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Not Quite Dead

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  1. Vezon is begging for his life and I've accepted my unfortunate fate. Which act seems more nefarious?
  2. Switching vote from Marvelous to ShadowVezon :^)
  3. I think Nato is the second likeliest surviving player to be a Piraka. Voting Nato for Smoke's death and Marvelous for Kranan's death.
  4. IC: Ezezko - The Test That was slightly unexpected, or rather, would he had he not been expecting the unexpected to happen. His first assumption was that the prototype vehicle was some sort of subterranean one. Maybe it burrowed through the sand? There was also the possibility of mines having happened to be in this area. Or maybe he'd just missed some crucial detail. Or maybe something even worse had interrupted the test, some explosion causing sand kaiju, maybe. Probably the last one. He kept the For Hire at a safe diatance, eyes peeled for signs of movement below.
  5. aw man you should of seen it, they came from all over the world all just trying to say something. but then those clippers came and those people drowned and the scaffold... it came falling down. then the conquests came and the noise died down and i never heard another single thing about it.
  6. IC: Ezezko - Skies What was it nagging at the back of his brain? Some sort of historical trivia about the Zesk and Vorox he was busy gunning down indiscriminately. Eh. Probably nothing pertinent or moving.
  7. I heard there was a secret role, that Nato played to please the Lord.
  8. I like Nato's logic, so I'll follow suit in my placement of votes.
  9. How about another loser character, we lack those.
  10. After Tex-Khan's death in early december, the golden heist was divided between his heirs, creating decades of instability and spelling the slow but inevitable death of the mafia empire.
  11. IC: Ezezko - Open Skies He wasn't quite sure exactly what was going on down there, but he followed suit and loosed a few volleys into the turbulent sands.
  12. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Airspace His vehicle rose smoothly through the air, once he was at a proper cruising height he scanned the horizon, spotting the ludicrously titled THESE Guns in the distance and puttering along towards it.
  13. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Parking District His possible internal and external retorts were drowned out by an ear shattering roar, one that set siege to his oh so aeronautically nubile ears. One created by Big Red's gaudy and thoroughly tryhard aircraft. It looked like something a kid on xbox live would think is cool and hardcore. "Uh, I'll be good from here. Thanks, Armani." He mumbled a bit and set off for his own craft, breaking from the cover of her shade like cannonfodder in trench warfare, heading over the top into the relentless machine gun fire of the sun. Hopefully his flung grenade might strike true and allow his comrades a brief moment of respite. Or maybe they'd at least send his dog tags back to his mourning family... In reality, he climbed into For Hire, did a quick ops check and turned her on, producing an (ear) pleasing rather than (ear) penetrating noise.
  14. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Did she just completely dodge his question? Or worse, take it as some sort of non-neutral at best comment on an objective feature of her self, ie bigness?? Karz now he was worried, this is why he never did vaguely friendly banter because misunderstandings happened. And of course they followed up with a question about his life and dreams, next thing he knew His Spikiness would whip out his shotgun and pronounce them wed. It was an interesting question however, however telling the truth would surely earn him aught but ire. (i wanna steal yr secrets and get paid) and maybe it might earn him some more scars over his pretty body. And maybe he'd be killed. Hmm. Luckily the stream of consciousness of his was a deep underground trickle, one that never saw the light of his open mouth. "I'm here for the scenery, best in the wastes!"
  15. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Tower He fell into clockwork lockstep behind the gargantuan Skrall, subconsciously thankful for the shade. The moments of silence ticked by like little glass shards being ground into his eyes. Why did he feel like the others weren't around as a social buffer? Was it because they were even more repellant than he? Probably. Maybe he ought to say something, about the job? The city? Life in the military? Something normal. Something respectable. "You're pretty big, how much do you have to drink to get wasted?"
  16. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Tower The subtext alarms in his brain lit up like an overcompensating christmas tree. What did they expect to gain from this exchange? A list of possibilities whirred through his brain at the mushy speed of thought, ninety nine possible reasons and "feeling good about yourself," was not one. At least it never would have occurred to him. Altruism, that is. "Uh-" Why the karz did he just say uh? Starting ones sentence with uh was tantamount to exposing your neck in a duel, a bad time. Like wearing your heart on your sleeve in winter and not dressing warmly. All these vaguely lyrical thoughts and many more unwritten whirred through his brain at the 'nonconforming to outside world pacing' speed of thought. "-sure, thanks."
  17. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Tower Why did he have the feeling that this oft mentioned but never described servant had some sort of sinister plot relevance? If others were talking he paid little attention, he hated discussions involving architecture and other people's accomplishments or good deeds or good times or really hearing anything other than, "here's your money," "remember so and so, they're dead," or maybe "I like you too." Except he hated that last one too. Interpersonal connection was salt and he a slimy slug. As he stepped out the door so recently vacated by Big Red the Sandy sunlight hit him in the face like a thrown coffee mug, burning his eyes something fierce after the extensive time inside the gloomy tower.
  18. I was the one that bangbangbangbanged Blade. Good luck getting me.
  19. I too am very worried about myself. There is no simple cure for the pervasive sadness, disappointment and dread in human life and I am but a simple man. So I shall find no cure. I guess I'm past worrying if I'll be alright because I already know the answer and it is a simple 'no.'
  20. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Tower He quickly got to his feet and mimicked His Spikiness, donning a grungy old field jacket like a cheap Bickle ripoff. A reflexive jiggle of his right arm, disguised as an adjustment of the garment revealed a deficit of weight, seems the bottle he'd stowed in an inner pocket was emptier of contents than he'd remembered. The talky talky Skrall took care of the only question he'd have cared to ask, giving him extra time to contemplate how to actually pilot his ship as an ace pilot. Fake it til you (he) make (made) it? Or something like that.
  21. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Tower It was a good thing his poker face was impeccable, because the idea of a little bit of paper keeping this juicy info in his brain and out of his mouth in the dog eat dog world of the Great Barren was... amusing, to say the least. He grabbed the document and did a good skim through before neatly signing it in all the required places. Bring on the kzzzzzzcitement.
  22. I HATE band nerds, pick up a guitar
  23. IC: Ezezko - New Atero Tower Was she flirting with Big Red? No girl had ever said that many words to him without it being flirtatious in nature, a point he usually missed until much later during an inebriated bout of angsting. "Sounds simple enough to me, when do we start?"
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