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Post by themaker on Jan 29, 2004 14:55:11 GMT -5
hey guys! ... i don't seem to know any of you guys.
it's been a long time since i've PDBA'd, Nick linked me back here. And someone deleted my profile.....
I'll make a new one and maybe might join in later today or tomorrow.
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 29, 2004 20:43:25 GMT -5
Greetings . . . I am me . . . I greet you . . . and I am feeling redundant.
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Post by niff on Jan 29, 2004 23:28:52 GMT -5
Hey Maker! You haven't been here for.. a year, almost  |
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Post by Captain Tribal on Feb 12, 2004 0:58:49 GMT -5
Ugh... Ouch
Kaine got up, quickly drawing his staff up in parrying position. All the blips on his radar were off in different directions. And he was right next to his ship.
Good. Time for an equipment change.
He walked in and deposited his staff, grabbing a pair of gauntlets. He quickly replaced his old gloves for the new armored ones, then pulled out his trademark blade. The blade shined in the light of the ship, causing a beautifully designed ingraving of "Blood Letter" to appear in runic letters on the silver blade.
He swung it, causing a long, red ribbon to flow down from the hilt. It signified the blood of the men that had been killed by the hands of the wielder. The ribbon flowed majestically, easily longer than a metre.
It's also due time for an attire change. Time to drop the cliche of Bounty Hunter, and return to my roots. Good ol' fashioned assassin. Heh, good old family heirlooms. This costume is dandy. Very dandy, indeed.
He put on a black outfit that had the sleeves torn off, and it had a red scarf flowing behind it. The belt that tightened it around the waist constricted to fit his body size, and he grinned.
Nothing like a little oriental magic to make the urge to kill rise.
He then looked in the mirror. It just didn't look proper. He was a tall, Eurasian man. Non-ninja like, especially since he was created as a bodyguard for Her Majesty. No, he would have to change that.
Activate the appearance analyzer. Make me a tad bit shorter, not as big, and give me... Spiked gray hair. Also, make my eyes piercing blue, not friendly, come give me a hug blue. But no funny business, increase my speed but leave my strength.
Suddenly, a computer voice spoke up.
Confirmed. Appearance change in progress. 20% ... 40% ... 60% ... 80% ... 100%. Complete. You're the spittin' image of a ninja master, sir.
Why I ever programmed my ship for humour, I'm regretting it now.
Happy hunting, Agent 47.
He walked to the docking bay, then quickly turned around.
Also, reprogram it so that it calls me "Kaine" from now on. Thank you.
He then exited his ship, eager to get back in the game. He wasn't going to die this time. Not like he did last time.
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Post by N3B on Feb 17, 2004 21:39:04 GMT -5
N3B was standing in an odd room... glass littered the ground around him. It smelt of an odd odor, quite similar to oil, or some other sort of lubricant. Around him, he found several alien contraptions, all of which he had no clue as to what their function was. Through the tinted visor of his helmet, everything was much darker than it should. Taking his index finger and thumb, he flipped the visor up, and allowed the normal light of the room to become present to his eyes.
"There we go..." he said, eyeing his sword chucks, which he had, slung over his belt. He still hadn't figured a way to
properly utalize these deadly weapons, but knew that if he could, he would be unstoppable.
He stood there for a few minutes, the deadly device hung around his palm, contemplating. The best he had figured, was to remove one blade, and replace it with a blunt rod, so that he could grip it, and twirl the blade around. Althrough this would totally nullify the aspect of them being "swordchucks".
Giving up on this, he stowed them back over his belt, and took his Phoenix Samurai from the low-hang clip, and propped it up against a skedar structure, aiming at the only door in...
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Post by niff on Feb 17, 2004 23:19:19 GMT -5
Niff strolled around. After what seemed weeks of inactivity, there were moving presences. Niff stood there, sitting on the large glowing-red sloping pillars. His trenchcoat swayed slightly, his hand resting on his Beretta. Fusion was latched to his left hip, blade pointing backwards. His white hair glowed slightly from the lights of Zero. His pale skin gave off a small shine as well. He hopped down from the slope, and headed towards the only door he could find. He slipped sneakily, Beretta pointing upwards.
He tapped the button on the door. With a strange metallic sound, the door spurted open fiercely. Niff caught a glimpse of a man. A man strangely familiar..
A blue flash erupted from what seemed to be the man's hand. A large ball of energy sped forwards through the air, going slightly ellipse from the awesome amout of speed. As if in slow motion, Niff stood there. Unconsciously, he flipped a metal switch in his forehead.
Beep, beep, beep. 40 feet enclosing.. Beep, beep beep.. 20 feet.
Niff closed his eyes suddenly as nanites ejected from the pores in his skin. The tiny things looked like aerosol in the air, with their microscopic octopus-like legs darting towards the target. They seemed to attatch to the energy ball in midair, detonating it within safe range.
The man raised his rifle again. His gloved finger twitched on the trigger, crosshair on target. The futuristic weapon was charging another blue beam, sucking the light.
"N3B! OVER HERE!" Niff howled. N3B obviously did not recognise his target.
"Ah, Niff! Sorry about that!" N3B responded. He slung his Samurai back onto his thigh, and headed towards Niff.
They set off together, striding down the hangar runway, weapons at the ready.
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Post by Captain Tribal on Feb 17, 2004 23:20:14 GMT -5
Kaine entered a room with a heavy scent in the air. And, instead of being greeted with the beautiful silence he had longed for, he got a hello full of bullets. But, being the ultimate professional that he was (which was mostly dumb luck), he had managed to dive aside, quickly drawing his Bloodrise (.44 Hardballer, right holster) and firing a couple random shots. Two of them banged against metal and stone, and the last one made no sound. He had managed to hit his target.
I don't really need to fight right now, but if I must, I will leave you...
Quick! Think boy! Clever movie line!
... Breathless!
He heard a roar of laughter come from the left, and he quickly replaced his pistol with his blade.
A man stood up, wielding quite the modified looking pistol in both hands. He didn't look like he wanted to play, either.
Breathless? Are you kidding me? God! Keanu Reeves could have made a better threat!
And that was all the time Kaine needed. He whipped a ball at the ground, which quickly exploded in a flash. Unfortunately, his attacker was staring right at it. It would be a few minutes before his vision returned.
Kaine silently moved behind the man, putting his sword's end facing the neck of his attacker. He slowly counted the minutes in his head, until, at last, the man was alert once more. He aimed around the room, then instantly froze.
Kill me. Get it over with. I'll just hunt you down and blast you out of this world.
Thinking quickly, Kaine spun the blade around, connecting with the man's gun. He then twirled it once more, and then jumped back into fighting stance.
I believe in fair fighting. Draw your weapon and face your death.
He grinned. Much better than the last line.
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Post by N3B on Feb 17, 2004 23:23:18 GMT -5
who exactly is this that you're fighting. I'm assuming me, since i've got the most recent post...  |
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Post by niff on Feb 18, 2004 1:40:57 GMT -5
I have a modified pistol.. confuzzling, eh?
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So sayeth the Shepherd ...
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Post by Snake on Feb 18, 2004 5:53:50 GMT -5
The Taipan docked with the massive Skedar Attack Ship, the Bays were already full of other Ships. He pulled his AR-15 Assualt Rifle around from his back to face him and Clicked a clip into it.
He walked through the docking bay, admiring the different types of Ships that stood there.
Snake: "Ok, Vira, time for a Weapons check."
PortaVIRA: "AR-15, Also known as the M-16. Round Capacity, 30: Check. Desert Storm 50 callibre Semi-auto pistol. 16 rounds a clip: Check. SPAS 12 Gauge Auto-Shotgun, 9 Rounds. Check. All weaponry present and accounted for."
Snake: "Execellent, Activate the Taipan's Automatic Defenses."
PortaVIRA: "I will sir."
Snake had a choice of two Hallways. so he chose the Right one. He walked past several years of scratching on the Bi-Titainium alloy surface.
Snake: "Typical Bad quality Skedar ships."
He continued his stroll down the hallway until he came to a blind corner and bumped into two others. All of them gsped and Brandished Weapons, but one of them held a glowrod and the pale faced Niff loomed out, his companion was fellow Teammate and Friend, N3B.
N3B: "Snake, Long time no see."
Niff: "Yeah man, we been waiting for ages."
N3B: "Nice trip?"
Snake: "It was ok, Now cut talk, Let's kick some ass"
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Post by N3B on Feb 18, 2004 14:46:42 GMT -5
who exactly is this that you're fighting. I'm assuming me, since i've got the most recent post... Niff, you managed to post one minute before him... somehow i missed your post and are still uberly confusaboggled. |
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Post by niff on Feb 18, 2004 23:28:42 GMT -5
Ok, now Snake has confuzzled me as well.. Kaine, if it is me you're fighting, have me use augmentations if the possible duel goes over two posts  |
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Post by N3B on Feb 19, 2004 0:33:49 GMT -5
methinks the situation is now Niff, Snake, and myself, with Kaine sort of there trying to fight one of us... regardless, the situation will be changed whenever the next person posts, so it's obsolete.
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Post by Snake on Feb 19, 2004 6:09:29 GMT -5
I've lost the plot aswell.
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Post by Draxas on Feb 19, 2004 12:16:26 GMT -5
Maybe Kaine is fighting Notesurfer, and that pistol is Azteki?... But Note is dead right now... Heck, I can't even keep track anymore.  |
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