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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 7, 2016 19:28:49 GMT -5
Party Poison shrugged, looking around some more at the room. "We were on Route Guano dusting some Dracs when they came barging in, ghosting a lot of them in the process. Stopped by and asked what they were doing out on the Zones, and well, now we're here." Poison said, not making direct eye contact as he said that, his eyes obviously too preoccupied with what was around him. Crazy what could happen in a few hours.
(Agh it's short I know I'm kinda caught up with something atm)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 19:35:55 GMT -5
"I mean no offense, but I did not understand a word of that," The General stated simply, sighing as The Doctor threw his feet up on the table, brushing them roughly off with her hand, "will you get going? We have a meeting in here in thirty spans, and I have to moderate in your place!" The Doctor rolled his eyes, bopping her nose with the keycard and then teasing, "Yes, boss. I'll be going." And he swung his feet off of the table, standing up and beckoning for them to follow again, "Come on, we'll get you your guns in no time at all."
[[ it's okay! ]]
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 7, 2016 20:07:28 GMT -5
"None taken." Party Poison said as the Killjoys followed the Doctor to wherever he was going. Zone slang was like an entire language once you got down into the nitty-gritty of it all, literally he could speak it to anyone not from the desert of Old California and they would not get anything. And then he'd speak it to a fellow Zonerunner and unless they were new, they'd get it in an instant. It was an interesting thing, what the rebels have created in their years on the scorching desert.
Kobra Kid had seemed to have eased off, gripping Jet Star's arm less tightly. Which was goood, Jet had lost circulation in his arm because the nervous one had gripped it with a crushing grasp. Jet just smiled and patted Kobra's helmet, making his peers upwards at Jet before looking back at the Doctor as they followed him to wherever he may go.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 20:18:54 GMT -5
"Bye, General!" The Doctor yelled over his shoulder. She raised one hand in farewell, calling, "Hope to see you actually doing your job soon, Doctor!" "That'll be the day!" he yelled as they were all through the door, and it slid closed behind them. They were in a long hall, also virtually devoid of people. He whistled loudly as he began down it, hands in his pockets with the keycard. "After the war they put all of the surviving things from destroyed houses and MIAs in storage. Also, war criminals, but I was cleared of that, if it makes you feel better."
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 7, 2016 21:32:30 GMT -5
They quickly followed him down the long hall, Fun Ghoul throwing one last glance at the General, just to make sure she didn't follow or something along those lines. It was more of a habit than anything, having being able to not trust anyone on the Zones certain habits and ticks did grow on you.
"What weapons are here?" Jet Star spoke up, looking around at everything, making sure Kobra Kid was fine. He wondered how good these weapons would be cool, efficient, deadly, and paint-able. One of the defining features of the rebel's weapons is their bright paint and strong lettering and drawings, which did grow to be important later on in a Zonerunner's life.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 15:25:19 GMT -5
"Any of the weapons that my friends and I use, probably some ones that I shouldn't give you. An old friend of mine was a weapons designer. I got to get ahold of a lot of their stuff," The Doctor informed, finally stopping at one of the panel doors. He typed into the keypad, apparently able to easily read the fancy scrawl, circular as he went through whatever process this was, and finally swiped his card. The door slid open with a swoosh, and they stepped into a room that was definitely bigger on the inside. Boxes were piled, along with bigger furniture, and other oddities here and there It was... it was definitely a messy looking room. "How do you know where anything in here is?" Clara mumbled as she picked up an old looking guitar, which he snatched out of her hand and put it back down. "I inventoried it. Come on, let's go," and with that, he started down the row in between two of the towers of boxes, hands in his pockets once more.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 8, 2016 16:52:32 GMT -5
Both Jet Star and Fun Ghoul curiously eyed the old guitar, memories rushing back to them of Before when they both played some mean guitar. Even Kobra Kid saw some brief interest in it, before he remembered that he did prefer the lower sounding cousin, the bass. Jet's hands ached to go out and grab it, and even if the strings were old or put of tune, he wouldn't care. He missed having a guitar so much he would just be happy plucking a damn string on it and creating some kind of note. But alas, they both were apparently not allowed to touch anything (judging by the way the Doctor almost swatted the guitar out of Clara's hand) which was a little disappointing but hey, the guitar could be some kind of bomb. Or gun. Or any other weapon that is very dangerous.
Party Poison caught sight of what seemed like a microphone on top of some boxes and other crap, and he bit his lip harsh as he made himself not go and get it. From what he remembered, as he had not done it in a while, he was told he was a damn good singer. But again, he thought the worst and assumed it was some of kind havoc-wreaking device that no human should ever lay their hands on.
"How do you get all of this stuff in here?" To try and divert his attention away from the microphone, Poison asked a quick question as he ripped his eyes away from the thing. There was so much stuff, it was almost overwhelming.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 17:01:52 GMT -5
"Teleports, mostly," The Doctor replied with a small shrug, "some of it was already in here when I left, but teleports." They passed yet another guitar, and Clara picked this one up too. The Doctor just sighed, snatching it from her, but walking with it, holding it and picking a few notes of some random song out before slinging it over his shoulder, careful not to whack anyone with it. "Lot of it isn't even mine. My wife's, my kids', grandkids'..." He was the sole recipient of it now, other than Brax, but Brax was only a half brother, so he didn't really have enough relation to get anything.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 8, 2016 23:16:10 GMT -5
"Weird..." Party Poison whispered, curious hazel eyes darting around the strange room. He had never been in a place that had this much stuff in it, and I mean, the Diner was it's fair share of messy. Random stuff from raids, stolen from other rebels and BLI, and all sorts of junk found out in the Zones. Dr. Death Defying, in his radio room, had walls of vinyl covers and the vinyl itself, and other crazy artwork and things. But nothing came close to the sheer amount of stuff that was all piled into this room, seemingly an impossible feat.
Fun Ghoul stared intently at the instrument as they passed another guitar. Got a lot of guitars in here... he thought, biting his lip harshly. "May I?" Ghoul said, looking over at the Doctor as he stopped by the guitar, oblivious to the jealous look he was getting from Jet Star.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 5:00:53 GMT -5
The Doctor slung it back over his own shoulder, and held it out to Fun Ghoul. "Be my guest. Keep it, if you want. I've got too many of them anyways," he said with a nonchalant shrug. He probably had at least thirty guitars strewn over the TARDIS. Besides, he preferred electric. Acoustics were nice and all, but eh. They were just okay. Besides, this one, though still in tune (he'd probably tuned it last time he was in here and forgotten) was old. As old if not older than him.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 9, 2016 16:56:45 GMT -5
Fun Ghoul smiled widely as his smaller, rougher-looking hands curled around and grabbed the guitar out of the older man's, smiling even wider as he dug around in the surrounding things for a decent pick. He found a bit of harder plastic that could be fashioned into a makeshift pick for now at least, and held the guitar in the best way possible just standing up. He quickly made sure it was in tune, and to his pleasant surprise, it was. "Damn..." He said, his roughed fingers feeling stiffer and less loose than they were all those years ago. "I'm rusty..." Ghoul said, grimacing slightly as he brushed his fingers over the strings and made a weird note. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, remembering a song he had come up a very long time ago. It didn't sound like much on its own, but paired with piano and some random melodies hummed by himself or a singer it could set a totally different mood. He smiled as the chords came back to him, allowing him to play easily and with almost grace. Sure, it wasn't his usual bouncing around, headbanging and being a nuisance on stage (at least, that's what he told himself), but he still played the same.
(See: The End by My Chemical Romance)
(That's the song he's playing btw)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 17:39:39 GMT -5
"That's nice," Clara mused as they rounded another corner, "what is it?" The Doctor 'wrote' stuff all the time, but he never got to the words part before he moved onto yet another song of his. She thought it was good, that this regeneration knew how to play guitar. He was, of at least she thought, and she had no problem with it, but a bit autistic. It got him out and talking to people, either who liked his playing or played themselves, and it made him positively light up. She didn't play anything her self, !$4 she'd always appreciated people who could. It was amazing to her.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 9, 2016 17:58:35 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Fun Ghoul said, smiling at Clara, still oblivious to the envious look he was still getting from Jet Star, who's hands were itching to snatched that thing right out of his friend's hands. Not in too mean of a way, of course, just.. in a way. "I'm not too sure what it's called, it's just a little something I came up with a long time ago." Ghoul said, finally noticing the mean look he was getting from Jet, even through his helmet, and chuckled a little bit and handed the guitar towards Jet. "I know you used to shred much better than me, so, take it." Ghoul said, Jet actually smiling and taking the guitar from his friend's hands. Kobra Kid politely stepped away from Jet, albeit reluctantly, as Jet sized up the guitar and started to pluck a little at the strings.
"I can't shred no more!" Jet said with a laugh, earning a snort from Party Poison and a chuckle from Ghoul. He as well, felt his fingers were not as flexible and loose as they were several years ago. Which was understandable.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 21:45:43 GMT -5
"Just gotta practice," The Doctor said softly, finally rounding another corner and coming to a whole array of guns, all neatly place on the wall. A lot of them, like The Doctor had said, were like the ones he and his friends had. Some were bigger, some were smaller, but there were more than a dozen of them in total. "Okay, so, here we are," The Doctor said, glancing over at them, "no touching. Yet. How many do you think you need?" Probably one for each, and maybe some for their friends? He didn't mind. He didn't have much use for all of them anyways. It wasn't like he was a fighter anymore, except for on Earth, and that was only when he had to be.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 9, 2016 22:24:35 GMT -5
Jet Star set the guitar down on a couple of boxes as the group continued onward with their journey, all their eyes widening as they gazed upon the weapons. Party Poison just wanted to take them all and head into Battery City, but he knew that was a bad idea for very obvious reasons. Although he did feel the urge to, he would never in his life want to really, seriously go back there. If there was a Hell, Battery City was it. He shivered slightly at the thought, giving it no more attention as he focused on the weapons.
"We need five." Kobra Kid suddenly spoke up, earning a surprised glance from Poison. Kobra shrugged as he looked back at his brother. "What? One for each of us, and an extra for Grace. The rest aren't huge fighters, they aren't going out and ghosting everything they can, unlike us." Kobra explained, his brother nodded. That was true. Dr. Death Defying didn't exactly like to fight, and Poison knew his raygun was enough for him. Show Pony didn't have a weapon, and he seemed happy with that. DJ Hot Chimp, honestly Poison wasn't sure about her. But he knew that she was not a fan of fighting.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 10:32:46 GMT -5
"Alright," The Doctor replied. He walked over to the wall, hands behind his back and brow furrowed as he began to pull guns off of it. When there were five, he began holding them up, explaining them. "Alright you lot, these four are the types that you should be using," he held up one gun that was slightly bigger than their rayguns, "long range, can basically withstand anything, have an infinite power source, and can go through a wall of solid titanium." He put that one down, holding up a much smaller blaster. "Now, this one is for Grace, because it's Grace sized. It's got the same principles, but with a safety. I can teach her how to use it before we leave. Is this all okay?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 13:46:24 GMT -5
The Fabulous Killjoys all stared at the weapons with wild, determined eyes as almost crazy-looking smiles overcame their faces. These machines would probably do a much better job of ghosting the BLI than their rayguns, but either way, they'll probably use both. Two heads are better than one, if that is the correct saying to use at this time. Well, a little something like that, at least.
"Just one thing..." Poison said, his eyes still in the guns as he pulled out his own beaten up, dirtied, but still insanely yellow raygun out of its holster and holding it in front of him, the barrel pointing upwards to the ceiling. If this place even had one, of course. "Can they..." Poison's eyes traced each brush mark on his own raygun, seeing every brush skid and small clump of paint layed out on the weapon. "Can they be painted?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 14:34:36 GMT -5
"Yeah," The Doctor shrugged, "why wouldn't they be able to?" He could see that self-expression was important to these guys. He understood. It was important to him too, in a different way, but it was still important. As far as he knew, they was nothing in or about the guns that would make them difficult or impossible to paint.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 14:57:11 GMT -5
Party Poison's eyed flitted upwards, his eyes briefly showing just the whites as he let out a long whisper of "yes..." These would be perfect. Even though the colour would be hard to work with when he put the first coat of paint on, it wasn't anything that the artist couldn't deal with. But painting it wasn't the real problem, just finding the paints was hard enough. I mean, you could find paint on the walls of places, scratch it off, and try and make something out of it using some water but most of the time it didn't work and was just a waste. Even if you did find tubes of paint (which only happened once, they raided an old gallery and found them) they would most likely be dried up and completely useless and a waste of time and resources.
Luckily, Kobra Kid seemed to be having the same thoughts as his brother, and decided to voice them. "Does this place have paint?" He asked, pulling his visor up to give the Doctor a questioning look. "We can buy, I mean." They could resort to stealing if they had to, they've done it before, but Kobra was going to make sure that his friends didn't give in to thievery. Not just yet. That was indeed the very last resort.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 15:13:26 GMT -5
"I can buy you some," The Doctor shrugged, "they don't have any sort of Earth currency here." It would be another stop before he got to leave his least favorite planet (also known as Gallifrey), but it was okay. He wanted to do something nice for them, though he was never going to say it out loud. "They should definitely work on the guns, if Earth paints don't. They're stronger, to put it simply.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 15:51:04 GMT -5
Kobra Kid let out a chuckle. "Didn't think carbons or any of the currency from Before we're gonna work here." He said, looking over at his brother with an amused expression, but it fell to a curious one as he saw Party Poison deep in thought, with a wide smile stretched over his lips. Poison was indeed thinking, although, if his thoughts were voiced out loud, it would make for some pretty confusing stuff.
"Does that mean... there are pencils?" Poison whispered, more to himself than anything really. "Erasers? Paper?" Poison gasped, and if his smile could get wider it certainly did. "Canvases? Brushes? Sketchpads? Art books? Markers? Colours? Spray paints? Frames? Oh my!" Poison exclaimed the last part, setting a hand over his heart as he stumbled backwards a bit. He had been painfully deprived from these things for seven years, unable to get ahold of any art material and make something quite like he used to. Sure, sometimes he drew in the sand and painted the rayguns but it wasn't the same as grabbing a pencil and just doodling all over his sketchbook. And now he was in a place where he could probably get all of this stuff, that sent his heart fluttering and filling his stomach with butterflies. He didn't care that he was getting weird looks from his teammates, he was ecstatic about this.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 21:00:03 GMT -5
"Well, uh, no, but I can grab you some of that in the TARDIS, if you want to draw. They only make digital paintings here. Frankly, it's all sh*t. Drawing's done with your hands, not a mouse," The Doctor mumbled, shaking his head and distributing the guns to the four of them, plus one more to Party Poison that would be given to Grace, before he walked past them to begin their journey back out of the room. It had taken like fifteen minutes to get back here, so it would take the same to get out. He didn't want to go a different way and risk getting lost, though this place did work a bit like a TARDIS, so it would most likely throw you back outside again.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 21:15:07 GMT -5
Party Poison let out a breath to calm his overly excited self as his fingers held the guns gently. He didn't want to accidentally blow someone's brains out. Unless it was a Drac. But those things have no brains so... it would be kind of weird. Again, weird thoughts bouncing around Poison's ecstatic mind. His step carried a slight, almost unnoticeable hop of pure excitement, which his brother just rolled his eyes at and shut his visor down over his face as they all followed the Doctor. He was used to Poison's antics, having being stuck with him inside the house when they were young because of the crime and chaos that was the outside world.
"All by hand... oh man that must be hard." Fun Ghoul wasn't an artist, but he knew digital was pretty crap. Even compared to the spray paint on the walls of building on the Zones, which Ghoul didn't partake in all the time, but even watching just Poison paint on the walls (in the rare times that they were able to) was hard enough to watch. The paints were awful and the brick was equally as bad.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 21:57:51 GMT -5
"Drawing by hand is easy," The Doctor said with a shrug, not looking back as he rounded a corner, "doing it on a computer is what's difficult." He had failed his art class in school because he had despised using the programs that the professors had given them. He'd drawn all his assignments by hand, but no, that was too archaic. They were good, but they weren't what was right. He'd done it anyways and taken the F. He didn't really care now of course, but back then it had pissed him off to no end. "You're a pretty good artist, Doctor," Clara remarked from where she was walking. She rolled her eyes as she just scoffed, but she knew that he liked the compliment, especially in front of near strangers.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 22:14:24 GMT -5
"That's what I meant." Fun Ghoul whispered, finally pulling his Frankenstein mask off completely and stuffing it into one of his vest pockets. He kept the gun in the other hand, and his raygun tucked away in its holster for obvious reasons. He kind of wanted to test this new piece of weaponry out, but one, was scared to ask and two, didn't know what to shoot at. It's not like there were any Dracs in here, or any other target he could freely shoot at, so he was probably stuck on what to do.
Party Poison grimaced, as from what he remembered doing digital art it wasn't as cool or fun as doing it on good old paper or canvas, or some other type of real life material. It was clunky and his drawings turned out pretty odd, nothing compared to what he could spin on paper. Unless he was doing something for a comic or something else along those lines he preferred to stray away from the digital world.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 22:43:26 GMT -5
The Doctor heard him, but didn't say anything. After a long trek, they finally made it out of the room, The Doctor stepping out of all of their ways as he stepped back in front of the door to lock it. Once it was sufficiently shut, in his opinion, he led the way back to the meeting room. Now, there were people there, but just a few. The General was still around, talking to an old woman in a shawl, while a very tall man with a mustache and a little, older looking lady chatted on the other side of the table. Everyone looked up, but none seemed to bothered as The Doctor strolled back to The General and handed her the keycard, starting to chat as the tall man strolled over to Clara, smiling with a silky, "Hello, Miss Oswald." "Brax," she greeted, reaching out with one arm to pull his thin body into a hug, "did you come to see The Doctor?" "Ha, no," the man, apparently Brax said, shaking his head and smiling, "no, we're both here for the meeting," he gestured between him and the woman he'd been talking with, "I didn't even know he was around, but then again, he never talks to me." He looked at the Killjoys after he finished, raising a brow. After a moment, he asked, "And who might you gentlemen be?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 22:54:00 GMT -5
Kobra Kid had started to shake again, only not as noticeable to people who weren't looking. Unlike Jet Star, who set a hand on his friend's back, but as politely as he could Kobra shrugged off his hand, determined to calm himself down by distracting himself by talking. "I'm Kobra Kid." His voice was slightly muffled by his helmet, so he pulled his visor up only a little bit to allow his voice to be more clear. But not enough to allow anyone to see his face. Unless they were looking from below. "He's Jet Star," Kobra said, gesturing to Jet. "He's Fun Ghoul," He motioned over to Fun Ghoul, who was wishing he had put on his mask beforehand as he waved politely. He didn't like his face out in the open like it was now, at least, in front of complete strangers. "And that's Party Poison." Poison was in the middle of putting on his clown mask as his brother introduced him for him, finding a struggle in getting the stringent to not tangle in his long flaming red hair. But soon enough he got it on, and stared at the man with a cocked eyebrow.
"And we're the Fabulous Killjoys." Poison said, crossing his arms and jutting out his hip.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 23:14:18 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you," Brax said simply, eyes boring into them in an almost eerie fashion. He and the rest of the people in the room (other than The Doctor, seemingly) had a very inhuman quality about them. It wasn't quite something you could pinpoint, but it could've been the way they talked, moved, or the fact that Brax hadn't taken a breath since he'd walked over to them. Clara didn't seem perturbed by it, but it was enough to put anyone who'd never met an alien before on edge. "Irving Braxiatel, Lord Cardinal of Gallifrey," he finally said, extending a hand as Clara disappeared around him to go and stand by The Doctor. It was quite obvious that she had more than a bit of a crush on The General.
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Post by John 3:16 on Sept 10, 2016 23:28:12 GMT -5
Jet Star had noticed this quality, and it seemed that Fun Ghoul was starting to pick up on it, because Jet was sneering ever-so-slightly at the weird man. He was glad he had his helmet on, so this strange man didn't see it. "Nice to meet you, Irving." Jet said, placing a hand over Kobra Kid's visor and pushing down on it so it clicked shut. Kobra just gave his friend a weird glance, but shook his head and brushed it off. He didn't trust this guy either, and felt his slight shaking increase a little bit, but he stifled it as much as he could. To anybody, it would seem that he just felt a little cold.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 23:31:32 GMT -5
As no one shook the hand, he put it back down, staring right at Jet, and then looking over to Kobra before saying, "You're his friends?" He gestured with his head to The Doctor, who was rocking back and forth in his boots as he talked to the woman. Irving didn't think he quite liked these gentlemen, so he had to admit, he was trying a bit more than normal to be unnerving. He was told often that he was just that in general, but meh. There were very few humans and half humans that he tolerated.
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