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Psionic time wizard with a laser gun
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I like me some sci-fi/fantasy, and am unfortunately not the wordiest when it comes to IC.
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I can do PM too.
"The Hell is going on," Re commed.
"Bit of a firefight. Well, more like a lot of one. Area's frakkin' swarming with BESC and civilians alike, all busy shooting each other. You may want to stay out."
"Stay out, Jey? It's like you just met me," Re said with a grin. "Why would I pass up an opportunity like this?" Jey muttered something in response, but he wasn't paying attention. It was probably just something about how dangerous it was. People loved to talk about that, even when it had no chance of changing someone's mind. He jumped out of the car, pulling out his EMP blaster. He fired a potshot into the crowd, hitting a BESC grunt. He put it away, though, knowing that most of the stuff there would be too heavy duty for a handheld EMP shot. Instead, he pulled out his rifle; switching the settings over to rapid fire/vec charge, he swore. There were too many people among the BESC for him to fire. Then something caught his eye. Someone had slipped out of the crowd and was trying to get off the building.
"Jey! Get me ident on that man there. Fast!" About a second later, a display opened in his vision. He blinked, then checked again. "Motherfrakkin' hasp," he muttered. That was Jack Thegn. He saw some BESC running after him, and fired some shots in their general direction before leaping down to head in that direction himself. What better way, he thought, to be a thorn in the government's side than keep them from catching one of their most wanted criminals. Anyway, Jack might owe him something if he saved him.
"Bit of a firefight. Well, more like a lot of one. Area's frakkin' swarming with BESC and civilians alike, all busy shooting each other. You may want to stay out."
"Stay out, Jey? It's like you just met me," Re said with a grin. "Why would I pass up an opportunity like this?" Jey muttered something in response, but he wasn't paying attention. It was probably just something about how dangerous it was. People loved to talk about that, even when it had no chance of changing someone's mind. He jumped out of the car, pulling out his EMP blaster. He fired a potshot into the crowd, hitting a BESC grunt. He put it away, though, knowing that most of the stuff there would be too heavy duty for a handheld EMP shot. Instead, he pulled out his rifle; switching the settings over to rapid fire/vec charge, he swore. There were too many people among the BESC for him to fire. Then something caught his eye. Someone had slipped out of the crowd and was trying to get off the building.
"Jey! Get me ident on that man there. Fast!" About a second later, a display opened in his vision. He blinked, then checked again. "Motherfrakkin' hasp," he muttered. That was Jack Thegn. He saw some BESC running after him, and fired some shots in their general direction before leaping down to head in that direction himself. What better way, he thought, to be a thorn in the government's side than keep them from catching one of their most wanted criminals. Anyway, Jack might owe him something if he saved him.
Pretty cool quote. The lack of capitalization annoys me a bit, though. The image uses your username, so that's pretty cool. All in all it makes about 7/10,
You see that emboldened bit there?
Sorry, but I just couldn't let that slide. As for the rest? It's your opinion, why should I try to correct it.
Drakel said
2/10
no image, no quotes, no video, just... links.
You see that emboldened bit there?
9/10
Goes with the avatar and all. I'd kinda like to know what the text in the image says, though. Also, Star Wars.
Goes with the avatar and all. I'd kinda like to know what the text in the image says, though. Also, Star Wars.
I'm gonna watch this in case enough people show up.
13. I do seem to be the youngest here.
Sicarius said
I'm still here and hope this is still going to happen.
I am as well.
«Target's leaving» Felik told Re.
"Where?" he said, with a brief mental connotation that he meant where she was leaving from, not to. In response, a red outline- harsh against the relatively clean BESC buildings- moved to a car. Half smirking and half ready to swear, Re stood up from his sniping roost. He was greeted by a bullet cutting through the roof above him. Now he swore. They had found him. But what about the tracker? It was the only way they could've known where he was. He'd thought no one had seen the shot, but they must've assumed it hadn't made it all the way to any human flesh. Or they'd moved the tracker onto another, more expendable employee.
He crawled back out of his post. Arrogant hasps hadn't bothered to cover exits. They thought he'd go down from the first shot. He slid down into his own hidden car, a battered looking Racer-class. Prepping the repulsor engines, he heard a faint sputter. Felik jacked into the systems, running diagnostics. Shortly after, the engines gave a satisfied hum. The car jumped forward, locking onto the BESC car's exhaust fumes. Fancy stuff, he had to admit. There wasn't much to track them on. "Jey," he commed back to the Rebellion's headquarters. "In pursuit of target. Think you can authorize some special things in the skylanes?"
"Nope," said a voice in his head. "Not after last time. However, we are picking up chatter about a crash. I'll send you the details. I'm sure Guide can overlay the info into your display." Wishful thinking, really. Last time had involved a few more things breaking than the amount that should've broke. Sighing, he leaned back and looked at the data Distol had sent.
"Where?" he said, with a brief mental connotation that he meant where she was leaving from, not to. In response, a red outline- harsh against the relatively clean BESC buildings- moved to a car. Half smirking and half ready to swear, Re stood up from his sniping roost. He was greeted by a bullet cutting through the roof above him. Now he swore. They had found him. But what about the tracker? It was the only way they could've known where he was. He'd thought no one had seen the shot, but they must've assumed it hadn't made it all the way to any human flesh. Or they'd moved the tracker onto another, more expendable employee.
He crawled back out of his post. Arrogant hasps hadn't bothered to cover exits. They thought he'd go down from the first shot. He slid down into his own hidden car, a battered looking Racer-class. Prepping the repulsor engines, he heard a faint sputter. Felik jacked into the systems, running diagnostics. Shortly after, the engines gave a satisfied hum. The car jumped forward, locking onto the BESC car's exhaust fumes. Fancy stuff, he had to admit. There wasn't much to track them on. "Jey," he commed back to the Rebellion's headquarters. "In pursuit of target. Think you can authorize some special things in the skylanes?"
"Nope," said a voice in his head. "Not after last time. However, we are picking up chatter about a crash. I'll send you the details. I'm sure Guide can overlay the info into your display." Wishful thinking, really. Last time had involved a few more things breaking than the amount that should've broke. Sighing, he leaned back and looked at the data Distol had sent.
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"Gæa mage; she's a Demon if you can give her the right weapons," Mikhael responded, then added, "Not literally." He didn't know why he felt the need to add that. It would normally be assumed. "Are we leaving soon?" He said, straightening his cloak.
I just wanted to know where I should be. If you look back at my first IC, it says she's Re's target.
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