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In Prison Life 12 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
The hormone high was past it's peak so Jerid was starting to lose interest in it. "Aaaaaaand, now I'm bored again.."
He hopped off the table and walked back the the table, accidentally knocking over the garbage bin in the processes. Jerid paid no attention to the used needles and band aids that scattered over the floor, pretending no to notice them while avoiding stepping on them with ease.
He sat back at the table. "Making new friends everywhere I see?" He said slightly mockingly to Himori without expecting an answer, his attention was secretly fixed on listening to the conversation between Griffin and Jasmine. They had a look that he could only describe as 'plotting'. Plotting equaled entertainment in his book.
Charlie took a pile of sand to the face, which was very unfortunate for him because he was screaming at the time and had his mouth wide open.
He fell over forward but managed to roll and keep his momentum. Half blinded and spitting sand he stumbled forwards past Jared aiming for the main tower.
Charlie didn't know much about construction, but he knew the weak points in any traditional structure very well. One blast was all it would take.
That'll be fun to figure out
Martin stood paralyzed, tears of blood rolled down his face. He had hosted for his brother and that bother almost took every bit of processing power he had. This was not part of the plan. Jack's death wasn't part of the plan. Martin wasn't so sure on what the plan was now. Calling out to father would be weakness. Might as well play the old role of the opportunist then. Martin disengaged from Mithias and let his mind drift, many stars of the constellation Terebithia had died out. Including it's core star Stein. So it was no surprise that there was an imbalance. Among the sparks a single one cried out in request for guidance. It was an artificial mind, and it seemed unresponsive to his brother. Martin found the sensors and fiddled with them, with subtle movements and sounds telekinetically forced upon the computer system he inserted his thoughts in the form of language the BIOpilot could understand. He scoured trough the databases looking for the correct variables, then spoke in his language.

>Write new protocol(ark);
>ark.objectives[0] = Escort($Mithias, Laboratory);
>ark.objectives[1] = print($Neurotoxin_antidote.location);
>ark.objectives[2] = Contain($Mithias, Laboratory);
>ark.objectives[3] = Set($Mithias.Communications, false);
>ark.objectives[4] = Execute protocol(repairs.routine);
>ark.objectives[5] = Course.Set(Locations.KiloPoint.position);
>Execute protocol(ark);
Ok, gotta think of a new long term plan for Martin.
Soo... permission to keep Jack in the campain?
"MUCKLE DAMRED CULTI 'AIR EH NAMBLIES BE KEEPIN' ME WEE MEN!?!?"
Old man Henderson is in this game?
Ciskel pondered this for a second then chose his words carefully.
"We, as a guild have run a basic background check on you and found no direct proof of any affiliation to a dark guild or other criminal organisation. We have no intention of obstructing the law, however in the name of the privacy of our members we will resist any police raid without a proper search warrant and proof of guilt. Based on what I -A representative of the guild- know, I see no reason to deny your requests to become members and enjoy all membership benefits and responsibilities."
Ciskel grinned.
"Where did you want the marks?"
In Prison Life 12 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
KatherinWinter said
Hmmm...


Hmmm..?
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