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It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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“Angry Birds?...” Vin grumbled to himself, as the slightly less offensive-looking of the twins turned to him, blasting his seemingly absurd phone idea until the other chimed in with a counter argument. Doing his best to follow the rabbit trail of pros and cons, Vin couldn’t help but get a small bit of satisfaction from the fact that he wasn’t the only one with issues.
“Eh…yeah I guess that’ll work” He said in response to the clone in the driver’s seat, surprised they even agreed to retrieve the phone at all, even though he didn’t fully agree with their plan. However, if anything that the wonder twins had said that resonated at all, it was that they’d actually need one another alive if they were going to figure their current mess out. A scary thought, yes indeed, but Vincent didn’t know where else to turn, and even with a laundry list of friends and acquaintances, the likelihood that any of them would understand or offer to help was slim to nil. Even James, his bud going way back to the beginning to time, didn’t know anything about his condition, and yet Vin was hesitant to even approach him about it.
So...you never answered my earlier question, Nate.” Vin turned to the one in the back seat, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Where are we headed?” He then glanced over at JJ, who still hadn’t come out of whatever unconscious state she was thrown into. “And, what about your girlfriend?”
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“Eh…yeah I guess that’ll work” He said in response to the clone in the driver’s seat, surprised they even agreed to retrieve the phone at all, even though he didn’t fully agree with their plan. However, if anything that the wonder twins had said that resonated at all, it was that they’d actually need one another alive if they were going to figure their current mess out. A scary thought, yes indeed, but Vincent didn’t know where else to turn, and even with a laundry list of friends and acquaintances, the likelihood that any of them would understand or offer to help was slim to nil. Even James, his bud going way back to the beginning to time, didn’t know anything about his condition, and yet Vin was hesitant to even approach him about it.
So...you never answered my earlier question, Nate.” Vin turned to the one in the back seat, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “Where are we headed?” He then glanced over at JJ, who still hadn’t come out of whatever unconscious state she was thrown into. “And, what about your girlfriend?”
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Yeah, I think we are all in the same situation where our powers are in their infancy and as the story progresses we begin to learn of the effects they have on our characters, and everyone else around them.
For Vincent, I'm liking the idea of a more "defensive/reactive" power that he needs to first understand, and control before it potentially kills him or someone he is close to. As OP'd as this power seemed in my previous post, that is not the norm, and I imagined it lashed out as a cornered dog might.
For Vincent, I'm liking the idea of a more "defensive/reactive" power that he needs to first understand, and control before it potentially kills him or someone he is close to. As OP'd as this power seemed in my previous post, that is not the norm, and I imagined it lashed out as a cornered dog might.
In the interim, let's get a quick location check of all active characters so we are currently on the same page:
@POOHEAD189 So'lid and I on the lower level, near the rear of the ship in between the two rear cargo holds.
@MonsieurShade Jacque is either on or heading down to the lower level of the ship
@Azazaa Krus?
@Sleater Fixer?
Am I missing anyone else?
@POOHEAD189 So'lid and I on the lower level, near the rear of the ship in between the two rear cargo holds.
@MonsieurShade Jacque is either on or heading down to the lower level of the ship
@Azazaa Krus?
@Sleater Fixer?
Am I missing anyone else?
Yes! Especially all you would-be smugglers in the galaxy, step right up, as you never know what fortune, glory, and endless credits may be found!
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So when Nate clones himself, he is also cloning everything else on his possession? (i.e. weapons, armor, etc).
So when Nate clones himself, he is also cloning everything else on his possession? (i.e. weapons, armor, etc).
Vincent furrowed his brow as he listened to the exchange between the clones, half-snickering at the “solve a mystery” comment from the driver. With the sudden jerk of the steering wheel, pulling the car around a sharp corner, he quickly buckled the seatbelt. “I'm not dying with you fucks…” He mumbled under his breath, noticing that the driver named Nate wasn't strapped in at all.
Much of the bits and pieces lost during the scuffle back in the alley had started to return to him, a bit clearer now, but still full of just as many questions - if not more - as the two freaks who were asking them. And the girl, possibly caught up in whatever mess this was, but still shared the same burdens as the rest of the group, was still passed out and of no help at the moment. Had I really caused all this? What was happening to me? He mused, trying to sift through all the jammed up thoughts that had any real relevance.
“I have no idea who those pricks were, just like I have no idea who the hell you people are or why you two - or three, or four, or twelve - seem to have a hard-on for me suddenly.” He shook his head, half-smiling to himself, as though he’d actually figured it all as a big joke.
“I bet you aren’t even a cop, but maybe I should call them and sort all this shit out, yeah?”
He felt around his pockets, only to realize that his phone was missing, and searched on the floor hoping that he didn’t leave it somewhere compromising...
“Dammit, we need to go back!” Vin exclaimed, his grin replaced by a worried expression, as he propped his elbow up on the door and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “My phone is still in the car, and I don’t need whoever these assholes are snooping around my-” He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words correctly, considering his phone was not only full of legitimate business-related clientele, but also contacts for his various leisurely activities.
“I-We, just don’t need anyone sticking their noses into my business affairs right now.”
He knew something wasn’t right with him, even before his powers, his irreconcilable curse, triggered earlier, killing one individual. In retrospect, it felt like a dark unknown entity was fighting on his behalf, either protecting itself, it's host, or perhaps both.
Much of the bits and pieces lost during the scuffle back in the alley had started to return to him, a bit clearer now, but still full of just as many questions - if not more - as the two freaks who were asking them. And the girl, possibly caught up in whatever mess this was, but still shared the same burdens as the rest of the group, was still passed out and of no help at the moment. Had I really caused all this? What was happening to me? He mused, trying to sift through all the jammed up thoughts that had any real relevance.
“I have no idea who those pricks were, just like I have no idea who the hell you people are or why you two - or three, or four, or twelve - seem to have a hard-on for me suddenly.” He shook his head, half-smiling to himself, as though he’d actually figured it all as a big joke.
“I bet you aren’t even a cop, but maybe I should call them and sort all this shit out, yeah?”
He felt around his pockets, only to realize that his phone was missing, and searched on the floor hoping that he didn’t leave it somewhere compromising...
“Dammit, we need to go back!” Vin exclaimed, his grin replaced by a worried expression, as he propped his elbow up on the door and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “My phone is still in the car, and I don’t need whoever these assholes are snooping around my-” He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words correctly, considering his phone was not only full of legitimate business-related clientele, but also contacts for his various leisurely activities.
“I-We, just don’t need anyone sticking their noses into my business affairs right now.”
He knew something wasn’t right with him, even before his powers, his irreconcilable curse, triggered earlier, killing one individual. In retrospect, it felt like a dark unknown entity was fighting on his behalf, either protecting itself, it's host, or perhaps both.
BTW, if it gets to that point, should we consider doing collaborative posts to keep dialogue moving along between characters?
In other words, sharing each other's drafts and adding into our character's dialogue as needed before actually posting the final? That being said, I use Google docs for all my posts before copy/pasting onto here, so I can easily share/edit with another Google users.
Just a thought for the future, or chime in your suggestions.
In other words, sharing each other's drafts and adding into our character's dialogue as needed before actually posting the final? That being said, I use Google docs for all my posts before copy/pasting onto here, so I can easily share/edit with another Google users.
Just a thought for the future, or chime in your suggestions.
“Typical…” The Agent mumbled to himself, realizing that nothing in the vast expanse of the known galaxy is ever easy. His negotiating skills were rather rusty as of late, but the situation and his own belief, called for a de-escalation of any further casualties. He’d signed up for the job, sure, but not like this.
Gavon keyed in a code on his wrist datapad that set the two droids to Security Protocol Level Omega, which was essentially a “seek and immobilize” command. It would, under duress, immediately propel the droids into the threatening target, latch onto via magnetic seals, and send a massive electrical arc from one droid module to the other, potentially rendering the target unconscious. However, as the Agent was fully aware, the likelihood of it causing much of an impact on the heavily armoured individual was slim.
Either way, he hoped it didn't come to that.
“Agreed, I’m on my way out.” He finally responded into the comm, before checking his one blaster and contemplating pulling the second out as well, but deciding against such a sign of hostility. If this guy was honorable to his word, Gavon wouldn’t need it anyway.
He slowly stepped from the shadow of the large vertical support structure, and inched his way over to the armored figure’s location, which he was able to pinpoint with visual confirmation based on the hovering probe droids position.
“Agent, are...kay?” His earpiece crackled on, as E-V chimed in through the continued interference. “...in pursuit direct...hind the Milano…”
Gavon picked up the jist of it, well enough to know his ship was still following as planned.
“Copy that.” He whispered. “Keep comms to a minimum until further notice”
“Sir?...much interfer...can...peat your last…”
Gavon didn’t respond, as doing so would draw too much suspicion from an already awkward meeting. He switched off the receiver for the moment and continued his course, eventually placing him approximately three meters away from where the other guy stood his ground.
“Okay.” He spoke out loud, no longing needing the droids as a proxy. “I’m here. No hostility, just need to know what’s going on...”
Gavon keyed in a code on his wrist datapad that set the two droids to Security Protocol Level Omega, which was essentially a “seek and immobilize” command. It would, under duress, immediately propel the droids into the threatening target, latch onto via magnetic seals, and send a massive electrical arc from one droid module to the other, potentially rendering the target unconscious. However, as the Agent was fully aware, the likelihood of it causing much of an impact on the heavily armoured individual was slim.
Either way, he hoped it didn't come to that.
“Agreed, I’m on my way out.” He finally responded into the comm, before checking his one blaster and contemplating pulling the second out as well, but deciding against such a sign of hostility. If this guy was honorable to his word, Gavon wouldn’t need it anyway.
He slowly stepped from the shadow of the large vertical support structure, and inched his way over to the armored figure’s location, which he was able to pinpoint with visual confirmation based on the hovering probe droids position.
“Agent, are...kay?” His earpiece crackled on, as E-V chimed in through the continued interference. “...in pursuit direct...hind the Milano…”
Gavon picked up the jist of it, well enough to know his ship was still following as planned.
“Copy that.” He whispered. “Keep comms to a minimum until further notice”
“Sir?...much interfer...can...peat your last…”
Gavon didn’t respond, as doing so would draw too much suspicion from an already awkward meeting. He switched off the receiver for the moment and continued his course, eventually placing him approximately three meters away from where the other guy stood his ground.
“Okay.” He spoke out loud, no longing needing the droids as a proxy. “I’m here. No hostility, just need to know what’s going on...”
“None of this makes any sense”
Vincent held his head and blinked rapidly to clear the last remnants of his skewed sight, just as Nate’s clones strolled up to lift him by the arms. “What the-” Before he could even acknowledge the unusual situation, he’d been cut off by their barrage of words, something about a dead body, being arrested, and it was his fault, etc etc. The one piece of information that did stand out, however, was the fact that his car had been shot up, as his head instinctively turned in that direction to see his cherry red baby parked near the mouth of the alley riddled with bullet holes and, yep, two flat tires.
“Who the hell are you freaks anyway? And let me go for fucks sake, I can walk just fine!” In saying that, he attempted to gain control of his footing as the two Nate clones dragged him toward another car that had just pulled up, but the coordination was still lost while the numbness took its time to subside.
“Shit! Well where are you goons taking me then? Better be back to my place...” Vin remembered, that before all this happened, he had been on his way to the tattoo shop not far from here. “Wait! Just drop me off down on fifty-sixth ave, it’s like five minutes away, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
The passenger side door was opened, and both clones not-so-gingerly pushed him in and down onto the seat, knocking the top of his head on the door frame. “Geez! I fucking hate you guys!” He exclaimed, as the door was slammed shut, stopping only an inch from his face. Vin turned his head toward the driver, and recoiled in surprise as far back against the door as he could. “What the f-, how many of you shits are there?”
His eyes then shifted to the back seat, noticing not only another clone, but the girl as well leaning against the door and seat cushion, her body twitching every few seconds. He was about to ask of her condition, when his train of thought was completely derailed by the two clones outside suddenly vanishing. Vin closed his eyes, and turned to face forward again, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disbelief.
“Holy bitch tits, I knew I shouldn’t have watched that Twilight Zone marathon the other night...”
Vincent held his head and blinked rapidly to clear the last remnants of his skewed sight, just as Nate’s clones strolled up to lift him by the arms. “What the-” Before he could even acknowledge the unusual situation, he’d been cut off by their barrage of words, something about a dead body, being arrested, and it was his fault, etc etc. The one piece of information that did stand out, however, was the fact that his car had been shot up, as his head instinctively turned in that direction to see his cherry red baby parked near the mouth of the alley riddled with bullet holes and, yep, two flat tires.
“Who the hell are you freaks anyway? And let me go for fucks sake, I can walk just fine!” In saying that, he attempted to gain control of his footing as the two Nate clones dragged him toward another car that had just pulled up, but the coordination was still lost while the numbness took its time to subside.
“Shit! Well where are you goons taking me then? Better be back to my place...” Vin remembered, that before all this happened, he had been on his way to the tattoo shop not far from here. “Wait! Just drop me off down on fifty-sixth ave, it’s like five minutes away, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
The passenger side door was opened, and both clones not-so-gingerly pushed him in and down onto the seat, knocking the top of his head on the door frame. “Geez! I fucking hate you guys!” He exclaimed, as the door was slammed shut, stopping only an inch from his face. Vin turned his head toward the driver, and recoiled in surprise as far back against the door as he could. “What the f-, how many of you shits are there?”
His eyes then shifted to the back seat, noticing not only another clone, but the girl as well leaning against the door and seat cushion, her body twitching every few seconds. He was about to ask of her condition, when his train of thought was completely derailed by the two clones outside suddenly vanishing. Vin closed his eyes, and turned to face forward again, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disbelief.
“Holy bitch tits, I knew I shouldn’t have watched that Twilight Zone marathon the other night...”
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