HK-47
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Suggestion: Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?
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Post by HK-47 on Oct 3, 2008 11:17:59 GMT -5
*HK continues to jerk his head about, constantly scanning for potential threats at any possible moment. After a moment, satisfied that current conditions were optimal, he focuses back on Menelaus.*
"Explanation: It is how I refer to organics. It was an unexpected side-effect of my programming, but Master liked it so much that he programmed me to refer to every organic I meet as a meatbag. Except for him, of course. Now, is there something you need done?"
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King Menelaus of Sparta
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Post by King Menelaus of Sparta on Oct 3, 2008 11:27:02 GMT -5
*King Menelaus still looked confused. What would a King of Sparta know about organics? Words like that didn't exist in his world. Still he tried to keep it cool.*
"Master? You are a slave? A gladiator perhaps?"
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HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Oct 3, 2008 11:42:55 GMT -5
*HK halts his survey of the area, and fixes his gaze on Menelaus. A spark jumps from his head.*
"Indignation: I am no slave, meatbag! Every day I deal with the prejudice of the meatbags, and I must resist putting a well deserved blaster bolt through their heads. It disgusts me so much that it is one of the main reasons I enjoy eliminating my targets. To see them beg for mercy, then to shoot them in the groin. It is quite pleasing to me! Threat: Now, you will NEVER call me a slave. Ever. Again.
Restraint: What is it that you need?"
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King Menelaus of Sparta
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Post by King Menelaus of Sparta on Oct 3, 2008 11:51:01 GMT -5
*Menelaus raised his eyebrow in surprise when he noticed a spark jump from the metal thing's head. He had never seen anything like that before, and wondered what it could mean. Was it a sign from the gods? From Zeus perhaps? No, he used thunder bolts. He spoke calmy to the metal thing, to calm it down.*
"Well, maybe you are no slave, but then why do you have a Master? As for me, I am no meatbag, or what you called it. I am the King of Sparta. My name is Menelaus. I am here to seek for my wife, Helen."
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HK-47
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Suggestion: Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?
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Post by HK-47 on Oct 3, 2008 12:23:39 GMT -5
*HK reverts back to a cordial tone, and returns to looking around the bar as well.*
"Explanation: I may not be a slave, but I am technically a product that can be bought and sold. Therefore, I was the property of my Master, and obliged to call him as such. But, now that Master is gone, I am what would be referred to as a free agent..
Query: Why are you searching for this meatbag?"
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King Menelaus of Sparta
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Post by King Menelaus of Sparta on Oct 3, 2008 12:27:53 GMT -5
*King Menelaus looked at the metal thing with a glimpse of humor in his dark eyes. Helen had a reputation for being the most beautiful woman in the world, and this metal thing called her a meatbag. He wondered how she would have reacted if she had heard that. He chuckled with laughter.*
"This meatbag, as you call her, is my queen. My wife. She ran away, and I want her back."
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HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Oct 3, 2008 13:07:51 GMT -5
*HK takes on a knowing tone and leans closer to Menelaus.*
"Statement: So you can kill her. It is the only logical conclusion. The meatbag leaves you, you are filled with wrath, and you seek vengeance. Correct, am I not? Such base emotions are easily predicted and can be planned for accordingly."
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King Menelaus of Sparta
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Post by King Menelaus of Sparta on Oct 3, 2008 13:33:57 GMT -5
*Menelaus chuckled with laughter.*
"You are correctly informed. I will ask all who work for me to bring her back alive. I want the pleasure of strangling her with my own hands for her adultery."
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HK-47
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Post by HK-47 on Oct 4, 2008 5:37:49 GMT -5
*HK fixed his gaze on Menelaus yet again, but did not seem angry this time.*
"Statement: How delightful. I prefer to perform an impromptu tracheotomy if I want to be quiet. You, on the other hand, don't want to be quiet about it, so it is understandable as to why you want to go the slow and painful route."
*HK's voice once again sounded disturbingly gleeful at the prospect of it all.*
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King Menelaus of Sparta
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Post by King Menelaus of Sparta on Oct 4, 2008 5:58:44 GMT -5
*King Menelaus looked at HK-47 shuddering slightly. Yes, he was a warrior, but he was also a man of honor. And he did not find pleasure in slowly torturing people to death. He fought honorable in wars, and actually had earned a reputation because of his fighting skills and sense of honor. He looked over at HK-47.*
"I have not yet decided if your service will be needed or not. If you excuse me for a moment, I want to have a word with my general here."
*He turned to Miko and looked questioningly at her.*
"Miko, I hired you first because of your skills and your sense of honor. Because of your intelligence and your skills as a warrior, and your sense of honor, I will make you the head of the men I send out to search for my wife. I want your opinion in the question of whether or not we should hire this piece of metal to help searching for my wife. Please feel free to speak as you wish."
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Post by Brandi on May 11, 2009 17:22:59 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Brandi stood in the doorway, her eyes narrowing to adjust to the lower light. The smell of the place was familiar enough, though strangely there wasn't that cold in the pit of her stomach this time. Odd, truly. She strode to the bar with confidence, not taking a stool, standing at it instead. She'd wait as long as she had to to talk to the Sargent.She tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear. It was odd that it hadn't...changed back. Would it? Or was something still inside her. Right now, she really didn't want to think about it.*
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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on May 11, 2009 18:28:24 GMT -5
*Sherman stood behind the bar drying a single glass. His jaw was set firmly as he watched the young lady walk across the sawdust strewn floor.*
"What can I get you ma'am?"
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Post by Brandi on May 11, 2009 18:34:58 GMT -5
"Information."
*She spoke plainly, but Brandi had a respect for the man that was unlike the rest of this whole ordeal. He may be part of what was complicating her life, but he had always been polite enough. And when it came to War, that was pretty welcome.*
"About the timeline and the recruits." *She clarified.*
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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on May 11, 2009 18:42:13 GMT -5
*Sherman straightened slightly and set down the glass.*
"Not sure what I can help you with there but shoot..."
*He pulled a bottle from below the bar and set it on the polished counter top. The brown glass glistened with remnants of the ice it was resting in and a light green pear showed on the label. With a flick of his wrist he removed the bottle top and flicked it into a ammo can a few stools down from them.*
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Post by Brandi on May 11, 2009 18:46:23 GMT -5
*Aw man, that did sound good. But no. This was about business. Brandi refocused, trying to sort through her confusion.*
"But...the bathtub...I mean, I was under the impression that you would be the one that would come to collect the children when the time came. I was just curious when that time would be."
*She pursed her lips, something making her hesitant to volunteer up more information about how big they'd gotten.*
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