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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 25, 2016 0:51:28 GMT -5
i feel you fam lol
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Post by The Blue Adept on Oct 25, 2016 0:57:06 GMT -5
we got this bro, we're in this together
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 5:47:18 GMT -5
"If we don't bomb them, we're gonna get killed," Five said bluntly enough, raising a dark brow and looking around at everyone. To him, it was common sense. He certainly didn't want to die before he found out who he was because he was a ***** about taking care of a bunch of rebels. It wasn't like any one of them had to actually watch. He didn't get why some of them were so put off by the idea.
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Post by amberice on Oct 25, 2016 9:37:28 GMT -5
Three shook her head, glancing over at One for backup. "We don't know that. We can say the bomb malfunctioned or something went wrong trying to deliver it and we had to leave. But we have no reason to hurt these people, they've done nothing to us." Standing up, she waved Android into the room, "We're not killing anyone. But these two want to deliver a bomb from strangers to strangers with no knowledge of the full situation or even if we're going to get anything out of it. Not worth it in my opinion."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 16:58:18 GMT -5
"I never said I want to deliver it!" Five barked, throwing his arms out a bit in anger. He didn't want to bomb this place. There were kids here, even, but he also held his own life over the lives of everyone here, and the people on this ship too, even Three, as she actively disagreed with him and Six to make things harder for all of them. "But, if we don't, they aren't going to be understanding and say 'try again next time,' Three."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 25, 2016 23:57:19 GMT -5
"Ugh..." Two began to rub his temples, a sharp pain interrupting his thought processes. It was beginning to be too much. It was be killed...or kill those in the process. They had a huge bomb on board with them. They had to do something with it. They had to do something, obviously, but it was too difficult... Did Two really want to lose his life over others he didn't even know...? Over strangers, innocent ones, kids and families and mothers and...fathers... "I'm gonna...go lay down..." Two muttered, eyes down, turning towards the entrance to the bridge. All the swirling thoughts running through his mind was too disturbing, too anticipating, too...anxious. He was afraid to know why.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 26, 2016 22:18:40 GMT -5
One, still looking sympathetic as ever, watched Two go with concern glowing in her eyes, along with a multitude of other emotions. She knew whatever this Corporation was could kill them all if they didn't deliver the bomb. Then they'd probably also kill off the station anyways... "I'm not going to kill all those innocent people. I won't be a part of that. What benefit does that have, huh? We get to live a day longer? If we were doing this job before the stasis, that means we're probably mercenaries. Criminals. How much longer you think it'd take us to get hunted by someone else? What if we..." she paused. This was going to sound absolutely insane to them. She glanced towards Three, hoping she might understand her train of thought. "What if we stayed. Delivered the weapons. Fought against this Ferrous Corporation?"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 26, 2016 23:53:34 GMT -5
Two stayed long enough to hear One's last words with Three and rest of the crew, his hand place on the wall. He huffed, finally leaving, his head pounding and body aching. He was feeling something similar to lag...or, what he assumed lag was. As if he'd been on this thing forever. Just...in stasis. Forever. They could have been. Though, now they had a purpose. Well, they had always had some purpose. Would they complete their goal? Or rewrite it? "I don't care..." Two knew he did absolutely care. He didn't want to kill those that were innocent. He wanted to kill the ones who were tearing families apart, taking lives and loved ones away from others. He did NOT take that idea well, at all. "...they're cowards...all of them..." He found an empty sleeping quarters and practically crashed onto the bed, laying his face down into the pillow. It was stiff and barely comfortable, but it easily started to put Two's mind at ease. He breathed in the cool and dull scent, thinking of...well, whatever he could.
(so...i finished the first episode of Dark Matter. ;-; i'm already hooked)
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Post by amberice on Oct 27, 2016 0:01:49 GMT -5
Three nodded to One, relieved that she had some backup in this. Two had apparently checked out of this entirely and Seven and Four were off who knows where. The four of them had to reach a consensus. She glanced down at the clock, figuring they had just over two hours before the bomb went off. Two hours to decide on a plan. It didn't seem like a lot of time when there was such a violent deadline. Swallowing, she looked down at her hands, fingers twisting in her lap, "We don't know for certain what will happen no matter which route we take. I'd rather not destroy the station. We can sell the guns for a nice profit, leave whatever's going on here behind."
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 27, 2016 0:44:21 GMT -5
One shook her head. Evidently, her point was lost. "That's not what I meant. I say we blow Ferrous Corp out of the sky. Think about it. Whoever we are, doesn't affect us right now. We can decide to be the heroes, or the villains." She gestured to Three, "Or a bystander. But if we helped the station fight? We'd have some time to find out who we are, without being scared of some big, guns a-blazin', corporation keeping us caged. We could scare people off, even for just a short amount of time." She sounded so hopeful of this idea. "Please... if we leave these people, I get a feeling that who or what ever Ferrous is, they can easily level this place themselves. We won't be changing anything; we'll still be responsible for their deaths."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 5:52:13 GMT -5
"We can't do that!" Five exclaimed, like if was obvious, which to him it most definitely was, "we don't even know what we are to the Ferrous Coorporation. We don't know who we are, and we don't know anything about this station. We have nothing concrete to go on for any of this!" It kind of scared him that he was so for blowing this place skyhigh, but at the same time, he just felt as though he was definitely right. It had to be done. He didn't know why, no, but something in him told him to keep on arguing with these guys that he had just met. Well, kind of.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 27, 2016 9:53:31 GMT -5
Six rubbed at her forehead with her free hand. She was visibly becoming more and more frustrated. Why couldn't One and Three see this was the right thing to do? Well, not morally right, but everything else right. "You're contradicting yourself, One," she growled. "Siding with the rebels to fight against Ferrous would be us deciding to be heroes. At least to the rebels. To Ferrous, we'd just be another part of the rebellion that needs to be destroyed. Really, it's a lose-lose, pick your poison sort of thing. As for fighting Ferrous..."-she took a breath and leaned away from the counter-"...That is the most asinine thing I have ever heard. You want seven people- who don't even know their names- and a malfunctioning android to take on a Megacorp? Do you even know what that is?" Her voice had been growing in volume and intensity, and at this point she was almost yelling. She jabbed a finger towards the window. "Those idiots sealed their fate the second they chose to raise arms against Ferrous. No matter what we do, they're dead. The best course of action we can take is to obey FC. If they hired us, they probably know who we are. This is our best chance of finding a lead." She stepped towards One and Three, fists clenched and glaring dangerously. "And if you can't see that, I will beat some sense into you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 18:36:03 GMT -5
"Exactly!" Five basically spat out, gesturing at Six and crossing his arms tightly over his chest again. If they went up against this thing, they were gonna get killed either way, and so was the base. There were so few of them and a Megacorp? They were everywhere, and they were huge. Screw who they might've been, Five knew that he wasn't going to risk his life for these people on this base. How many could there be anyways? It wasn't that big. And, surely, it was going to be decimated either way, so did it really matter? Well, of course it was going to weigh on his conscious, but did it matter who destroyed it?
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Post by amberice on Oct 27, 2016 18:55:51 GMT -5
Three slowly stood, jaw clenching, "I don't care about some bloody corporation. If they were so big and powerful, why would they hire us to go handle this in such a roundabout way instead of sending their biggest ship to blast a hole into the bloody thing. They can't possibly be so nasty if they needed us. And we can lie, say the bomb never went off or it didn't work or something. We can buy these people time without incriminating ourselves." She took a step closer to One, arms hanging at her side and fingers inches from her pistol. She had no intention of getting violent, but if Six started something, Three wasn't going to just give in. "And what do you think Ferrous would do if we told them what had happened? We're sitting ducks, the easiest possible scape-goats that have ever existed. I don't think that any option is going to lead to us doing well for ourselves, but I only see one that guarantees us that we'll have some time to figure this all out without a corporation trying to sell us out or control our every move. I'm not a slave and I have no intention of giving up whatever little freedom we have to them."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 19:32:10 GMT -5
Five clenched his jaw, veins in his forehead popping ever so slightly as he shook his head, air blowing out of his nostrils. "We were slaves before we even knew what we were doing!" he snapped, slapping at the side of the console with a metallic clang as he said, "we're slaves to what's on the hard drives of this ship, to where this ship tells us to go and what it tells us about ourselves, and what's it doing right now? It's telling us we were going to go and kill these people in the first place anyways! Those coordinates wouldn't have been in there if we hadn't been planning on it, so don't you all pretend like you're so virtuous for not doing it now that you're missing all of your memories!"
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 27, 2016 19:44:04 GMT -5
One watched Three, Six and Five with wide eyes. Considering her own evident lack of fighting spirit, she doubted they planned on doing anything more than threaten her, but she was admittedly concerned about Three's health. It made perfect sense that Six and Five wanted to deliver the bomb. She understood their view. Liking it was entirely different. She couldn't understand why they would want to do it, if there were other, possibly even more useful, routes to take. A pout of a frown on her lips, One placed a hand on Three's arm, as if silently begging her not to pull out that gun. They didn't need to have any shooting, even if they disagreed. "That's exactly the problem. We don't have our memories. We don't know who we are. We can only assume. Or choose. We can choose to be someone. Do you really want to choose to kill off all those people? And if we do, I doubt that corporation is just going to leave us alone. And what will they do once they find out what happened to us? You think they're going to be nice about it? 'Gee, sorry you're entire life is practically nonexistent now, maybe you need some counseling?' If we fight back, maybe we can scare them enough to leave us alone, at least long enough to figure out some kind of plan."
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 27, 2016 20:01:10 GMT -5
"They hired us to show their power," Six snapped, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "They're not gonna waste their time and resources on this pathetic post. And it keeps their hands clean of any bloodshed," A very nice plan, she had to admit. Her eyes flickered to Three's hand, ready to grab her pistol. She could tell Three wasn't going to budge, and neither was she. Unstoppable force vs Immovable object, words from the book she had read popped into her head. She pushed them out while lowering her clenched fists, attempting to relax a bit. It didn't work. "We're obviously not gonna get anywhere like this," she sneered. Not with you being so f**king pigheaded. she added quietly. "You said someone is coming to get the guns outta cargo, yeah? Let's just talk to them and see if they can fill us in on any vital details we're missing," That was the most she was going to give. If Three didn't like that idea, she could *The rest of this sentence is not appropriate for mortal ears*.
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Post by amberice on Oct 27, 2016 20:31:47 GMT -5
Three glared at Five, snorting in annoyance, "So you always do as you're told? I'm not going to let someone else dictate what I'm going to do, I'm surprised you're so ready to just go with whatever we're being told, regardless of whether we can verify it or not." Three was not drunk enough for this conversation, she got the feeling it would be far less painful if she weren't sober. "Besides, I don't remember wanting to kill these people or what we've possibly been offered that makes this okay. So unless you've suddenly remembered why we wanted to do this, saying it was all part of an ongoing plan that we all agreed to do is just plain dumb. Because none of us know! At all!" Nearly ready to just shoot the ceiling to make a point, she felt a light touch on her arm and she glanced quickly to the side, locking eyes with One for a moment. Taking a long, slow breath, she relaxed and nodded in agreement with One's statements. There was certainly no easy solution here, but finally Six said something rational and Three hesitated, then nodded, "You're right. They should be here in..." she turned around and pulled up the clock, "Less than ten minutes. So we chat them up, figure out what's going on, actually find the bloody bomb before it can explode with us still carrying it, then gather back here to make a final decision. And find Seven and Four and Two as well, so everyone gets a say." Because there was no way they'd get out of this stalemate with just the four of them. If it came to a vote, they'd need at least one more person to break this tie. Preferably someone at least partially sane.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 20:38:17 GMT -5
Five took a long breath, teeth grinding as he glanced around him, and then shook his head with a mumble. Fine, damnit. He didn't want to meet with anyone right now, for fear he'd take a fist to their face, but he knew that they might be able to get some answers if they did give these guys their guns. He knew that they were gonna revisit this topic though, and quickly. That made him cringe, but he said nothing as he turned and walked out the door directly behind him, mostly to cool down from their little spat. His fist hurt from where he'd smashed it into the console.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 27, 2016 21:09:27 GMT -5
With things finally being diffused, at least for a short amount of time, One let out a heavy sigh, her body relaxing. She crossed her arms loosely over chest, turning to face Three, who was the only person who even mildly agreed with her on this. "Three," she drawled in an anxious tone, "I... I really do not want to kill those people. They haven't done anything to us. Why would we just... bomb them?" It was an active effort she made not to lay her head on Three's shoulder. Her instincts to seek contact were very frustrating amongst people who whip out a gun at the slightest breeze.
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dumple
THE FUTURE HOLDS A LARGE REPTILE
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Post by dumple on Oct 27, 2016 21:22:10 GMT -5
Six let out a pained sigh. Her head was throbbing. At least they could somewhat agree on one thing. Six felt that if one more minute had gone by filled with arguing she would've snapped. She looked down at her still trembling hands, one still tightly gripping the knife. "I'll go look for the others," she mumbled, quickly turning on her heel and stepping out. How had they gone from a group hug to a near brawl in such a short time? Emotions swirled around in her head, and she was only somewhat surprised that empathy wasn't one of them. Frustration, confusion, fear, anxiety, rage; Those were all present, but nothing for the people who she was just arguing to kill. Pushing her apathetic thoughts away, she let out a huff and headed towards the living quarters. Two had gone that way, she was pretty sure. If not, maybe Seven or Four were in their rooms.
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Post by amberice on Oct 27, 2016 21:38:48 GMT -5
"I know." Three turned to face her, leaning back against one of the consoles and letting her shoulders slump. She hated that they'd been forced into this situation, it was just so incredibly hard. She really understood where Five and Six were coming from, it was the far easier solution to the problem. But it wasn't one she wanted to live with, especially since they had so few memories. She didn't want to define the rest of her life by this one instance, not when they could do better. "We have to try and convince them. I'm just worried about what they might do if they don't get their way." It was a tough thing to say, but everyone had gotten intense just then and the possibility of violence breaking out was a very real one.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 27, 2016 22:35:57 GMT -5
One stepped over to stand beside her, a sullen expression on her face. With a tilt of her head, she recited in an equally hollow tone, "'A revolution is not a bed of roses. A revolution is a struggle between the future and the past.'" She paused for a moment, then continued, "I feel bad because I see why they want to do it. It would make our lives so easy. But the idea that we'd have to live with that? Even if we get our memories back, what if we're not as bad as Five seems to think we are? I don't know, I can't put it quite right." Despite her apparent love of eloquent speeches and poetry, inherent enough within her to transcend the memory wipe, she wasn't so good at it herself. Her lips pressed into a thin line, then she gestured towards Three's holster. "Well, I'm sure you'll be fine. Plus, you don't think they would actually kill us, right?"
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Post by amberice on Oct 27, 2016 22:49:00 GMT -5
Three thought on this for a moment, looking down to study the metal floor and run the toe of her shoe over the small ridges on the surface. She rolled it around in her mind for a second, then gave a half-hearted smile, "Very true, I guess. I guess this memory wipe is our revolution. We can choose to follow the path of our previous selves or try something new. Either way, it's gonna suck." She slowly leaned into One's side, letting her head brush One's shoulder as she felt herself relax. There was something about the warmth of another person that she couldn't help but crave, and the relief it brought was exactly what she needed. She chalked it up to the circumstances, sighing, "At least we're not alone." She wouldn't have known what to do if she woke up alone, drifting through space.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 27, 2016 23:18:39 GMT -5
One laughed softly, so as to not disturb Three. She felt this was a rare and precious commodity, this touch. She didn't want to ruin it for the captain. "Yeah. Strength in numbers and all that. Quite literally, in this case." One wanted to know her past just as much as the rest of them, but she also feared what that might mean. What if she really was a mercenary? Someone who killed people for money? "It might not be the best circumstance, but it's not everyday you get a second chance at life."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 28, 2016 0:04:35 GMT -5
Two had laid on his bed for so long, it felt like an eternity before he finally just sat up and scratched at his face in frustration. He couldn't sleep, even if he was sooo tired... All he could think about were the bodies of those innocent people after their bomb blew them to smithereens. He huffed and stood to his feet, placing on a pair of fingerless gloves he found in the drawer next to the bed, and headed out of the room. Why stay when he wasn't getting any sleep, anyway? He might as well explore the rest of the ship if they couldn't agree on anything, and he couldn't' sleep. There wasn't like there was anything else fun to do, anyway. So, he did explore. After finding a room for pilot control, and another room where showers were located, he came across a large room full of...blades. Large, small, sharp, dull, decorated, plain. All blades and swords of some kind. Going farther inside the room, he grasped on of the long swords in his hands. It was a katana. He lashed out and swiped it in the air, trying it out. It was strange, how he knew this. But, he didn't stop. He breathed in slowly, moving this way and that, swinging the katana this way and that way, hitting the dummies in the room in the chest or head with each strike. In the end, one dummy had been decapitated while the other had cotton pouring out of it's stomach. Two snorted and placed the katana down on the table, leaving the room with his hands in his suit's pockets.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 15:13:31 GMT -5
school has drained me of like my soul and my muse for all rps
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Post by ☆•–– ƒ. ѕcσтт ƒιтzgєяαℓ∂ on Oct 28, 2016 18:08:27 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?) ( Fine by me! Apologies, I've been in class and studying haha ^^; Is this still current? Nothing really happening yet? )
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Post by amberice on Oct 28, 2016 18:11:04 GMT -5
(they've split up, deciding to shelve their decision until they have more information. Three and One are still at the bridge, Six has gone off in search of Four, Seven, and Two, Two's playing with some weapons, and Five is walking the halls. They're going to be offloading some cargo in a little bit)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Oct 28, 2016 21:07:03 GMT -5
I should put Seven somewhere huh
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