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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 13:21:09 GMT -5
Five, with a sigh, watched them go. And then, he shrugged his shoulders, and followed after. Arming himself couldn't hurt, right? He was pretty sure that he would feel better with a gun on him, as he had when he had Six's with him. So, he jogged a bit, and was soon behind Six and Two, hands in his pockets as he wordlessly trudged along.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 21, 2016 15:36:08 GMT -5
(haha, it's okay xD )
Two gave a small smile, nodding to Six, then followed her down the hallway. He watched the floor, however, as he walked along. He was thinking about himself. No, not in the conceited way, of course. More in the "who am I" kind of way. So far, things had been really strange. He'd been wary, concerned, and above all else, confused as hell. He was also...scared, though he wouldn't say that out loud. There was this strange tugging in his chest, something going against what he'd been holding back this whole time. He felt this warmth when around the others. Maybe that was the reason he wanted to not trust them? They made him feel funny. They made him want to be...happy. He didn't like that feeling, not right now. He didn't want to be "happy" like this. He wanted to move forward, find out who he was, go on his way to another life. Or, whatever life he could have after this was over with. (ughhhh Two's personality is all over the place he's so conflicted i mean... ;_; gomen ) It took Two a few minutes to realize Five was following them. He glanced back at the other man, slightly feeling guilty about earlier. He hadn't meant to sound rude to the others, to Five, but it was hard taking all this in, really. He nodded his head in Five's direction, letting him know he was being acknowledged.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 18:36:29 GMT -5
Five nodded back, flashing a tiny smile. "So, where is the armory?" he questioned, eyes flickering to Six's back, then down, and then to Two again. He hadn't been there yet. As far as he knew, Six was the only one that had, but she had apparently found some weapons, so he at least knew that he and the rest of them had kept it pretty well stocked. The ship, though not that big, was pretty well stocked with everything. They must've been on a long journey, but from where? Earth? He knew about Earth, a lot about it, but he didn't know if he lived there or if he had family there. Ah, yes, there was that word again. Family. The question of if he had one kept bugging him. He was old enough to be a dad, surely. Did he have a partner? A kid? The thought of that left a lump in his throat. He was almost afraid that the answer could've been yes.
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Post by dumple on Oct 21, 2016 19:26:48 GMT -5
Six jumped a bit at the sound of a voice behind her. She glanced around to see Five. She was too busy trying to recognize the door to the armory that she hadn't even heard him approach. "It's....farther ahead," she said slowly. There was no way she could tell him she forgot where it was. Her eyes flickered wildly from room to room; she knew she would recognize it immediately, seeing as she'd dented the handle while messing with it last time she was there. And she wasn't lying completely, it was further down, she just didn't know how far.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 20:14:54 GMT -5
"Did you forget where it was?" Five asked, not really sounding criticizing, just maybe a bit too amused by the fact that she might've not been able to remember where they were going. That was something he'd figured out about himself. He was kind of a jerk, and it was a natural thing. Rude things just sort of came from his mouth. That probably wasn't a good thing, but he couldn't control it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be like that, but if he was already like that... then what could he do?
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Post by dumple on Oct 21, 2016 20:42:19 GMT -5
"NO..." Six growled, hunching her shoulders in frustration. She knew it was around here. She muttered a string of curses under her breath. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she finally spotted what she'd been looking for. "It's there," she called, interrupting her 7th f-bomb. She grabbed the mauled handle and threw the door open, revealing shelves of weapons, just as she remembered. "See?" she said proudly, turning to give Five a triumphant smirk. That was WAY too close... she groaned internally.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 21:11:34 GMT -5
"Okay, okay, so you didn't forget," Five chuckled, holding his hands up as he slipped inside. She sure had a mouth on her, but he didn't mention it as he scanned the array of weapons. Prices and makes and models and firepower flashed before his eyes, but he said nothing as he surveyed what he could chose from. There were a lot, but his eyes settled on an Arch-48. It was a photon-blaster type gun, not very big, but a lot of kick. Fairly common. Most people carried them, either as permitted weapons, or in sleazy businesses. He headed over, took one from the display, flipped it around in his hands, and clipped it to his belt. Perfect.
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dumple
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Post by dumple on Oct 21, 2016 22:08:14 GMT -5
Six simply gave Five a halfhearted glare as he went by, before propping the door open for Two and anyone else who decided to stop by. She turned around just in time to see Five choose his gun. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and Six couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. He really seemed to know guns. To her, they were just 'small' or 'long'. Pushing the feeling out, she made her way down the array. She scanned the weapons, looking for something to bring back to One and Three. Her eyes stopped on a shotgun nearly as long as her arm. How had she missed that before? Eyes widened with excitement, she gently ran her fingers down the barrel. It was too big to carry around as a permanent weapon, but maybe keeping it around the Bridge would be a good idea. It would be a huge intimidation factor, especially if the people coming to pick up the cargo turned out to not be so friendly. She turned to ask Five his opinion, but stopped. If he thought it was useful, he'd say so when he found it. Glancing at it once more, she made her way over to the pistols and handguns.
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 21, 2016 23:29:06 GMT -5
( Is four still open? Because omg I just started watching the show and I'd love to make a character in this!!!! )
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Post by amberice on Oct 21, 2016 23:37:18 GMT -5
Three waited until those leaving had cleared the bridge before turning back around to look down at the comm screen. She navigated through the menu, finding her way to what she was looking for. A series of encoded transmissions, confirming her suspicions that this crew had a few tricks up its sleeve. Most were simply records that the transmissions had taken place, no messages were actually recorded, but what fascinated her were the last three, with a small note in the file containing the first transmission's information. It was short, the letters FC and a five-digit code. Taking a deep breath, Three glanced around, then decided to try something. She sent a message back to FC, short and simple. Arrived at station. Awaiting confirmation. Not one minute later, a short transmission came in and she felt her stomach twist, Blow those rebels sky high. Priming device now. Three hours. Leaning back in her chair, Three swore under her breath. She was suddenly wishing she hadn't done that, because now she had an unfortunate idea of exactly who they were.
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Post by amberice on Oct 21, 2016 23:47:42 GMT -5
(Four is indeed open)
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 21, 2016 23:49:35 GMT -5
( Fantastic! I'll fill out the form )
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Post by amberice on Oct 21, 2016 23:51:24 GMT -5
Sweet! XD)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 21, 2016 23:56:21 GMT -5
ALL THE CHAOS EMERALDS HAVE FINALLY ASSEMBLED
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 8:51:05 GMT -5
Five didn't say much as he made his rounds around the hold, occasionally brushing his fingers over a gun or picking it up to gingerly test the weight, before setting it back down in its proper spot. No, he didn't say anything until he'd gotten to the other side of the room, which was when he turned in Six's direction, calling, "We might want to arm ourselves at the bridge, don't you think? Just in case." Just in case anyone plowed their way up their, and they needed a last line of defense. The armory was much to far away for his comfort, to be honest, and he knew that they would all feel better with extra guns in arm's reach.
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Post by dumple on Oct 22, 2016 15:24:39 GMT -5
Six had picked out guns for the others back at the bridge. She had a total of four clipped to her belt now. Having loaded up on long-range weapons, she was now browsing the close range ones. She was testing the sharpness of a machete when Five called out. " I was just thinking the same thing," she answered, not bothering to look away from the blade. She was only satisfied when in drew a thin red line on the finger she'd just pressed against it, and stuck it in her pocket. Only then did she turn to answer Five properly. "I'll grab melees if you wanna be in charge of guns?" she suggested, gaze already darting to a solid black push dagger.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 17:13:57 GMT -5
"Yes ma'am," Five said with a cocky salute and an even cockier grin, turning back to the long range weapons behind him. His eyes grazed the shotgun she had been looking at for a moment, but he moved past it, onto the larger rack that wasn't so prominently displayed. From that he took one smaller rifle (small, but with a lot of firepower behind it), a larger rifle with a double barrel, and two guns that more fit their times, equipped with scopes and rechargeable. The first two guns he slung over his back by the straps. The latter two he just held, waiting for her to finish.
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Post by dumple on Oct 22, 2016 21:14:27 GMT -5
Six rolled her eyes at his comment, although the title was nice. Too bad he was being sarcastic. She returned her attention to the blades, snatching the push and a nearby Fixation Bowie. Clipping them to her belt, she quickly realized she was running out of room around her waist. Grumbling under her breath, she gathered up four more weapons and found fitting sheaths. She gathered them awkwardly in her arms (seeing as they weren't exactly small, some reaching a foot including the handle), and turned too Five. He was already done, and seemed to be waiting for her. That irritated her for some weird reason. "Alright, let's go," she ordered, brushing past him and heading to the door.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 22:41:40 GMT -5
"Yes ma'am," he said again, a bit more exuberantly this time, as he spun on his heels and followed out after her, footfalls heavy on the metal flooring with the weight of the newly gathered weapons on his shoulders. He soon caught up to Six, smiling cheerily (like an idiot) as he clomped along. Did guns make him giddy? No, not really the guns themselves, but knowing a lot about something was nice. For awhile, he'd been operating under the notion that he was just a bit stupid. He had trouble reading, almost no books in his room, and couldn't read that damn starmap, but he could price and name every bit of tech in this place, so he couldn't be that dumb, right?
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Post by dumple on Oct 22, 2016 23:00:59 GMT -5
Six watched Five out of the corner of her eye. He looked so happy. For a split second she thought about making a comment on his behavior, but quickly changed her mind. That would just be mean. Plus, it reminded her of how excited she was when she'd found that book in her room. She allowed the faintest smile to show on her face, then hid it by pretending to adjust the knives in her arms. It was much easier going back to the bridge, and soon she could see the buzz of the control panel. I wonder if they found anything else out. She mused while stepping back into the room.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 23:10:37 GMT -5
Five didn't catch it. He kept his eyes forward, heading into the bridge's door just as Six did, and glancing about. Not much had changed, apparently, but it wasn't a bad thing per say that no one had raided them and blown off the bay windows in the ten minutes that they'd been gone. "Got some stuff for the bridge," he announced gruffly, trying to tone down the smiles as he headed for one of the corners of the room and began to carefully place his guns down.
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Post by amberice on Oct 23, 2016 19:32:38 GMT -5
Three spun in her chair, looking over the haul, "Sweet." Pushing herself to her feet, she took a deep breath, then turned to face the group, "Sooooo I may have done something while you were gone. And it may have been a good thing. Because I think we now know why we're here. It's just also.. not a good thing. Because we're here to kill some people. And by some I mean all of them."
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THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 23, 2016 19:58:50 GMT -5
Six dumped the weapons on an empty tabletop as Three spoke. At the mention of killing people, her head whipped around. That wasn't something she was expecting to hear. There were no feelings of hesitation or anguish over this information, in fact, she felt almost... excited? Well, that was unsettling. Turning over a knife in her hand, her eye glinting just as coldly as the blade, she tried to suppress the tremble in her voice. "So by 'all', you mean everyone down on the port, right? We're here to destroy it?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 20:07:16 GMT -5
"Huh," Five said, turning. It wasn't a confused huh. It was just... it was accepting. It made sense, and the next thing to come from his mouth was, "What we going to do that with? TNT?" Even that shocked him, and he paused, rubbing his lips together. TNT. He'd said that so calmly, and even as he pondered it, well, it didn't per say bother him. What were they? No normal guy was going to be, dare he say, excited about murder.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 23, 2016 20:45:57 GMT -5
WHY DONT YOU EVER YELL AT ME TO REPLY
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Post by amberice on Oct 23, 2016 21:32:30 GMT -5
(because I don't want to inconvenience you m'dear)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 23, 2016 21:45:20 GMT -5
I'm literally doing nothing ever that you could even inconvenience just yell at me
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Post by amberice on Oct 23, 2016 22:01:09 GMT -5
(But I always feel bad. Oops. )
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 24, 2016 15:58:56 GMT -5
(I'm back... ;; so sorry. just been exhausted from work non stop and school stuff and blah... i'll reply right away!)
Two nodded his appreciation for Six propping the door open for him. To be honest, he almost thought Six had gotten them lost. They'd already been lost before. Well, him and Seven had almost gotten lost. That was another story, though. Walking into the room, he laid eyes upon all the weapons. He eyed the swords, the knives, all the physical weapons and cringed. Something resonated with him with those...he wasn't sure what it was, though. A small butterfly knife caught his eye, however, and he picked it up, examining it. It was decorated in black swirls on the outside, and the blade on the inside was pristine and polished. It was...really beautiful. He slipped the knife in his belt and continued on. Then, he saw another weapon that spoke to him. It was two small pistols. One for each hand. And they were crisp and styled, almost to the point Two thought the part where he held it was made from leather. He picked them up and sized them. They fit perfectly in his hands. He smiled, placing the two of them in his belt, opting to place his butterfly knife in his pocket. After examining the rest of the room, he tuned into Six and Five's conversation. He gathered up some more gear and went with them back outside, heading down to the main bridge. Once inside, he set the other guns and blades down for the others. He leaned back against the wall again, examining his butterfly knife closely while the others talked. Though, when he heard the words that come from Three's mouth, he stopped. Kill someone? What? "Wait...so we have to kill them?" He asked, with a scowl, "Why? What did they do to us?" His last question was not one of sarcasm or of surprise. It was mere curiosity. He felt that it was needed to have a reason to kill them. He didn't know that reason. But, if it was good enough, of course. He'd be game. Though, the thought of killing them and they actually being of use to them or just normal people in society, it made his skin crawl. They needed to have done something. A good reason. His hands began to itch again and he scratched at the palm of one, his eyebrows scrunched up. He didn't notice that his hand was going to bleed, or that he was even scratching at it. His eyes were on the others and on Three.
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 24, 2016 20:13:50 GMT -5
4 | She/Her | Four stands at a lithe 5'10" with eyes as dark as her mother's, a deep hazel near brown that in certain lights flares bright with green. She is a mixture of Earth heritage, African-American and Japanese, her mother the first and her father the other. She is made of agile muscle,not soft but always coiled and ready to fight. She has dark hair, flat but thick, and skin that is neither dark nor pale. Instead, she has skin like the color caramel and a smile that is never quite to her serious eyes. She is flat-chested, flat-bellied, a wall meant to move fast and in strange spaces despite her height. Previously known as Junko Hisakawa-Walker to no one alive, also known as alias Jun Hollis or more often by just June. Jun was a brilliant botanist—as well as an incredible mercenary. She worked well with plants, especially the deadly kind, so after the murder of her parents while she was in graduate school at one of the most renowned schools for natural sciences around the galaxies, she decided she had found her purpose. She vanished from the memory of those who had known her, and used her deadly plants as part of her jobs. Usually, they were used to simulate natural death and were nigh untraceable—except for the tiniest pinhole from the syringe or the dart that had delivered the killing agent. She became highly sought after for her skillset, and the more jobs she took, the more she seemed to suit the work. She did like her privacy though and remained unknown to all but her landlord as she cultivated her plants in peace between jobs. Her plants were not only useful as her own weapons however, but on occasion she would sell the agents to those willing to pay, and so became a unique smuggler as well. She never quite forgot her purpose though, to find the murderers of her parents. Nor did she forget how to wield daggers like her mother did, a former mercenary herself—which June did not find out till much later. ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂
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