Comments | blood_gulch: Cement Ramp or Wavy, Plasmic thingie? [OPEN]

free_ndakota in blood_gulch

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... )

open, dakota, red zealot

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dufresne_doc August 18 2006, 20:53:41 UTC

((Open to all or open to the ones you were talking to in your journal?))

free_ndakota August 19 2006, 02:33:27 UTC

Open to anyone who wants to pop up. Caboose and RZ are slated to drop in soon.)

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 ( ... )

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red_zealot September 1 2006, 20:22:23 UTC

"The snacks are that way," he replied gesturing towards the dorms. "But I dunno. I don't think I should be giving food to a fuckass freelancer for no good reason. What are you gonna do for me if I give you food?"

free_ndakota September 1 2006, 20:36:52 UTC

"Why the fuck I gotta give you a reason?" Dakota instinctively retorted. What the hel was with this guy, he should've been practically pissing himself with glee that the Freelancer had graced the sad-looking hunk of concrete with his intimidating presence.

"I'm one of the fucking 49ers. You should be throwing snacks at me. I once kicked a man in the groin, TO DEATH. I know the airspeed velocity of an unladen European swallow. You'll need my asskicking skills and my mental prowess if the Commander's gone MIA."

red_zealot September 1 2006, 20:44:45 UTC

"Che, yeah, and I singlehandedly killed a whole blue squadron with nothing but a videogame controller and a bag of chips." In videogames, but Dakota didn't need to know that. "Plus I can't die. So I have plenty of asskicking skills myself. I am a general, after all. You're just a fucking freelancer. I out rank you by like a thousand. So yeah, I think I'm the one who deserves all the snacks. Plus there are good red soldiers here who need food too. They take precedence over any damn outsider, don't you think?"

free_ndakota September 1 2006, 21:00:06 UTC

Oh dear. Chips sounded good. Dakota's stomach started rumbling with all the fury of a gassy, irritable child. The Aleut wanted those snacks, preferably now.

He scoffed at the Red's claims and his grip on Marlene's stock tightened. " Man, us Freelancers don't answer to you plebian Spartans, got it? Even if you are a General, that doesn't mean shit to me. Now take me to the chips!" he said forcefully, stabbing a finger at Basil's sternum.

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