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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 20:27:31 GMT -5
good evening my fellow weebs
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 24, 2016 20:30:51 GMT -5
( Evening! How are you? )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 20:34:27 GMT -5
i'm good!! wbu
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 20:55:27 GMT -5
heyo, lookit that Four! Awesome, a full crew once more. Everyone's currently chilling at the bridge discussing whether or not they're gonna blow some stuff up. I think, due to the nature of the rp, it'll just be better to work under the assumption that she's been with the crew the entire time. Is that alright?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 20:58:25 GMT -5
woot woot
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 20:59:10 GMT -5
((am not a weeb))
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 21:05:57 GMT -5
she's totally a weeb)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 21:16:54 GMT -5
ur da BIGGEST Weeb
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 21:20:23 GMT -5
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 21:24:02 GMT -5
(that's not helping your case bro)
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 21:32:54 GMT -5
((u be quiet and just reply. naughty children r excited about Murder Time™))
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 21:41:40 GMT -5
She slumped back in her chair, brow furrowing, "So, as best I can tell, this station is owned by Ferrous Corporation, one of those big crazy megacorps. This station is actively rebelling against the corporation, hence why they were receiving a shipment of guns. Gotta fight somehow and I'm getting the sense this station doesn't exactly have the best defensive capabilities. So Ferrous Corp sent us here to blow this place out of space," she paused for a moment, nearly laughing at her rhyme before realizing exactly what they were talking about and sobering up once more, "with a bomb that's somewhere on board and is currently counting down as we speak. So our options are limited. Either deliver the bomb and doom a whole bunch of strangers for money that we have no way to access, deliver the guns and ditch the bomb to give these people a fighting chance, or we can ditch the bomb, keep the guns, and sell them to the next trader we come across." She knew what she wanted to do. This whole business of murdering these people in cold blood didn't sit well with her. They could lie and figure out a way out of this. But she didn't want to destroy this station.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 21:56:37 GMT -5
"But if we defy that Ferrous Corporation, what will they do to us?" Five asked, cocking an eyebrow as he pressed the small of his back against one of the consoles. He cleared his throat then though, rubbing at his hair and clarifying, "Not that I want to blow this place up." Actually, he didn't care, but he didn't think it would sit too well with his new-old friends for them to know that about him. Murder didn't seem to bother Mr. Five, whatever his name was. Really, he just wanted to know who he was, and maybe the corporation that had hired them for this dastardly deed could help with that?
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 22:01:34 GMT -5
Six tapped the flat side of the blade against her cheek. "Drop the bomb," she said coldly. That's what they had been ordered to do, yeah? Plus, if the megacorp found out they hadn't done as they were told, they would just get another ship to annihilate the rebellion . Maybe in an even gruesomer way. A bomb would be somewhat quick, at least. Not to mention what would happen to their own crew. With no memory, they were at a huge disadvantage.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 24, 2016 22:35:53 GMT -5
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 22:38:36 GMT -5
why
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 24, 2016 22:53:00 GMT -5
i dont have a proper answer
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 22:56:42 GMT -5
then reply good child. join in the maybe murder
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 22:57:28 GMT -5
((Murder Time™))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 24, 2016 22:58:33 GMT -5
excuse u, android has a dutiful responsibility to keep the ship from exploding. murder isnt on his agenda. yet
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 23:00:52 GMT -5
((then we'll just have to kill android first))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 24, 2016 23:17:15 GMT -5
HE'S AN INNOCENT BOT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTYY
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 24, 2016 23:21:56 GMT -5
((he is guilty because i said so))
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 24, 2016 23:58:16 GMT -5
i want to reply but that means i have to read everything and think about how to fit characters into that and its just so much effort
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Post by amberice on Oct 24, 2016 23:59:28 GMT -5
(I will smack you)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 24, 2016 23:59:32 GMT -5
this is what we get for being irresponsible :c
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 25, 2016 0:19:49 GMT -5
One had accompanied the others to the armory, but hadn't grabbed herself anything. Still holding Three's gun from earlier, she turned it over in her hands, silently staring downwards. It felt... awkward in her hands. Too heavy, too... She bit her lip, brow furrowed. Now that she didn't feel any urgent need for it, all she wanted to do was rid herself of it. So when they had returned to the bridge, the first thing she did was shove the gun back into Three's holster, then stand back against a wall. She listened to the others, her stomach flipping at the thought of all those people dead. "What? How can you even think about dropping that bomb? We're not... we are not destroying that station." She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, intense gaze focused towards the ground.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 25, 2016 0:26:49 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. (heya, sorry. was quoting my post cause i wasn't sure if anyone saw it, lol. it was the last one on the last page, so...just gonna place it here.) Two frowned, "A bomb? Do we really want to do that, though?" So, what was the catch? Consequences. And a hell of a lot of 'em. "I don't see a reason to drop a bomb on them, out here. They're innocent until proven guilty. Unless we have a main reason to kill them, I don't see the point." Two sighed, running his fingers through his blonde hair, "We should just ditch the bomb. Do whatever with our weapons. We should probably ask those people what we're doing out here, and who we are exactly. They may have records... or be able to find records." He shrugged, crossing his arms again, "Unless they try to kill us. Then we can drop the bomb."
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 25, 2016 0:43:49 GMT -5
Six twirled the knife between her fingertips. "Don't let your heart cloud logical thinking," she warned. Leaning back on the counter, she turned to look at One, then Two, with a steeled gaze. "We ditch the bomb, give the rebels their guns, and go on our merry way. Then, Ferrous Corp finds out. They send another ship to destroy the port, and then, they come after us," Here, let out a heavy sigh. "As much as I hate to say it, with our memories gone, the only thing we can do is obey orders given to us. We're in no position to make our own decisions," She knew she was being cold hearted, but really, when it came down to it, the rebels would die either way. The crew should try to survive; They couldn't find any answers if they were wiped out by an angry Corp.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 25, 2016 0:46:40 GMT -5
[ HAVE MY HALF-ASSED REPLY Im sorry ok i jsut want to get back in the groove so i gotta squeeze my way in ]
"Who are we killing?" The android stepped onto the bridge, hands crossed over his chest as he observed the crew with a blank yet appraising look, as if he was asking a rhetorical question. Because Blue only vaguely knows what's going on, the android had been busy making sure the ship was still in working order from their most recent stop, as well as to help retrieve information. He knew some of the crew members had left, but had no true idea of their plans or intentions or much of what they'd discovered. With these unfamiliar people, it looked like it was going to be awhile until he could get used to their nuances, and be able to appropriately assist theirs and the ships needs. Stepping forward, he watched the crowd expectantly, tilting his head as he waited for an answer.
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