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Cement Ramp or Wavy, Plasmic thingie? [OPEN]

Aug 18, 2006 02:24

After Freelancer North Dakota finished entering what would prove to be a brief and slightly embarrassing log in his database, he began to survey the terrain of Blood Gulch. Like the bear in it’s forest, he would soon stalk the temperate, multi-latitude grasslands that stretched before him... Much like a lion, except a seriously bad-ass lion wearing ( Read more... )

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red_zealot August 18 2006, 21:03:13 UTC

The Zealot stood on top of the cement... column things... on top of red base, sniper rifle in hand. True, he was an awful shot with it, but he could see the tip of blue base and most of the canyon from that spot, and he was a nosy little bugger. Besides, it was a specially modified rifle, anyway. All it shot were paintballs, since they were harmless and they were in the middle of a ceasefire, after all.

And that whitish Spartan wadnering in the middle of the canyon? He needed to be shown who was boss of the Gulch, even if he couldn't shoot for beans.

free_ndakota August 19 2006, 08:34:15 UTC

((Lol, Dakota's armor is grayish-green. He ain't Wyoming ( ... )

red_zealot August 19 2006, 17:51:12 UTC

"So you've spotted me, hm?" The zealot mumbled, smirking to himself. "Well, that's not going to save you." Carefully he trained the crosshair on the spartan's head and....

"FUCK!" Missed completely, instead painting the ground behind him a lovely shade of red.

free_ndakota August 21 2006, 12:19:46 UTC

A bullet of some sort flew past Dakota's body, making a small dirt cloud puff up from a red spot on the ground. The red Spartan was shooting at him with... paint balls?

A vein in his temple was already starting to pulse with rage and being part of someone's crude target practice was not improving on his attitude at all. He shouldered his battle rifle and started moving towards the nearest form of cover from the paintball menace. The soldier appeared to be such a bad shot, he'd probably have a clean break for the base entrance. Right then, off to do violence.The Freelancer broke off into a run, zig-zagging erratically to throw off his pursuer's aim (just in case). He managed to get closer to the base before prematurely diving behind a large rock. It at least protected him from the vicious sting of paint filled ammunition and provided shade. He was getting kind of hot in the armor ( ... )

red_zealot August 21 2006, 12:35:03 UTC

"Oh go fuck your mom!" Basil shouted, shoving another cartridge into the rifle. "You break anything and I'll shoot myself in the head and grow it back."

free_ndakota August 21 2006, 12:48:34 UTC

"Fuck y-"wait, what?

Dakota stopped mid-insult and tried to wrap his head around the tail end of the red's comment. It made his brain hurt. Alot.

"If you think I'm that easily fooled, you have another thing coming! Humans can only regenerate finger tips and the chances are slim at best once you get past a certain age in childhood!" he yelled back after consulting his A.I. system. It had malfunctioned back during his service as a P.F.C., but somehow, it managed to get replaced by an electronic encyclopedia.

red_zealot August 21 2006, 12:53:57 UTC

The red snorted, giggling a little bit at the comment. "Not me, dipshit! I'm immortal! I can recover from anything! I'm Battle Creek, bitch!"

free_ndakota August 21 2006, 13:03:24 UTC

Well, that certainly was interesting. N. Dakota was dying to test that boast out. Christ, if he had a Battle Creek during his angsty teen years, he probably would have never tried to blow up the gym with home made crater-makers.

"Well gee, I guess I'll just have to give up since I can't win against an All Mighty Battle Creek..." he drawled on, with a smug tone. He jumped out from behind his shady rock and started running for the base again. Once his range imporved, he shot at the red's feet, hoping to make him fall off the cement... thingie of the building.

"I'm a Freelancer, one of the infamous 49, so you ain't got nothing on me!" he yelled, enjoying the rush of the flying bullets and blood lust. He hadn't seen any action in quite awhile, no. All it had been was 'Find bloody South Dakota', like he just ran out to get beer one night and never returned. Stupid Freelancer Command.

red_zealot August 21 2006, 13:11:31 UTC

Backing up and away from the bullets whizzing at his feet, Basil laughed. "You're a dumbass, you know that? And yes, I am All Mighty. I'm the Champion of a God!" The red kept backing backing up, and soon, he backed up a bit too far.

"Christ!" he yelped as he fell into the flag room.

free_ndakota August 21 2006, 13:22:25 UTC

Dakota chuckled darkly when he saw the red fall. After some careful manuevering, he managed to find his way to where the Spartan's body should have landed.

"Pfft. What a 'tard." he said to himself, checking out the surrounding area.

red_zealot August 21 2006, 13:25:16 UTC

In the mean time, Basil had gone and raided the armory. Now armed with a shotgun, one that didn't shoot paintballs, he leapt out behind the freelancer and shouted, "Freeze, dirtbag!" his gun leveled on the back of the Spartan's head.

free_ndakota August 21 2006, 13:32:18 UTC

Motherfucker...

This wasn't happening. He'd be the laughing stock back at FC. At least this time he was being threatened by real bullets, that at least gave him back some semblance of manhood.

"All right, fine. I'll put the safety on my rifle so it doesn't go off when you tell me to throw it on the ground. I sort of don't feel like getting shot with my own gun." he said a bit petulantly. Hm. Still didn't mean he couldn't bash the guy's head in with it though.

red_zealot August 22 2006, 11:21:31 UTC

"Yeah, good idea. Do it now, before I get impatient and blow your head off."

free_ndakota August 23 2006, 02:30:29 UTC

"I can see we're going to get along famously..." Dakota growled, setting his prized battle rifle on the ground. His fingers brushed the cool metal of the weapon lovingly as he retracted his hand. He remembered the first time he had laid his yellow visor obscured eyes on her... He had named her Marlene.

After raising his arms up in a position of surrender, he sighed impatiently. He had been outsmarted by a mere brat who couldn't even shoot the broad side of a barn. What a crying shame. Maybe if he had explained his mission earlier, he wouldn't have the barrel of a shotgun poking the back of his helmet.

"Ok, so I started some shit with you. My intention was to navigate through here without causing too much trouble. I was sent to find my missing partner. He's a Freelancer, doesn't talk much, likes blowing things up and garroting people."

red_zealot August 23 2006, 11:12:18 UTC

"Oh yeah? How do I know you aren't lying? The last two freelancers I ran into tried to molest me. One because he was bored and the other because I pissed him off, I guess."

free_ndakota August 24 2006, 10:08:39 UTC

"I'm not going to molest you!" Dakota all but yelled at the top of his lungs. He sounded shocked and offended that another Freelancer had even been accused of doing such a thing to the red soldier. Freelancers didn't molest people unless they were off duty in his eyes, and the only people male Freelancers molested were women.

"If it had been me, I woulda just punched you a few times in the face and laughed about it, but DAMN, man." he exclaimed, still comically holding his hands up. "I know there was this one really hot chick who joined the Freelancers. I'd fucking pay her to molest me. I like a chick who can kick my ass."

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