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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Jan 29, 2017 16:50:25 GMT -5
That evening you are loaded into a cab with Chelsea arriving at a small Tavern on the outskirts of the capital. "Here we are. Night Raid is waiting in the basement." She said.
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Post by Manah on Jan 29, 2017 21:03:50 GMT -5
(OOC: Have they brought all the weapons with them or did they leave some in the hotel room?)
Mine
The former assassin/now badass mercenary pinkette smiled and nodded, picking up her things and making her way inside.
"Right. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone."
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 5, 2017 14:55:21 GMT -5
(Brought them with
You make your way inside, and down a flight of stairs through a hidden door down a long cobblestone tunnel.
Finally you arrive in a room to find Lubbock, and Leone playing pool.
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Post by Manah on Feb 5, 2017 22:07:54 GMT -5
Mine
"Well I'll be damned", the pinkette said, smirking. "Look who's here."
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 8, 2017 23:42:56 GMT -5
"Hey there Mine, nice of you to finally pay a visit." Leone said.
"Nice to finally see you again too." Lubbock noted.
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Post by Manah on Feb 9, 2017 9:51:02 GMT -5
(OOC: By the way, Chelsea said that Leone was 8 months sober and that Lubbock was recovering from 'involuntary gender change', right?)
Mine
"Yeah... to be honest, I'm... actually sorry I didn't visit earlier. It's been... too long", the pinkette noted, taking a good look at her friends.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 12, 2017 23:23:41 GMT -5
(Yes... But I had forgot those parts. Moving on.)
Sure enough upon closer inspection you could recognize Lubbock's new female features, as Leone's skin looked healthier and glowier than ever without the constant booze in her system.
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Post by Manah on Feb 13, 2017 0:49:51 GMT -5
Mine
Mine walked up to Lubbock.
"You know, on one hand, this would be a perfect opportunity to pay you back for all the times you perved out on me, but at the same time, I feel compassion towards you because I'd hate to be turned into a man. How are you doing?"
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 15, 2017 0:10:32 GMT -5
"I'm fine." She said as your dress rises up to your armpits. The hem caught on hooks attached to Cross Tail's wires.
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Post by Manah on Feb 15, 2017 0:39:13 GMT -5
Mine
"......"
She clenched her fists, a vein popping out the side of her temple.
"...Lubbock-chan, we're having a moment here. Don't ruin it..." she hissed.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 19, 2017 22:51:44 GMT -5
"Sorry." She said lowering the wires down.
"Hello Mine. It is good to see you again." a digitzed voice says behind you.
You spin around, and see Sheele! Only her skin from the neck down is metal, and she's naked (not that her body is detailed enough for it to matter anyway) and her glases are high tech and fused to her face and her eyes have glowing purple sclera, and Extase is on her back, held in place by two sub-arms attached to her shoulders. "I have missed you."
"Oh, did I mention Sheele's brain was cloned, and placed in a robot body?" Chelsea asked. "I may have left that part out."
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Post by Manah on Feb 20, 2017 14:38:49 GMT -5
Mine
"...Sh... S-Sh..." the pinkette stammered, looking at the being with disbelief, astonishment and confusion. "SHEELE?!!" she cried out, tearing up a bit. "Oh my God, Sheele, too?"
She stepped forward and hugged her close.
"...I... I-I can't believe this. Is this for real? I'm not just dreaming this, am I?" she asked... nobody in particular.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 21, 2017 15:16:10 GMT -5
"No... I am alive." She said. "This body has provided me with a new lease on life."
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Post by Manah on Feb 21, 2017 19:08:32 GMT -5
Mine
"I'm so glad. I missed you so much", the pinkette let out, giving her one last hug before letting go and sighing happily. "...Two in a row whom I thought were dead are actually alive. Anyone else I should know about, so I don't have a heart attack or something?" she asked Chelsea, half-hopeful, half-joking.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Feb 24, 2017 9:22:14 GMT -5
"No, that's about it." Chelsea said smirking.
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