris. Cool. Care to explain?"
Chris pointed at the guy in the hoodie.
"He's a Reaper. He's put up a wall between us and our destination. This is where the real challenge starts."
"Aha...right. $1000? What do we do?
"...how much pokect money you got?"
"You can't be serious."
"The Noise sometimes drop money...we've got 15 minutes. I'm going to start killing. You can use your player pin to find them."
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A) Alright, grinding time.
B) Anyone else have a better idea?
C) Voter's choice (you guys decide what to do)
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Post by SwordMasterEX on Mar 11, 2015 14:29:58 GMT -6
C- We got cute girls and a few handsome guys, time to get into the pimp game- *shot*
Okay, B is my real vote. Let's see what the others think.
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Post by grayjack on Mar 11, 2015 14:32:06 GMT -6
B.
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Post by empireoffire on Mar 11, 2015 14:33:45 GMT -6
C) Solicit ourselves
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Post by SummerCrow on Mar 11, 2015 14:51:51 GMT -6
Not like we really have anything to sell, even if we find a shop. Except the bike. And probably no quests around with a $1000 reward. Plus, we could use the EXP.
A.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 15:57:40 GMT -6
C, Go kick some people around GTA style.
....OK, B.
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Post by HHDeception on Mar 11, 2015 16:05:20 GMT -6
You guys know if there's enough votes for C then I'll actually do what you say.
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Post by SummerCrow on Mar 11, 2015 16:08:31 GMT -6
You guys know if there's enough votes for C then I'll actually do what you say. And what happens when that gets us killed? We haven't got a retry badge thing yet... |
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Post by AlmosDug on Mar 11, 2015 16:18:12 GMT -6
Yeh A.
Mike doesn't have the balls to pull s***.
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