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Post by amberice on Oct 15, 2016 11:19:56 GMT -5
Three tapped her fingers against the countertop, turning to face them, "We're here to deliver the weapons in the hold. They're going to send someone in a little while to help offload them. Apparently they were expecting us and were worried...". Her voice trailed off and as she frowned, "They mentioned a blockade, but we didn't run into any issues during our jump. It sounds like they're in open rebellion against the corporation that owns the station, hence the guns."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 11:39:00 GMT -5
"Ah, one of those groups," Five mumbled, nodding to himself and running a hand through his hair, before crossing his arms tightly over his chest, "I think they're fairly common, aren't they?" Of course, he never remembered being in one or being affiliated with one, but he just knew. But, it did seem like he might've known before because it was his job to supply weapons to them.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 15, 2016 15:00:15 GMT -5
i finally have a weekend away from overwatch...heyyyy what have i missed?
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Post by amberice on Oct 15, 2016 23:00:38 GMT -5
(you talk about it like it's your job XD So the ship reached the station, has docked and made contact with the peeps in charge. They're gonna offload the weapons with some help. Everyone also hugged.)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 16, 2016 0:52:01 GMT -5
BECAUSE IT IS...and dang it! how could i have missed out on the hugging!!??
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 16, 2016 23:41:26 GMT -5
((EVERYONE PLS LOOK AT THIS PIC OF MY LIZARD BEING COOL))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 16, 2016 23:45:34 GMT -5
tell your gecko i love them
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dumple
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Post by dumple on Oct 16, 2016 23:46:18 GMT -5
((he says he loves u too))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 16, 2016 23:59:01 GMT -5
i feel so blessed :,)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 4:46:52 GMT -5
what a blessed image to wake up to god bless
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Post by amberice on Oct 17, 2016 7:36:06 GMT -5
what a cool lil man. 8/8 garg )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 15:06:53 GMT -5
he's a big spicy boy
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 17, 2016 15:21:56 GMT -5
(hey guys. sorry for my absence. work bros...it's been hectic. how is everyone? what's been going on in the rp?)
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Post by dumple on Oct 17, 2016 22:40:14 GMT -5
((hey pumpkin queen, nice to have you back! as for the rp, not much has happened really. They found the guns and 3 found out they're making the delivery to a group of rebels))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 17, 2016 23:00:17 GMT -5
(ahh sounds cool. hm...i think Seven and Two were in the mess hall or something the last time i was on? i can just start wherever though, i guess... as long as upsidedown doesn't have a problem with that, i mean, lol)
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dumple
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Post by dumple on Oct 17, 2016 23:09:26 GMT -5
((yea, just jump right in! everyone is on the bridge right now ))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 18, 2016 0:05:47 GMT -5
(haha, alrighty xD imma just Sims place Two anywhere like--)
Two was leaning against the back wall of the bridge, watching everyone around the controls and vaguely tuning in to the conversation. He was mainly thinking about where they were going and what they were doing. And who they originally were. So...they were taking weapons to rebels? Was that right? Were they rebels too? He kept his head down, his blonde curly bangs in his face as he looked at the ground below. Not that he was paying attention to it, really. It was just the floor. But, it kept him from looking up and getting lost anywhere else, where everyone could see him completely zoned out of it. It made him feel vulnerable. And he still didn't completely trust these people yet, so he didn't want to appear vulnerable to them already. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to think of something. Anything. Memories, pictures, images of something. But nothing appeared. Just a longing feeling to hurry up and get the hell out of this damn spaceship. Or, at least, do something to help move them along. He felt useless just standing around like this. It was getting boring fast. And while everyone else was having a great time and bonding with one another, Two tended to stay to the side lines. Well, for now.
(the real Two *coughcoughMikelcough* is a ball of sunshine so this is like so awkward but he's too confused right now and full of angst to be himself poor dear)
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Post by dumple on Oct 18, 2016 0:26:01 GMT -5
((awww, poor baby...))
Six glanced back and forth between Three and Five, not even trying to hide the confused look on her face. Were they part of the rebel group too? No, they couldn't be, why would they be getting paid? But, maybe they weren't getting paid in actual money, but supplies instead. She rubbed her temples in a futile attempt to sort out her thoughts. Tilting her head back, she noticed Seven for the first time. He was so quiet... It took her a few seconds to recognize him, but quickly realized he was the one she had pulled a gun on. She was tempted to approach him and ask his opinion about all, but hesitated. Right now he probably only knew her as the person who threatened him, and might not react well to her coming towards him. She let out a frustrated huff and ran a hand through her hair. I should probably apologize for that... she thought to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 6:27:12 GMT -5
"I don't think we're one though," Five mused, peering at his toes with a sudden interest, "I mean, if we were part of a rebellion, why would we put ourselves into stasis for who knows how long? This thing's equipped with lightspeed, it probably wasn't going to be too long of a journey." It puzzled him, but he didn't have the answers, not yet. He knew that they couldn't tell whoever was coming for the weapons that they all had amnesia, but maybe they could at least provide names? He didn't have the slightest idea as to what his might be, but it definitely wasn't Five.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 18, 2016 12:29:48 GMT -5
I promise I'm gonna reply tonight lol
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Post by amberice on Oct 18, 2016 12:32:02 GMT -5
Three shrugged, plopping down in a chair, "It doesn't matter who we were to these guys, all that matters is we offload the guns, get paid in something a little less dangerous to be hauling, then we move on. They should be here in about a half hour. Perhaps arming ourselves from the armory would be a good idea? And I'll stay here while you guys go get ready, in case they contact us again?" She looked around to see if anyone would object.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 18, 2016 20:32:11 GMT -5
"But what if something happens...?" Two finally spoke up, looking up from the ground. He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, "What if all this is a trap? And, say we meet them and give them the guns. Then what? What do we do then?" His head was starting to hurt. He almost felt the impulse to sleep again. He hadn't fallen asleep since he woke up from that pod. He was tired, but he wanted to know what the hell was going on, "We just parade around like a crew in space? We don't even know each other."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 21:23:14 GMT -5
"If we can ask them for information, or poke around here for something, maybe we can!" Five replied to two, gesturing violently with one of his hands before seeming to shrink into himself again. Yeah, he was pissed off, sorry. He had no recollection of who he was, but a continuous sinking feeling that he was in what they called 'some deep sh*t,' and some of these guys were acting like they shouldn't go looking for answers. What were they so afraid of? Death, maybe. He wasn't. Maybe that was strange to them, but eh didn't care.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 18, 2016 21:33:14 GMT -5
Two looked away, crossing his arms again. That headache was starting to get louder in his ears, heavier in his mind. He sighed roughly, "I'm just saying, I think we need to be aware that we actually have NO idea of what we're doing out here. So, we found out we're distributing weapons to rebels. But, rebels of what? There's a damn war going on that we don't even know about, and we're helping them. Wonderful." He inhaled, trying to catch his breath, "I'm sorry...but I don't think this is a good idea. Though, they may have answers, so we have to at least try. I understand. We just need a plan or...something."
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Post by amberice on Oct 18, 2016 21:54:29 GMT -5
Three spun in the chair for a moment, listening to the two of them bicker. Both made good points. This very well could be a trap and they certainly lacked a lot of the information necessary to safely make a decision. But it wasn't like they had much of a choice either. This was their best bet for finding out more about who they were and what was going on. Planting her feet, she stopped spinning and waited a moment for her vision to return to normal before speaking up, "I don't think we have much of a choice. This is our best bet. However," she turned to look at Two, "If you'd like to take your share of the payment when we get paid and go your own way, I won't hold that against you. I for one am staying with the ship. I'd rather be oblivious and armed than oblivious and alone."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 18, 2016 22:26:56 GMT -5
"Fair enough..." Two muttered, but that suddenly made him feel cold inside. He may have only known these people for a day or so, but the thought of getting out, alone, made him feel...empty. He didn't want to feel empty. Before, the thought of leaving this hellhole was wonderful. It's not like he could care about any of these people, right? That's what he thought, anyway. But, even though he still hadn't known them long, the thought of leaving the ship now left a sour taste in his mouth. He grimaced and looked to the floor, "Though, you do have a point. I'll stay until we can find a reliable source of information. After that, I'll use that and decide what to do next."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 5:49:12 GMT -5
"I'm staying," Five informed after a moment, with a shrug, "unless I find out who the hell I am and find a ride to wherever the hell I'm supposed to be, I'm not leaving the only safe haven we've got." Now that would be stupid, and dangerous. Plus, his stuff was here, so. He figured he'd been on the ship for awhile, or he'd at least wanna find a way to transport his stuff.
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dumple
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Post by dumple on Oct 19, 2016 20:33:37 GMT -5
Six yawned and rubbed her eye. Maybe staying up all night wasn't such a good idea. She wasn't able to properly follow the conversation, having stopped listening after Three suggested getting weapons. Why was everyone still standing around? Every second they wasted talking here was another second they were unprepared and defenseless. "As interesting as that sounds," she grumbled, making her way to the door, "We're wasting time. Let's get weapons." She stated flatly, looking lazily over her shoulder at the others.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 19, 2016 21:25:22 GMT -5
Two looked down for another second, thinking about their conversation, then started heading over to where Six was at the door. "I agree. If we are meeting up with them, whoever they are and whatever they are fighting for as rebels, we need to also be protected. So, weapons will be good to have on us as well, just in case it's a trap." He nodded his head at Six. She appeared to be tired. He understood completely. He hoped that after this was over with, they could all go get more rest again.
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dumple
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Post by dumple on Oct 19, 2016 22:54:35 GMT -5
((this whole time i thought Two was Seven?? i have no idea why i got them mixed up...))
Six gave a lazy thumbs up to Two. At least someone was thinking logically. She waited a few more seconds, but it didn't look like anyone else was in a hurry to get to the armory. She glanced back to Two. "I guess they'll come when they're ready," she said with a slightly annoyed undertone. With a small huff, she turned on her heel and stalked off. To be honest, she didn't remember exactly where the armory as, but she knew it was in this direction, and she'd recognize it when she saw it. Hopefully.
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