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Not Quite Dead

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  1. All this moralistic posturing is so fetch.
  2. IC: Ezezko - The Tower Bai Bai? He had certainly heard more ridiculous names in his time, but this one in combination with it's owner's demeanor was rather flabbergasting. Of course, he avoided snickering about it. Or really doing, saying or expressing anything at all. He was for all intents and purposes wearing emotional flecktarn for the proceedings. Maybe he'd loosen up after this whole stupid thing was over. Do I still get paid? A slight frown, as he entered the Tower behind Armani and her leech like friend.
  3. I offer up the Atlanta Region and House Ryan.
  4. No, something MUCH more important happened.
  5. The Jungle region needs to take a few pages from the viet cong's book of warfare tactics so they don't get gibbed again.
  6. But there's no noncanonical nudity and violence?
  7. Take a page from Marvel's book and reiterate the same things in a new fashion.
  8. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Streets He had begun to say that that was fine, that he'd enjoyed the alone time. Well spent perfecting his Blondie look, when some dweeb bumped into Armani. "..."
  9. My gut still says TOATIMELORD is guilty, thusly I vote them for murder.
  10. Let it die a horrible agonizingly prolonged death?
  11. Wow it's like I'm really running a 15 minute aol trial again!
  12. IC: Ezezko - Parking District Hhmm, a salient point. "Nah, let's get moving." He recapped the bottle and tossed it expertly into an eagerly anticipative recycling bin. A dirty one at that. Nice. He began the march towards the tower.
  13. I thoroughly support a Ghidmafia. It should be most kzzzzzzcellent.
  14. check out the hook while my DJ revolves it~
  15. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Parking District For some reason, the news that the crash had been absolutely fatal and that Big Red had been exiled was about as shocking as licking the musty D batteries you found in a long forgotten lantern. He simply nodded in affirmation once at the news and stayed put at the offer of physical comfort. Maybe they needed to affirm themselves via contact? Occasionally he had flickers of thoughts like this that assumed other people had autonomous wills and aspirations such as his own, but, he found that assumptions of any sort had a way of messing **** up for him when he allowed them. So, it spiraled down into his subconscious sewers like a dead pet goldfish. He quickly made an about face and scampered into For Hire, reemerging a moment (which means less than a second) later with a dusty brown bottle of some assuredly terrible drink. Fidgeting with the cap for a moment, he popped it off and turned the bottle downside up, the amber contents staining the sands. "For the deceased," he murmured rather tersely. That was obvious enough, right?
  16. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Parking District The softly defined browns and greys of the wastes gave way to the hard edged angles and colors of civilization. Soon enough, the nonplussed-faced pilot set his craft down aside THESE GUNS, predictably landed, parked and disembarked before him. Despite his nonplussed appearance he was quite capable of using basic mathematics to plus and minus together an idea of what he'd be in for. Namely some sort of debriefing, a lecture, maybe he'd get to watch Maldrakk get kzzzzzecuted for his negligent manslaughter? Locking up his craft, he dismounted. Taking his time to silently stretch and make sure his self was thoroughly nonminussed of the dust and dirt of travel. Eventually, he turned his gaze towards Armani. "What's up?"
  17. IC: Ezezko - (no fancy zippyesque location naming here) An outsider might have ascribed the look plastered to his face as the result of stoicism, cold detachment, perhaps just general badassery in a Blondie sort of way. He was cool, collected, calm and never gave a karz about anybody, that was like totally awesome, right? The kind of cold hearted guy that would calmly observe, crack a one liner, shoot someone in cold blood and collect his money and perhaps have an episode or two dedicated to his past traumas or something cliche that caused this demeanor. Well actually, the look of cool indifference was merely his confused face. He was just confused as to what had happened and when his brain was on full trying to work through a problem, his face had no processing power left to use and assumed the most neutral positioning possible. The subconscious subprocesses of his brain covertly directed a few kilowatts of power to the movement of his limbs and the processing, albeit at a low level, of his surroundings. In laymen's terms this was called flying. He wasn't going particularly fast and the blank blandness of New Atero's locale meant his brain could think and not focus much on taking in the majestic view or not crashing into something. He mulled over the events of the afternoon as the deserts blurred past.
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