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| Wake-Up Call; Dr. Eggman Wakes Up in the New Timeline... | |
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| Topic Started: May 10 2010, 07:42 PM (2,112 Views) | |
| Fiona Fox | Sep 27 2010, 03:33 AM Post #76 |
is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona quickly recomposes herself then lets a sly smile show on her face responding to Nack. “I like the way you think but this just makes me wonder what you plan to do now.” She then brushed off herself making sure no more of the acidic gunk was on her then quickly Brushes her hands off thinking to herself. “Guess that ends my job so now it all depends what happens next on what I do now.” Fiona then calmly waited for what Nack decides to do about her now that she was shown to be a spy. |
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| Nack the Weasel | Sep 27 2010, 03:37 PM Post #77 |
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Nack thought for a moment at this person's statement. All he did was go out for some "Y'know, " he started, "I'm startin' to wonder how much these 'Chaos Emeralds' are worth anyway. If I got them on my own..." Evil thoughts started to enter his head as if Logic and Reason had screwed open his head and shoved them in there. "Forget ol' Egghead, I'll find the emeralds on my own, and probably get more for what I'm workin' for!" ...Then again, he had no idea where these emeralds were; he'd need some tracker of some sort. He thought back to the past events inside that "waiting room." Nack had been assigned a partner who could track the emeralds down. He'd left. Before that, Eggman started the construction of a new device for him to use. But if he already had one, why wasn't he given that one? Maybe he has like 5 of them hidden around that base somewhere. Hmph, and 'I'm rude' he says. Little <censored> making me wait like that, I'll show him! "Hey I-" WAIT! What the HECK was he doing!? Asking somebody he met less than a minute ago to help him? He's gone absolutely mad with greed cake, topped off with revenge icing. ...Then again, this was his normal behavior. He continued his statement. "I'm gonna break into the base to get me an emerald tracker. You in?" |
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| Fiona Fox | Sep 28 2010, 07:13 PM Post #78 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona grinned at Nacks question saying in a calm tone “You won’t know if you’re working for Eggman now will you?” With that she leaned on a wall of the building and listened carefully to him as she continued to brush the gunk off her. Fiona thinking to herself “He would have to see one first hand to get an idea of how much he could get for those thing, but then again if I got them for myself and came back to portal…or Eggman with them one of the two would basically do anything for them.” She turned to Nack as he started to speak again then responded once he finished “Hmm….I’m in but where would he hide such a thing?” Stands up and gets ready to enter the base thinking “Even if we don’t find a tracker I will get tons of info on this place to give when I get back if all else fails.” |
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| Nack the Weasel | Sep 28 2010, 08:21 PM Post #79 |
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"You know what," Nack began, smiling, "you make a good point. I was a fool for being hypnotized into accepting that near worthless reward compared to what I could be really earning. You've really opened my eyes, and I thank ya for that." He thought for a moment before realizing something. "Hey, I never did catch your name. Mine's Nack. Of course, you can't really catch anything that never fell in the first place, am I right?" Wow, what a fail attempt at a joke. He slapped himself before shyly smiling. About the radar, he recalled the Doctor saying that he was going to make a new one for him. His earlier conversation created a theory that an emerald tracker, maybe more than one, had already existed. There was no way, however, to know for sure. He could find a possible window, but Eggman definitely wouldn't be stupid enough to put a window on his secret lab. He'd just have to go in and get it. Before he stepped outside, the Doctor left the room, leaving the entire place free for exploration. For a limited time, of course, until he comes back. His and this girl's intentions had changed since they met, but for all everyone else knows, Nack is still working for Eggy, and she's still a spy. Re-playing the roles could help in his master plan. "Eggman left the room before I stepped outside, so he probably thinks I'm still in the building. I suppose I could find him and keep him distracted while you look for the radar. Make sure you aren't seen, or else |
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| Doctor Eggman | Sep 28 2010, 11:24 PM Post #80 |
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Eggman may be many things, but he was certainly not stupid, and the prospect of yet another double-cross was always at the front of his mind. While Nack had an air of being trustworthy (and he was certain that he had had some sort of dream about getting him to steal Emeralds before, only to be KO'ed by Knuckles), Mobians were Mobians, and weasels were still most certainly weasels. The gold could be spared. He was also no fool. The perimeters, and throughout the swamps and mires were riddled with cameras and security relays of all sorts from sensors to nanites. He was aware of everything the two were saying, and he was already cross-referencing for access on the girl's name, and identity. It was true that he did not have that many emerald trackers, but mainly because he had not needed many more than he could count on one hand. His top two lieutenants each had one installed in their servos, and he personally owned one, but aside from a spare, the only others that had existed were melted slag. The emeralds were individually worth a great deal because of their size, cut, colour, and clarity, but not as much for that alone as what he could pay the mercenaries. Their true value lay in the power hidden beneath the surface, a power that it was doubtful Nack or any buyers could tap, and so would remain unknown. It was a pity, because he had been willing to continue paying the weasel handsomely, on the basis of becoming... perhaps his own 'team' of professional baddies that he could rely on to get the job done... Well... it would be ample enough test for the bird to prove his worth. Now, as for the fox boy... |
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| Fiona Fox | Sep 29 2010, 06:43 PM Post #81 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona grinned knowing if anything else she talked Nack out of reporting her to Eggman which would have lead to far worse things than just a simple talk like this. Fiona then calmly replied “No problem and the names Fiona it will be a pleasure to be working with you Nack” Fiona had no intentions of keep up such a deal in the long run after all after hearing the Nack mutter my and not ours not even five minutes after the deal sparked a bit of untrust in the weasel. Fiona sighed mentally dismissing the thoughts for now going back to listening fully to Nack then responded “Sounds like a plan Nack only problem now is how to get inside without setting off alarms. Other than that there should be no problems after that if everything goes smoothly.” |
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| Nack the Weasel | Oct 2 2010, 05:25 PM Post #82 |
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Nack saw as Fiona was about to enter the door. "Wait!" he exclaimed in surprise to her, "We don't even have any plan or anything! We can't just barge i--wait a second..." He walked up to the door and looked up. Recalling when he first came here, there was a security camera he yelled into for the doctor to let him in. Thing is, it just moved. Just my <censored> luck. Nack angrily stated under his breath. The cameras might be motion sensor cameras and follow moving objects, either that or someone was pointing them at us. "That <censored> has been watching us this whole time. I'm about 50% sure, but I ain't takin' no chances." He started off away from the building and into the smog-derness. "You can come if you want, but have fun getting captured." He drew his M9 pistol from his belt and would be prepared for whatever would decide to strike. (I had a reply yesterday, but didn't finish it due to a brain fart and computer shutdown, and Firefox's fail recovery. This shiznit computer hates me. D:) Edited by Nack the Weasel, Oct 2 2010, 05:26 PM.
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| Fiona Fox | Oct 5 2010, 02:54 AM Post #83 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona paused looking to Nack asking “What’s wrong?” She listened carefully before responding “Well it seems we have two choices go peacefully and talk with the big man himself or fight our way out what one had better odds as it stands currently?” Fiona then got ready to fight at a moment’s notice while she followed Nack making sure to keep a close eye out for any odd movements. Fiona then calmly asked “Whats the plan if we get more then we can handle? I like to have back up plans just in case the worst happens.” Little did Nack know she had been operating on a backup plan sense being caught spying hoping to get the info she wanted while still keeping to her word. But despite her act she was starting to think it was best she was caught as she started to remember the problems of her past Fiona then calmly asked “how long till the first encounter do you think?, given the good doctor already knows.” |
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| Nack the Weasel | Oct 5 2010, 03:49 PM Post #84 |
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Back into the forest of pollution. Great. Nack trudged forward, breathing what clean air there could possibly be in these parts. He knew Eggman would be on their trail in minutes, so he couldn't have stopped. He hears Fiona's question. He actually hadn't formed a plan on that. His brain was fried from trying to think of a plan before. Besides, they always get screwed up somehow, so there's no point. "You come up with the plan." Nack replied to Fiona, grinning. "Eggy could be on our tail right now for all we know." (I figured out you don't have to end your tags with a tag, it'll end it automatically.  Also, posting from a Linux. Hao du ya liek dat BOIIIIIII.) Edited by Nack the Weasel, Oct 5 2010, 03:50 PM.
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| Rouge the Bat | Oct 8 2010, 06:50 PM Post #85 |
The Jeweller's Nightmare
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From the equal vicinity of the maverick Fiona and Nack, as well as the sounds of Eggman's swamp ricocheting off of the heavy steel of the fort, Rouge casually tuned in to the chattering and clanking in unison from about 100 yards away. Very little could be heard except the intrinsic sweep of speech of the latter part of sentences and that constant droning that always hurt her head if she tuned in too intently. She balanced herself poorly against a bush for she was just getting over a hangover from the night before. "Relying on each other for a plan? They'll never learn... he.. Amateurs." Their chatter amused her, and that was it. Their high-pitched voices owed nothing to her and didn't ring of anything worth value- both voices were completely estranged to her at that. What's a girl like her always finding herself at a place like this? She couldn't remember, and covered herself with her mink coat as if it would jog her memory. She tilted her head up to choke down an acid mix of pain killers. "Oh... I feel like hell." |
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| Fiona Fox | Oct 9 2010, 02:51 PM Post #86 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona nodded her head in agreement as she pushed forward before stepping into a slightly deeper than normal puddle getting the muck all over her. “Yuck this grime better come out of my fur. It’s disgusting and smelly and it just got on me.” She then calmed herself, responding “If that’s the case I am sure we should be expecting company soon so we best be ready.” With that she kept following Nack’s lead keeping up the best she can with the thick muck making it hard to walk with one leg. (meh not my best but haven't been to bed yet and still have a mild block *sighs*) Edited by Sonic the Hedgehog, Oct 9 2010, 03:17 PM.
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| Nack the Weasel | Oct 9 2010, 07:08 PM Post #87 |
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Nack thought about what they should do next. If they hid, Robotnik would've sniffed them out. If they ran, they would get caught up to. Either way, they were screwed. In situations like this, the best choice was to wing it and go with the flow--whatever happens, happens. He was then suddenly infuriated by Fiona's statement. Nack turned to Fiona. "We're running from a dangerous villain and you're worrying about your fur?" Nack frustratingly replied, "This is the wrong time and place, Fiona." He turned back to his path and continued forward, the mud beneath his feat making a slush slush slush with every step. He stopped, his attention was attracted to a rustling bush. He shot it, and a bleeding squirrel fell out. "Meh, it was bound to die." He shrugged. Edited by Nack the Weasel, Oct 9 2010, 07:09 PM.
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| Mephiles the Dark | Oct 9 2010, 10:26 PM Post #88 |
The evil little omnipotent puppy~
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The demon was very quiet, slipping away from his robot 'protectors, guards' whatever they might be called to follow after the fatter male...blubbery...things. His form having slipped beneath the steel floor to follow. Silent and curious. Red eyes gazing up through the floor. The man held power..that was certain...but he held more than the mortal would ever comprehend. And all he wanted was to get home....pathetic that his only hope was this man. Trac was irritated, but had no other choice. Soon slipping back up from the floor behind the human. Running a clawed hand over the doctor's one shoulder, tracing it to the other. "Shouldn't just leave me alone, behind with some simple robots. I'm curious about what I will do...while I'm not out hunting these mobian things." he was more interested in the things this man did, reasons why he carried himself with such superiority. However the demon cared little for the way the man walked....he felt he, himself was more superior than him. The lead man, alpha...in secret. Merely from his own background and lifestyle. Letting out an almost eerie hyena like cackle with his interest. "..C'mon and speak, I have all the time for you to tell me the jist of this...operation, situation you are in. This world I am in." Red eyes glittered with his curiosity....very interested. |
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| Rouge the Bat | Oct 10 2010, 05:17 AM Post #89 |
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The Jeweller's Nightmare
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"Shit!' Before the pill she took had the chance to slide down her dry throat, she choked it back up into her mouth, unpleasantly, by the nearby gunshot that took out the chaste animal. Whoever they were, they were onto her. She moved from her position floating a few feet off the ground to minimize the rustle of leaves beneath her. Gung ho! She wasn't in the mood to be paranoid, she decided to follow the poacher. It wasn't stalking; a lady never does that. And she, herself, was convinced that she was never unwanted company. The deeper she floated into the swamp area, the more intense the smell of the muck and decomposition became, and the louder the voices. She had to know what to expect next. Rouge pressed her back to a begrimed tree trunk and let echolocation be her eyes. She determined the two figures she heard earlier. They were both about her height and well protected. The sound of feet trekking through the mud disgusted her, but thought it to be something that might be to her advantage. She thought to herself. "Just a little more. Once they get stuck...." |
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| Fiona Fox | Oct 11 2010, 06:35 AM Post #90 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona looked at Nack becoming slightly annoyed with how he over reacted given the muck basically doubles as a naturally defense of the place due to it slowing people down. Fiona then sighs trying to keep herself calm as she responded “excuse me for not liking being slowed down by this gunk.” Fiona pushed on but was now debating if she should just go off on her own and head back to portal stick with Nack or see why Eggman wants the emeralds so badly. Thoughts race through Fiona’s mind unsure what choice to pick “should I stick with this guy I hardly know him this could end up getting me ripped off and tossed aside like garbage again at least I would be expecting that with Eggman and if I went back to portal with the intelligence info. I would no longer he treated like a wanted criminal dang choices like these make my head hurt.” Fiona was quickly snapped back to reality after hearing the gunshot responding to Nack’s statement “What the heck!? Oh just a small animal shocked it lived as long as it did in this hell hole anyhow let’s keep going I got a bad feeling.” With that she pushed forward getting more of the same muck on her other leg slowing her down more making Fiona look more annoyed by the environment. |
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| Nack the Weasel | Oct 12 2010, 03:12 PM Post #91 |
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"Yes," Nack started, "It sucks, so what? Complaints get you nowhere. Action do-OOOWAH HOLY <censored>!!" *splat* Ouch. Face-plant into the muddy soil. Nack had been carelessly trudging forward without noticing the small obstruction in his path, a tree root, leading to his painful and disgusting fall into the muck. Because the tree was dead, the obstacle was soon snapped in half after making contact with Nack's boot. He saw it as the Universe's way of flipping him off. What did he ever do to deserve this? Little did he know, a spy was on both of their trails, waiting for them to trip up. He might as well consider himself lucky that it's not robotnik. ...Hopefully. |
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| Fiona Fox | Oct 14 2010, 07:39 AM Post #92 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona can’t help but laugh at Nack’s fall into the grime that covered her leg legs before smirking saying “watch your step you don’t want to hurt yourself Nack, after all we need to get out of here first.” With that Fiona helped Nack back to his feet before pushing forward unaware they were being watched. Fiona then asked Nack “so you have any destination in mind or are we just going to worry about that once we get out of this mess?” (really need to stop making post before bed but meh it works plus it looks like we are gonna need mister eggman too soon lol.) |
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| Rouge the Bat | Oct 15 2010, 01:06 AM Post #93 |
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The Jeweller's Nightmare
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Rouge's exquisite hearing allowed her to visualize the weasel breaking his fall into the questionable muck in an image rancid enough to excite a gag reflex. The two sloshing around for freedom sounded so pitiful, but what made enduring it pleasant to listen to was that the two trespassers didn't seem like they would be compliant. Even though she had no reason to convict either one, both would have no choice but to, ultimately, be relieved that Rouge the Bat graced them with her presence. But how would she do it? Was she okay with leaving them both where they stand? At this rate, one of them would drown themselves in the muck soon enough, free to be claimed by nature's decomposers. Or by the feral and ravenous reject-badniks distributing the two's limbs between themselves to prove at last they were worthy of the Doctor's twisted, sadistic love. "Ugh!" No more imagery! She would do this on the fly. And fly she would. A little active energy, and Rouge reached a good running speed. She unlatched the studded belt of her lush coat and ascended just a few feet over the boggy duo and then onto a strong limb of a tree root that would support her even, buxom frame. A sensation of pride overtook her and indulged in the few rays of sunlight that emerged through the dank trees over her. She answered Fiona's question. "Do you really have time to decide to decide? Playing King of the Jungle on these sopping vines would have been preferable to becoming swamp stew." She wrinkled her nose at the thought. (Rouge's entrance; withholding the sexy saxophone playing every 2 minutes! Oh well, I guess even master villains have to work 9 to 5 I guess. xD) Edited by Rouge the Bat, Oct 15 2010, 01:16 AM.
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| Nack the Weasel | Oct 15 2010, 09:43 AM Post #94 |
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"Ugh," he said as he pushed himself out of the mud. He wiped his face of (most of) the dirt and grime that once littered his face. Then proceeded to spit the dirt that intruded into his mouth. "I hate my life." Nack skipped a heartbeat when he was assaulted by an unknown voice from behind. His brain(?) responded immediately, sending waves after waves of adrenaline. It seemed almost in an instant that he was about 1 foot away from the new bat-like character, pointing his gun at her. "Who. The. Heck. Are. You?" |
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| Rouge the Bat | Oct 15 2010, 03:33 PM Post #95 |
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"I expected that you would point something like that at me." Rouge was slightly disappointed at his reaction, but it was truth that she didn't expect an ovation upon her arrival, either. The world was just wasn't ready for Rouge the Bat, she thought, and that was the more practical half of her. She kept her wings spread to keep her balance on the fermenting piece of wood and saw with her eyes what these figures actually looked like. A weasel and a vixen; hardly a nice way to describe them, but very, very appropriate. She flashed the two of them a wide, pointed smile. "My name is Rouge" She took off her mink coat and folded it neatly over her forearm. "...and I can be the Rouge who helps you depending on how nice you are to me." |
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| Doctor Eggman | Oct 15 2010, 09:11 PM Post #96 |
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(OOC: Gonna be slow, as usual. Sorry for computer blinking on this blasted thing. It will never be the same... not after rewriting four different times... *little pissed at computer*Anyway, so if it sounds junky on the grammar, Eggman hasn't been given enough sugar tribute. *hint hint*) Eggman watched the monitors, taking what distraction he could. It wasn't like he cared about the weasel, or that it would make such a difference to the team. Thugs and assassins were a dime a dozen. It was the Mobian that was missing out on the opportunity for a steady and steep wage, and to become part of Eggman's 'super team'. He had been altogether willing to pay exactly what had been demonstrated... Now he would be made an example of. Those mires that surrounded his base were rather punishing upon the frail fleshies. If they could stand the pollution or the toxic, somewhat basic mud, quicksands, and waters, then the Badnik-Assassiniks, and all the little mutated fish and animals would definitely stand a challenge. The singular assured way to his base was the one that they were not trekking upon, and even then, his route was not without its perils. He had a few doubts about whether they actually could get out or not, but factoring the need for food, water, and rest, and the size of the area, if they did manage to get though, with any level of harm, they would be weak enough for Jet to pick off. ...Not that that was some sort of slight at the prowess of the bird... O_<; He was so preoccupied with his computer screens, making sure he could track where the two scoundrels were going, as well as aware of what was going on with Jet, that he did not notice the cat-being's presence until he felt him touching his shoulders. Any surprised was concealed though. "Ah, it's you." Still, the cat-thing should not have been able to get that close to him. Those blasted robots! He had ordered them to not to allow the furry to go anywhere! What if his intent was to attack?? He was fortunate to have taken some fundamental martial arts training for self defence... He turned away from his computer screens with a disinterested expression. "You won't be on the missions unless directly and expressly stated. I want you to stay around and train. Get back into better health and all that... You'll be coming up with me in the Egg Armada, as something like a lieutenant... I mean, if you're soooo interested in making sure that I can get you home," he shrugged. "You've already seen how effectually my commands are with those bumbling bots. Someone with as many enemies as I only lasts long if they are canny like a coyote, and have enough protection to be a Bastille of their own." The cat was capable enough, and his entrance was as good as an audition. He would just need him to be back to full speed. "As for your situation, I will tell you more about Mobius in detail later. I need only to access certain datafiles in order to elaborate more and give you a better and more concise understanding." He was breaking out the bigger vocabulary now, simply because he could. Either the thing could understand and keep up, or not. It didn't matter to him. He would not put it down to an inferiority complex, more like simply being a jerk again. (OOC: not the best I could do, but at least I remembered something of where I was going...) |
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| SSSSSS | Oct 17 2010, 06:05 PM Post #97 |
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(Man! I'm so sorry I forgot to post for so long. To show that I'm still in this, here's my post at long last, taking into account how many posts have passed.) The three badniks remained silent as Dr. Eggman and the so-called demon talked about their guest joining the Eggman Empire. Coconuts had followed Eggman back to the room, but stayed out of the room and out of the demon's sight, not wanting to be in the same room as the thing. While it didn't show, Scratch and Grounder were a bit scared about how the anthro on the bed was sounding so threatening toward their creator. From their words, it sounded as if a deal was struck before the doctor left again to attend to his other guests. 'Oh great! That joik is going to be on board now,' Coconuts thought to himself with a grimace. 'What's more, can Robotnik really keep his promise? If he really can send that thing back to where he came from, then the sooner the better!' From their earlier trade of words, the monkey badnik was not up for the demon being a part of the empire. If it could be helped, he'd rather see the demon dead. But with what he had seen him do, even Coconuts wouldn't be stupid enough to actually try to take his life himself. 'Guess I'll have to put up with him until either Robotnik sends him home, or until those Freedom Fighters somehow kill him. Much as I hate to admit it, I'd love him for it if that blue hedgehog manages to take that thing out.' (Might be short, but at least it's finally something from me. ^^;) |
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| Fiona Fox | Oct 18 2010, 09:51 AM Post #98 |
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is that a cream filled donut? *chomping sound*
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Fiona calmly responded to Rouge as she got her footing on a stone taking the small moment to recover from the constant walking “Nice to meet you Miss Rouge” she put on her best innocent act until she could safely say the bat was no threat to them then would deal with the matter in a appropriate manner as the need arose. Fiona then looked to Nack suggesting to hear Rouge out but at the same time warned him to be wary before responding to the end of Rouges statement “Just what exactly do you mean by nice such a word can be abused after all I should know I did it all the time in the past” She smirked slightly before and waited for a response. |
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| Nack the Weasel | Oct 19 2010, 05:00 PM Post #99 |
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What the heck was he doing? The situation, environment, and his general nature was driving him mad to the point that anybody but Fiona would become an instant suspect to working with Robotnik. Then again, there was no way of knowing who he could and couldn't trust. The new figure's word sparked interest in his mind. He stood up straight, stopped sweating, and spoke as he placed his M9 to his side. "How do we know we can trust you?" he replied. |
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| Mephiles the Dark | Oct 22 2010, 03:45 AM Post #100 |
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The evil little omnipotent puppy~
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Taking an idle step back, ears perking up with some interest...straightening as he stood where he was while the wings upon his back ruffled, shifting before settling. Muzzle however quickly wrinkled. "..I am healed again....just still a little bit woozy, but that doesn't effect me so much that it wavers my battle skills." obviously the human wouldn't even comprehend the world he had been dragged from...as far as he has seen of this world. There was no way in the universe this human may truly understand. He recovered quickly from the disease...poison...that ripped at his body. "..but if you say so..I'll play as this lieutenant..." adding with a brief smirk, tail slowly coiling around his feet. "Not all can last on being careful or having their own protection. Being as careful as can be you still leave tracks..if small and minute...only the best of trackers find them. You leave a scent trail which only the skilled can find....and the skilled are the ones who can penetrate this Bastille constructed by an individual." flashing a wider, toothy grin. "..and I am one such individual...seeing most of the residents of this world...aren't as careful as I normally suspect people to be. But that is my world." cocking his head to the side. Ears swiveled slowly at the comment about the world's history...and general explanation will be left for later. Shrugging to it before speaking again. "I need to know only the landscape....or the locations of cities, major cities. That is all...I am sure that killing here will be far easier than home." was the demon's words, there was a solid thud noise and a blast of air. The cat thing's wings beated once and he came to settle near the human. A large buildup of black ooze having risen from the ground...solidifying and acting as a perch for the other. Wings half open but it made him look far larger than before. Looking at the screens with his own curiosity. Even if he wasn't allowed to look, what could Eggman do to stop him? ... Almost nothing. |
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