OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"
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				Title: <strong>OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lancis</strong> on <strong>19-01-2008, 16:07:46</strong>
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				Lillith and Max both speed down highways towards their Destinations... along the way Lillith recieves a message and pulls over... her brother has been spotted rumored to be in the area of Lost Vegas...<br><br><br>Gamera recieves a message of her own from a Courier... when she opens it a screen flashes to life "Congrats! You have won an all expenses paid trip to Lost Vegas! Including money to gamble with, up to 3 grand could be yours!" the screen blanks and flashes ato a gps styled map pointing towards vegas...<br><br>Allison's world stays the same but little does she know.. its about to change drastically.. three roads will soon diverge right where she is... <br><br>The world... may never be the same again for any of them.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 15:29:56</strong>
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				At a taco stand in the middle of nowhere, while she enjoys a mesquite grilled triple-alarm ostrich taco with all the trimmings, HellBabe is interrupted by a messenger imp, who pops up in a cloud of foul-smelling vapor...<br><br>And halts in alarm as it finds itself looking down the twin barrels of a sawed off shotgun wielded by the proprietor!<br><br>"It's okay, Luis," HellBabe mumbles around her mouthful.&nbsp; "He's prob'ly here for me."&nbsp; She wipes her mouth and turns to the imp.&nbsp; "Brother Luis, here, is a member of the Order of Saint Cecil.&nbsp; You know.&nbsp; The Inquisition?&nbsp; So those are probably blessed slugs in his shotgun.&nbsp; You have thirty seconds, pukeface."<br><br>The imp squeaks in alarm.<br><br>"Ahem!&nbsp; From Her Infernal Impressiveness to the Lady..."<br><br>Brother Luis growls, his finger tightening on the trigger.&nbsp; The imp sweats.<br><br>"Errr...skipping the formalities, rumor has it that your quarry is in Lost Vegas.&nbsp; That's all.&nbsp; Bye!"<br><br>The imp vanishes in another puff of smoke, far less sulfurous.&nbsp; Scarfing down the last of her taco, HellBabe stretches and yawns.<br><br>"Crap!&nbsp; I <em>hate</em> Lost Vegas.&nbsp; Too damn many Elvis impersonators!"<br><br>"You're going anyway?"<br><br>"I gotta.&nbsp; I'm on a misson from Mom.&nbsp; Thanks for the chow, Luis."<br><br>"De nada, senorita!&nbsp; I still owe you from that time with the guy and the thing and I've never forgotten."<br><br>Laughing, she heads back for her bike, kicks the starter, and roars off toward the distant city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 16:53:44</strong>
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				Gamera looks at the piece of paper, wondering what gambling is or money, being well not human and from another part of the galaxy. But she has to study humans and learn more so might be useful. So after seeing about directions she takes off first turning into little Gamera then with lots of lights becomes giant Gamera she will need the jet power of her flames to travel there in a few hours, but adds a show of force over Japan and to let all the children know she is protecting them.<br><br>And flies over the Pacific Ocean....
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-01-2008, 17:35:34</strong>
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				Alison zips around the Ozzy's, serving orders and chatting up customers with expert precision.&nbsp; A few hours into the day, she returns to the kitchen, ducking a bolt of inexplicable dark magic as she goes, and catches herself on a conveniently-placed pole inside, spinning to a stop.<br><br>"Eric, hon?" she calls to one of the line cooks, as she quickly oils her skates and tests the spin of the wheels with one finger, before washing her hands.&nbsp; "Izzit just my imagination, or are the customers a little more, um, interesting than normal today?"<br><br>The man scratches his head, obviously not paying attention to what's happening outside the kitchen.&nbsp; That's <em>her</em> job.&nbsp; "Dunno.&nbsp; I mean, one of 'em wanted triple relish on his turkey, I guess."<br><br>She sighs, snatching up another tray of food.&nbsp; "Oh well.&nbsp; S'probably just something on in town today.&nbsp; Weird I didn't hear anything about it, though..."&nbsp; Whipping around the pole for momentum, she rolls right out the door.&nbsp; If they're not the usual Lost Vegas crowd, maybe she can get some decent tips out of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lancis</strong> on <strong>26-01-2008, 14:37:12</strong>
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				Max sees the remains of the wrecked sign that used to to say "Welcome to Las Vegas" and smiles pulling up into this dive of a restuarant he had seen before... he drops off his passengers here and something tells him he should hang out a bit so ordering some food he sits and waits.<br><br><br><br>Around that time overhead Gamera gets a sudden wing cramp forcing her to land right behind the very same restuarant...<br><br>Lillith driving up into the city sees a rather large winged beast land behind a restaurant and at first glance from the distance thinks it to be a demon...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2008, 17:57:04</strong>
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				"What the...?"<br><br>Never one to think overmuch in the heat of the moment, HellBabe slows down just enough to spin her bike in a half-cookie, then speeds back the way she came for about a block before spinning around again to line up with the back of a derelict vehicle-carrier with the ramp down and the derelict corpses of half a dozen Chevys on board.&nbsp; Revving her engine, she launches the bike forward and up the ramp, intending to fly high in the air so that she can get a few decent warning shots into the Great Demonic Beast hovering over the local Ozzie's!<br><br>(Roll Result: MadPanda rolled: 3d6, keeping 1 dice,<br>Comment: Daring Stunt roll<br>Result: 3, 3, 2, <br>Total: 3)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lancis</strong> on <strong>31-01-2008, 23:58:15</strong>
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				The shots spread wide doing absolutely nothing... GAmera lands safely and has a chance to respond tp the one firing on her....<br>+
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				Title: <strong>Re: OctaNe: Trash Culture America--- "Roads Diverged"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-02-2008, 05:44:08</strong>
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				ooc: Gamera doesn't have wings she like her daddy is a huge turtle (Godzilla sized) that generates flaming jets from where the legs are when tucked in and spins taking to the air. I will post something to give more information on the mighty Gamera. Did I mention think really big. In her human form she is less impressive but near naked and well hot if your into half-orcs in DnD but shapelier. And yes she has armor in battle form its called a shell of silicon she is silicon based. <br><br>The shots land into her shell its hard to miss a huge turtle she lands and walks around the building not wanting to realy hurt anyone that is a good walk for a two hundred plus foot long turtle. Mostly to see what is going on.<br><br>In well monster she is saying although mostly whining roars and sounds: <em>What the hell are you shooting at?!?!</em><br><br>Of course she most likely figures its just angry. Crushing some porr cars as she clumbsily walks around the building is not helping. Well giant defender monsters usually do good amounts of collateral damage. lol<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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