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| Cobra Omega | Mar 10 2011, 08:45 PM Post #376 |
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There, now you can see Guardian's various elements
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"Yeah..." said Cobra "Doesn't help that my origin is 'It all started when I got cut in half and was left for dead until scientists found me.' That sort of thing usually doesn't brighten any moods" |
![]() *Cobra Omega & Guardian *Death ex Machina *Emeraldo Leone & Rubalina Leone *Craothe Lythuus & Porkler Hamalot *Thornacus Zornillion & Gemini Machina *Drakelor Alpha & Armarando Blitzuuga *Cosmo Man & Solar Knight *Leroy the Chopper Joe *Kaiser & B.D. *Onyxor, Adamantius, & Garnetia Leone *Nu & Xi *Norma Leone & Fiona Leone Thanks Avi for giving me the idea for this. | |
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| Briansfox | Mar 10 2011, 08:47 PM Post #377 |
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The fine line between insanity and creativity
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"I kept a very low profile during the war." said Myrrhet. "I doubt anyone knew who I was or where I came from. To them, I was just some odd person who had mysterious powers." |
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Snipe Anteater: Only a fool seeks answers from a bowl of oatmeal. Generic villian: Are you calling me a fool?! Snipe Anteater: No, a bowl of oatmeal. | |
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| The Wildebeast | Mar 12 2011, 06:49 PM Post #378 |
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Yes, I know it's spelled "Wildebeest"
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Sandy's jaw hung open as she scoured her mind for an appropriate response for what she just heard. *** Quick Man nodded. "I suppose that was for the best." *** "Anyone?" repeated The Editor. "If no one else will go, I will," said Lucha Sable, stepping forward and holding out his hand. With that, The Editor slapped it into his palm. This time, the ball took them to a dank looking locker room; wet towels and dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, everything smelled of perspiration, and the sound of an enthusiastic, raucous crowd could faintly be heard in the background... --- Arena Coliseo Mexico City, Mexico June 10, 2043 9:20 PM Lucha Sable's heart pounded as he warmed up for the match ahead of him. The World Light Heavyweight Championship! he thought as he pushed himself into a butterfly stretch. I'm... I'm going to take home a title, for the first time! Just then, there was a knock at the door. Lucha Sable quickly leaped to his feet, walked up to the door and yanked it open. In the doorway stood a luchador in a sea green mask with black- outlined eyeholes and a rough sketch of a fist on his forehead. A title belt was wrapped snugly around his waist. "Padre de la Puņeta? What are you doing here?" Padre threw his arm around Lucha Sable's shoulder. "I'm not doing the job for you, ese," he said. Lucha Sable could almost feel his mood deflating as soon as he heard those words. "W- what do you mean you're not going to job?" he asked incredulously. "Just what I said," Padre said smugly. "You're not getting the belt tonight, Sable." Sable was flabbergasted. "B-but we agreed! We agreed that you would drop the belt for me!" he insisted. "Changed my mind." Sable shook his head. "You- you can't be serious!" "I'm dead serious." "They'll fire you! They will!" "I do not give a fuck what they do to me. All I know is that I'm not jobbing to a reploid." Sable glared at him through his mask, practically burning a hole through him with his eyes. "You got a problem with reploids, ese?" Padre shook his head. "No, man, just with reploids that think they can take my title." He looked Sable straight in the eye. "Get this through your head; you don't belong here. Especially not in the ring with me. I'm at the top, puta, and a robot's place is at the bottom." Sable completely lost it and went for a punch to Padre's face. Padre ducked under it and kneed Sable hard in the gut, sending him to his knees. "What you gonna do about it, Sable?" Padre said haughtily, looking over Sable's prone figure. "Out there's a crowd full of people. Humans, ese. No one's gonna want to see a reploid win. You've got no one backing you up." Padre started to walk away with Sable still on the ground. "Dream all you want, puta," he called back, "but you ain't never gonna be able to do what a real luchador can do." --- In a fit of despair, Sable threw the flashback ball down on the floor. The image dissipated immediately. "Hey! Be careful with that!" barked The Editor. Sable ignored him and started to slink towards one corner of the room. |
![]() My Characters: * The Geeky, Gregarious Gadgeteer and The Cautious, Curious Child * The Big, Brutish Brawler * The Sweet, Singing Southerner * The Streetwise Shape Shifter and The Powerful, Perceptive Parisian * The Scrappy Scarlet Speedster * The Thoughtful Therapist * The Brawny, Bubbly Blonde and The Cranky, Caustic Cook * The Sickeningly Psychotic Sadomasochist * The Loyal Latin Luchador and his Amulet Advisor * The Army's Avian Admiral * The Abhorrent Artist and his Mindless, Mumbling Mooks * The Snarky Satirist * The Eccentric, Engineering Entrepreneur Credit to Avi for the idea | |
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| Briansfox | Mar 19 2011, 08:24 PM Post #379 |
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The fine line between insanity and creativity
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"It was." said Myrrhet. "But alas, my contribution to the Alpha War was still too little too late. So, I joined Doppler Force to make up for that, not just for my benefit, but all metools." |
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Snipe Anteater: Only a fool seeks answers from a bowl of oatmeal. Generic villian: Are you calling me a fool?! Snipe Anteater: No, a bowl of oatmeal. | |
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| The Wildebeast | Mar 29 2011, 10:19 PM Post #380 |
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Yes, I know it's spelled "Wildebeest"
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"Well," said Quick Man, patting Myrrhet on the back, "you made the right choice. We here at Doppler Force are always making as much of a difference as we can." *** Lucha Sable continued to sulk in the corner. *** The Editor picked up the Flashback Ball and dusted it off, muttering swear words all the while. |
![]() My Characters: * The Geeky, Gregarious Gadgeteer and The Cautious, Curious Child * The Big, Brutish Brawler * The Sweet, Singing Southerner * The Streetwise Shape Shifter and The Powerful, Perceptive Parisian * The Scrappy Scarlet Speedster * The Thoughtful Therapist * The Brawny, Bubbly Blonde and The Cranky, Caustic Cook * The Sickeningly Psychotic Sadomasochist * The Loyal Latin Luchador and his Amulet Advisor * The Army's Avian Admiral * The Abhorrent Artist and his Mindless, Mumbling Mooks * The Snarky Satirist * The Eccentric, Engineering Entrepreneur Credit to Avi for the idea | |
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| Briansfox | Mar 30 2011, 04:27 AM Post #381 |
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"Thank you." said Myrrhet with a smile. Mistral walked over to Lucha Sable. "Is, something wrong? I take it you didn't want that part of your past exposed like that." |
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Snipe Anteater: Only a fool seeks answers from a bowl of oatmeal. Generic villian: Are you calling me a fool?! Snipe Anteater: No, a bowl of oatmeal. | |
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| The Wildebeast | Mar 31 2011, 09:15 PM Post #382 |
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Yes, I know it's spelled "Wildebeest"
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"I no- showed that event," Lucha Sable said ashamedly. "I was released the week after, and I would never get my shot at the title again. All because I'm a reploid." Sable's head hung down from his shoulders. "Maybe Padre was right, Mistral. Maybe we reploids can never be as good as the humans." |
![]() My Characters: * The Geeky, Gregarious Gadgeteer and The Cautious, Curious Child * The Big, Brutish Brawler * The Sweet, Singing Southerner * The Streetwise Shape Shifter and The Powerful, Perceptive Parisian * The Scrappy Scarlet Speedster * The Thoughtful Therapist * The Brawny, Bubbly Blonde and The Cranky, Caustic Cook * The Sickeningly Psychotic Sadomasochist * The Loyal Latin Luchador and his Amulet Advisor * The Army's Avian Admiral * The Abhorrent Artist and his Mindless, Mumbling Mooks * The Snarky Satirist * The Eccentric, Engineering Entrepreneur Credit to Avi for the idea | |
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| Briansfox | Apr 7 2011, 07:59 PM Post #383 |
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"It might not be my place to comment, but I don't think you should let prejudice stop you from achieving your dreams, Sable." said Mistral. "They were wrong to let you go just because of what you are. What matters is what's in your heart." |
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Snipe Anteater: Only a fool seeks answers from a bowl of oatmeal. Generic villian: Are you calling me a fool?! Snipe Anteater: No, a bowl of oatmeal. | |
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