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| Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 6 2009, 04:25 PM Post #31 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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This guy certainly wasn't too bright, at least that is what it seemed to Travis. Curious as to who this guy was, he scanned the man while he was turned. A missing set of lips was interesting enough, but the fact that this man was an apparent loose cannon was drawing another kind of interest from the bounty hunter; he wanted to keep an eye on this guy. "Who said I was gonna give the good Doctor a hard time?" He finished. "Now then... I happen to have a very handy tool we can use." He said, turning back to Jenosa. "On my ship, I have a few surrveilance probes, 3 to be exact. These probes are equipped with cloak devices and are able to suppress their own sound. They are suspended by antigravity fields. We can use these to have multiple eyes where we cannot be and yet remain undiscovered. In this way... we can be there, yet not really be there. We could even use them to set up an ambush within their own; of course, conditions allowing." He kept an eye on Set, wondering how he was going to react. Edited by Deadly Aim, Jul 6 2009, 04:28 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 6 2009, 07:40 PM Post #32 |
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Clockwork Master
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It was an odd situation, yet interesting he admitted, situation that he was in. He and Jenosa were more or less 'acquaintances,' having met one another when he was working on a confidential project with a large group of his colleagues. The two had butted heads with one another when they first met, chiefly because of the situation; he still resented Commander Kozan for sending her. Still, Derad had to remark, Jenosa wasn't as bad as he had thought; the woman did have a sense of morals on her, although he could never understand the kind of life she chose. He also wasn’t' sure if he should be thankful for her choosing such a path or not. In any case, after three to four years, he and Jenosa had, once again, met one another, but this time...under a very bizarre situation. It was because of that he chose to partner himself along with Jenosa, along with the fact that he had a discussion with an old friend about her. He monitored Jenosa life signs and other vitals within a room that very much like the bio-core (A research center) he had worked at when he had first met the bounty hunter. Every surface and machine of the room - from ceiling to the floor - was mostly built of a sleek metal, each plate a varying shade of blue. Along with the red side lights, the blue, glowing circle on the floor and other bits of sleek, technology infused into the walls such as pipes and computer terminals, the room was definitely given the representing of being related to a futuristic lab. Sitting on a chair and monitoring a large computer terminal with an array of various measurements - all dealing with what was going on in Jenosa's vitals - was Derad. Dressed in a standard white lab coat that he enjoyed rather than those tight jumpsuits they wore in the Confederation, he was a tall and appeared to be breaking around his 70s or 80s. Despite this age, the man looked quite healthy, even with a completely gray beard, mustache, and hair that were pulled back from the forehead. He was also looking mostly bored, because even though he saw and heard everything Jenosa did, nothing interesting was happening. He couldn't give Tholburn any advice from where he was, and more over, bounty hunting wasn't his kind of business. Even though the job was dangerous, everything that Jenosa said wasn't his business; even if it could involve his life. But everything started to change when Jenosa's vitals started to fluctuate in a very odd manner. The amount adrenaline pumping into her system was going up, which should have been normal; except that her heart rate wasn't. It had only made a steady increase to where she might be considered mildly anxious, but the amount of adrenaline was enough to represent a man running for his life. If Jenosa's body hadn't become such a unique case, he would have warned her, but at the moment, he was trying to figure out what was going on ____________ Jenosa looked at the odd man threatening her with just a knife. She wasn't at all intimidated by him, and more over, thought this guy was either a complete idiot...or he was up to something. "Look you," she growled at the guy with the blade, "I don't know how you translate what your contracts says as, but Tholburn hired us to specifically protect this camp. And that's exactly what I'm doing - that's exactly what we're doing. We're not disobeying her 'orders,' we're doing quite the opposite, and as far as I can see, I don't see anything wrong in taking a few extra precaution in gaining good intel. If the lady has a quack on me, or us, about taking a few extra precautions, then fine, the worst I - or we - will get is a paycheck cut for making this place safe." "Besides," she was added in good humor, "it's three against one right now." Giving an exasperated sigh, she listened and gave Travis a bemused look, "And you never thought of launching these useful little buggers when you just got here? C'mon, sending 'em out." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 6 2009, 10:29 PM Post #33 |
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Starfeather
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"H-Hey!" Doctor Tholburne said, having just emerged from the tent behind Jenosa. "L-Listen to what Ms. Arma says. It's a good idea!" She said, apparently highly embarressed by her own outburst. "I-I think she should be in charge of defending this site...but...thank you all for coming..." She said, salvaging her stature by adding some manners at the end. Z'Gato laughed. Great. Now they were following orders from Jenosa Arma. GREAT idea. However, it was Doctor Tholburne footing the bill of this little 'adventure' so he would at least make sure he would get paid. The lot of these hunters needed to get their heads out of their third point of contact anyway, with the way they had been bickering. "We--we've had a lot of trouble with raiders stealing things so--so if you guys could make sure it doesn't happen, I'd appreciate it..." She said, before addressing the individual who was curious about WHAT they were digging up. At that point, Tholburne blushed a little bit. "I--uh,--I don't know. YET! Yet. That's why I'm continuing my father's work on this site, so I can find out!" She finished, a bit more emboldened by hearing her own goal spoken aloud. |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Jul 6 2009, 11:40 PM Post #34 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"And here I thought getting a job would keep me from being bossed around by redheads," Kathi joked when she learned that Jenosa was going to be the leader of the group. The brunette giggled. Her mother was a redhead, and so were two of the police captians she had worked with before. She just couldn't seem to get away from- "I--uh,--I don't know. YET! Yet. That's why I'm continuing my father's work on this site, so I can find out!" Doctor Tholburn then told Kathi, which quickly replaced her smile with a frown. There was just something wrong with the archaeologist not having any idea of what she was excavating when her father had been working on the same project. To an investigator like Kathi, there was something fishy with that statement. The uncertainty she could deal with. As irritating as it was to not know anything yet, that could be remedied. In the meantime, raiders had to be dealt with so the dig could go on. Then Kathi would see if she could help the archaeologist. "Well, Miss Arma," Kathi said eagerly, pulling out her COBRA and screwing a silencer onto the tip of the oversized M7, "where do you need me?" |
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Once, there was a maiden... ...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world. So she tore out her heart, and made war against it. In victory, she sealed it in a locket, and trapped in a casting of bronze. "Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said. | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 7 2009, 01:09 AM Post #35 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Well, the reason I didn't do that initially was because, as you indicated, the raiders are probably out there waiting right now. I didn't deploy them immediately because my ship would probably a magnet for attention when I first landed. Even with the cloak on those things and even considering they're merely the size of baseballs, I wasn't willing to risk somebody noticing the release." Travis explained, opening up a flap on the left arm to expose a console panel. He tapped a button on the interface. "Right now though?" ------------------------------------------ (OOC: Constantine can only be heard inside Travis' helm; he'll seem to be talking to himself.) It was quite a beautiful day at the library. Then again, when you were digital, the days were always beautiful. Constantine laxxed in his burgundy high-backed chair, reading yet another aged book to sunlight in the huge, clear paned glass window. The cover read "Against All Odds: My Struggle", the name under it being Chuck Norris. A martial artist and actor from the 20th century, Norris was a historical figure in human history; the first man in the Western Hemisphere to hold the ranking an 8th degree black belt grandmaster in Tae Kwan Do. Although he himself obviously wasn't inclined to be the fighter type (a look at his model would confirm this), the story of Norris was a fascinating one from his era. ["Constantine, are you there?"] Travis' voice rattled through the annals, bringing his face out from within the golden brown pages. Alas, it seemed that he couldn't just spend the whole day reading away. "Yes, Travis?" Constantine replied as he stood up speaking to the disembodied voice. ["I want you to activate the probes. Set them for cloak and have one of them set to view the whole camp; have the other two probes patrol the surrounding canyons and the camp periodically. If they find anyone suspicious, let me know."] Travis said matter-of-factly. "Hmm... so you think they are already awaiting you." He folded his hands, fingers elongated and hands against each other, tip to tip. ["This place is too big to just rush into, snatch, and grab; you can't just jump into the lion's den, if I could be trite."] Came the cool response from Travis. "Well of course it is..." Constantine raised his left hand, running the right through his long snowy beard. "Very well then... I'm launching them as we speak." ------------------------------------- There was a small hissing noise from the top of the Arctic Storm, and for the briefest of moments, a very small hatch on the top slid open. Then just as quickly, it shut. For only those who knew the truth, the probes were on the move, doing their tasks as directed. They floated high into the sky and diverged from their triangulation to their respective tasks, hidden from the naked eye and ear. ------------------------------------- "Well, that should take care of that..." Travis finished. "So, who's up for setting the table?" He didn't mean to be obscure, but hoped Jenosa and the others would get the metaphor. Then again, maybe it was nostalgia from being in the Marines and the Commandos. |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jul 7 2009, 04:08 AM Post #36 |
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BONEITIS!
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Well this is just excellent. Not only, was he shown up, but now Tholburn was supporting this idiot with ridiculous hair. Three against one, huh? Well the black thing that gave Set a dagger, the woman in police armour and the Chozo didn't exactly run to her defense. Hell, the Chozo insulted her! "Three against one, yes. I'm not doin' nothin' because of that ridiculous rule though. I'll move because the boss said to listen to an idiot with stupid hair, and the idiot wants us to waste time." He scratched at his bandaged scalp as he spoke, his other hand at his side, still dripping blood. "So... Please Continue." He said to Jenosa, doing his best attempt to smirk without lips. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Jul 7 2009, 04:09 AM.
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jul 7 2009, 11:14 AM Post #37 |
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The Other Guy
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Ra watched as the man stood down and pocketed his knife, apparently seeing reason. Ra kept the ‘barrel’ of his staff aimed at the man for a few moments, wondering just how quickly he would be able to draw the weapon, before retracting the staff’s two halves back into it’s grip and powering it own. Stepping back once more to allow the other two to continue their conversation he heard the man comment “And, whether or not that dumb cow has tactical smarts or not, it doesn't matter. She's paying you, so you do as she says. That’s how work goes." "Who said I was gonna give the good Doctor a hard time?" "I don't know how you translate what your contracts says as, but Tholburn hired us to specifically protect this camp.” Jenosa cut in “And that's exactly what I'm doing - that's exactly what we're doing. We're not disobeying her 'orders,' we're doing quite the opposite, and as far as I can see, I don't see anything wrong in taking a few extra precaution in gaining good intel. If the lady has a quack on me, or us, about taking a few extra precautions, then fine, the worst I - or we - will get is a paycheck cut for making this place safe." Now that was interesting, unquestioning loyalty and the willingness to think outside the box when it came to taking commands from civilian leaders. He had heard the type same argument made more than once between different commanders but that had been in the military, Ra had never expected bounty hunters and sellswords to be able to make the same argument when their very nature seemed to oppose both points made. Deadeye had now made some mention of using cloaked surveillance drones, not a bad concept on the whole if he had more than three of them but as a rule it was questionable as to how effective they would be with only a handful of them at the group’s disposal. Turning at the sound of crunching sand and dirt behind him, Ra saw a woman (with a very noticeable stutter) appear from the tent behind them and supported Jenosa’s plan, most likely effectively making her in charge of the defenses from here on. A burst of laughter from the avian individual close by hinted that this was not the best thing that could have happened. “Doctor?” Ra asked the woman as politely as he could to her “With all due respect simply putting forwards a defense may not be the best of plans, as already pointed out this location is perfect for snipers and spotters to direct an attack or pick off Guard-… before we even see them. We really don’t know what we’re currently up against and any information you might have for the weapons the raiders possess, vehicles, numbers or where they might be would be of help. If we can even figure out where they’re attacking from we might be able to launch a counter offensive before they even arrive.” From the comments of the avian and the scarred man there were at least a few here who might be willing to join an attack than be commanded by 'an idiot with stupid hair.' Edited by Shin-Ra, Jul 7 2009, 02:16 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 9 2009, 03:36 PM Post #38 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Ohhhh boy, a lot to interact with here to do, so I might get a tad messy here. Oh, and for those who thought they saw a post with an 'error' word on it, that was because I accidently posted the infinished version when I was in camp. We had to leave, so I didn't have any time to delete it until now.) Now this was getting unusual and interesting, Derad thought. He almost wasn't sure this was danger or something else; but he guessed the latter. That was because not only was her adrenaline pumping in an strange manner, but 'entronull' energy had circulating within her nervous and muscular system. In fact, it had been before, but he hadn't taken the time to check them until now. 'Entronull,' as it was called by the Confederation it, was essentially a kind of energy particle that could disrupt and dissapait condensed electrical energy, including energy based systems related to Bombues and the confederation's common Pyronaught. It had also been discovered through that classified project of his that, with the proper technology and itnerface, Entronull energy particles could be used to increase electron circulation throughout the entire nervous system and even stimulate a "Adrenaline Rush" to occur. In other words, the person's reaction rate would become drasticly increased. It was a function that was already added to Jenosa's suit; but that was where his know-how ended and his puzzelment began. The gauntlet function was triggered much like pressing a button; activated, it would simply increase the reaction rate. There was no controlling how much entronull or was dumped into the system, but trying to do that was complicated and dangerous. And he hadn't made any adjustements to the setting, but he could tell it was active; but only by around a quarter of it's potency. However, even with that, there should have some kind of reaction; instead, most of the entronull, along with the adrenaline that it did create, were barely having an affect on her at all. It was just building up. What was going on? Derad thought franticly. ------------------ "Heeeey, woah woah woah," Jenosa protested, "I am not planning to be the top general here. No way! I don't do that at all. Really not in the description of who I am." She gave an embarrassed sigh; she did not like where t his was going. "Look," she tried explained openly to whoever was listening, "I wasn't trying to order everyone around, just trying to lend ideas in how we can defend this place. And," she added with a growl with irritiation, "Unless bird brain over has any sound advice for about what I do, I suggest he shuts his beak. Let's stop bickering before somebody desides to take advantage of this and keep a sharp eye out for anything unusual." She didn't like where this was going. She had been on raids before, and this area was a nasty place to set up camp; but she knew there was no choice for the archeologists. Being in a place with so many ambush points did make her anxious, and she was already itching to slip out a gun at any notice of danger. She felt herself becoming much more attentive, and that strange 6th sense of her becoming much more vivid. The hue surrounding each person intentisified and- Oh, what do we have here, Jenosa thought. "Well, Miss Arma," Kathi said eagerly, pulling out her COBRA and screwing a silencer onto the tip of the oversized M7, "where do you need me?" Jenosa smiled at her enthusiasm; she liked that. "Well," she responded wryly, "I need you to interrogate someone." And without even explaining, she went behind the tent and went, "Gotcha!" There was the sound of struggle before Jenosa came back to her holding a gun to some guy's head; who looked rather familiar to Kathi. She looked her then him for a grief moment, and then guessed, "You two look similar...siblings? Saw him going between various areas of the camp and your ship; gotta admit, he was being real sneaky; didn't seem too suspiscious up untill he got too greedy. It didn't take me long to realize he was going to the tent with most of the artifacts." In truth, Jenosa known the tent he was gonig to had stored all of the artifacts in them; and she had been too busy to see him for most of the time up until she had come back out of Tholburn's tent. But it was that sixth sense of her's that had warned her, because the current artifact he had tried to steal stuck out to her. It had been there for some time when she had arrived, and as soon as it moved, she became suspiscious. Now holding the artifact in her hand, she said to Tholburn, "hey doc, not sure if you know, but this pretty thing has a pretty juicy energy signature on it. Thought you might want to take a look at it." Turning back to Kathi, she stated, "So, partner in crime or annoying brother? Or neither?" |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Jul 9 2009, 07:38 PM Post #39 |
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Matthew was, ultimately, surprised about two things. First off, that the red-haired bounty hunter had even noticed him when there should have been no way for her to know where he was, and second, that she had managed to get the upper hand in the ensuing fight quite easily. Of course, this meant that there were going to be other problems. Complications were part of the life of any thief. In this case, the most problematic possibility was something like this being reported to the Marine Corps. There was also the little issue of money, which was soon going to start running out for Kathi's medicine. It was quite the odd reversal of fate, having the younger sibling bail out the older one, but at that moment, the humor was lost on Matthew. "Yeah, that's my half-brother, alright," Kathi said, frowning. "And, technically, my ship is his ship. He owns it, and lends it to me when I need to use it. Jobs like this, for example. I figured that since he was on leave, he would never pass up an opportunity like this, as well, but the money's gotta come in somehow if I want to keep my sanity." "Speaking of which," Matthew added, "If my watch is correct, and you've been following your schedule, you're due for another dose in just over fifteen minutes." Kathi glared at her brother. Yes, that was important, but it also wasn't the point. She shook her head and continued. "Contrary to appearances, if you ask people who know us, they would say that I'm the annoying sibling. Matthew's...well, he's calmer than me, for one thing. He's also better at knowing when to be politically correct. Me, I'm a bit too blunt. Or so everyone says. He still bugs the crap out of me trying to make sure I'm not getting myself killed or forgetting to take my medicine. Yeah, he's a thief, but if he wasn't, we wouldn't be able to afford the particular antipsychotics I need." Meanwhile, even with a gun against his head, Matthew still managed to extend one hand in the direction of Travis Clark. "Captain Matthew Bito, Galactic Federation Marine Corps," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Clark." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 9 2009, 11:33 PM Post #40 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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This lipless wonder was a complete fool; Travis was known to be firm, but this man was absolutely wrapped up in his policies to the point that it was inhibiting him, at least in the Bounty Hunter's eyes. And the bickering wasn't helping either. If there were raiders sitting and maybe listening, they were probably getting a kick at the hunters and mercenaries bickering with each other over trivial things. And now as it turned out, two double agents had already inserted themselves here. Travis had admittedly suspected this; artifacts from a lost civilization would be tempting for anyone on an archeological expedition as a cash cow; and therefore, they were also the targets of thieves subtle and not so much for that reason. How Jenosa had even known this man was stealing was curious in and of itself, but that wasn't something to dwell on at the moment. What saddened him was to know that he and the man who was now extending his hand forward was not only a thief, but also a brother in arms... or would have been if Travis were still in the service. Reluctantly, the bounty hunter took the hand, looking at the captive square in the eyes. "As much as I wish it weren't the case Captain Bito, I'm afraid we can't let this slide. You're a Marine; surely you know better then to do wrong to those you serve?" He said, his grip tightening a bit as he shook the man's hand before letting go, though the hunter's voice was clearly riddled with concern. Hmm, he knew that by arresting the brother, the sister would have no means to obtain her medicine on her own, or at least, would be forced to go beyond her own means to obtain it. Pondering this, he turned to her. "Your his sister, correct? After this, could we speak privately? Don't worry, you're not in anymore trouble, I just want to discuss something with you" Though Travis' tone was gentle, the visage of the armor and the darkened cyan visor would normally seem anything but. "After you've retaken your medicine, of course. Now then... "Jenosa is right." Travis' tone suddenly seemed to change from almost remorseful to deadly serious. "This bickering is stupid as it is dangerous. Right now, we're sitting here with little progress because of something as petty as hair color. We are all in one place; we are easy to watch, contain, and study. The longer that we remain like this, the easier it will be for the enemy to take advantage of the situation. "Considering that the raiders are already preparing as we speak... I've thought of a strategy. And that is... we do nothing." -Travis started to pace, walking around the group in a circle while folding his hands behind his back. "Or, at least we appear to do nothing. We will act as though we are unaware of their presence in that we will allow them to -think- we are surprised. Of course, they might anticipate this... but if they attempt what I think will likely be an ambush during the night or any other time of oppurtunity, we let them walk right into our trap. And then, before they realize we are letting them walk in, we snap the trap shut. Even if they don't fall for it, one of us would have to make a move first; and of course the one that does so first will give themselves away." "Now, as it stands, we already have the guards already out there; I suggest they remain at their posts and remain wary, but take no additional cautions beyond their means; in order for this plan to work, we do not want to give the raiders a hint that we're fully ready and armed to counter them. We also have the cameras I have deployed. If all of you would so wish, I will give you visual feeds to your ships from these cameras as they go about hidden; we do not want them to realize we have them, obviously, or this whole situation could get much more intense." "Understand that I'm not saying letting them push in and set up, I'm suggesting "letting" them push in and then let bring themselves to us. We'll still engage them, but we will let them think they've caught us off guard until the trap is sprung, as I said. But again, this is rather conditional I admit. Let me also stress this isn't a command of any sort, merely a suggestion. Still... would any be interested in considering any part of this stategy, even if we don't fully follow it?" Finishing, Travis stopped where he had originally stood, allowing his arms to lax to their previous position. Edited by Deadly Aim, Jul 9 2009, 11:35 PM.
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