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RP
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The room opened up to reveal weapons of all sorts attached to a great wall, down to knives, swords and pistols to automatic weaponry and snipers. Along the other side were grenades, grappling hooks, hover boots and communicators, alongside light body-fitting armour similar to a wetsuit.
“We will leave soon for the mission.”
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Geralt notices the look the girl bandaging herself gives him and flashes a smile along with a flick of his tail. Geralt notices the note that Ody gives to the human. I wonder if he is trying to pick her up. She looks good enough. Kinda pretty. Geralt then turns his attention back to the main man and notices he opened a hidden passageway. Well then. Geralt flicks his tail at the thought of seeing what lies within. Upon seeing the stash, his heart swells with joy.
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“Not a bad arsenal. Should need only two explosive grenades, some earpieces…” Odysseus begins<i> passing out the</i> equipment,<i> handing the two grenades to Gerald. </i>”Don’t drop these. Let’s see, one code index, and… I love these! Vac-Mines!” Odysseus glances at his pocket watch. “That should be all, but now I really need to go.” Odysseus’ hands are shaking quite badly now, as he steps out of the room.
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“Alright, I guess. Geralt, the OGA’s been around for almost an eon. I’ve been fighting them for 700 years. We’ll get to the OGA when I think you all are ready.”
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Kika looks a bit surprised, “Didn’t mean to offend. Manpower is a thing we may need later though.” She reads the paper and shrugs, pocketing it for later. She grabs the folder and follows the group, being sure to stay in the middle.
Kika looks around at the people. Rose-Katherine, a nice Ascendii with a heart, but maybe not in the right place. Jack, a mob-boss like leader with a huge weapon stash (note to self, get address of this place). Ody, the cyborg that was already suspicious of her. And the new guy…What kind of race was he? It slipped her mind at the moment.
She looks at the many weapons and nods a few times, looking at what the others will do, still holding the file in her hands, “Nice place.” She notices Ody give the new guy grenades. This may have been a mistake…
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Jack ran a hand through his tangled brown hair, sighing. At that moment his age had reflected outwards, showing the rough condition he was in. Although he had the appearance of a man in his mid-twenties, his patchy stubble and eyes circled in shadows were prominent on his face. He brushed off the worn down leather jacket he was wearing, jamming his hands in the pockets.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this. All of my old task force is dead or retired. I promised someone a while ago I’d never stop trying to help this universe. So let’s get started.”
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Unlike the others Rose stayed on the floor and didn’t move an inch. She blinked when she looked around the room, seems like everyone had their alliances figured out except her and the pup.
But the pup was snooping and the only other girl was busy. She hummed to herself as she pulled out of deck of cards seemingly from no where just to entertain herself. The Ascendii laid down four cards; one with a flood, one with a tank, one with a storm, and another with clouds. Rose frowned at them and put two aside that she will not look at. Then she put about five face down and frowned a bit more before smiling. The personality pocketed the cards she laid out muttering, “I wonder when Katherine will find my stash.”
She looked around the room once more, seems like she missed out on a lot, funny.
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*Gasp* Grenades! Woo! I’m gonna be one happy Lupide! Why thank you, I’ll make sure not to drop them or throw them at anybody here. Once acknowledging the man in charge, Geraly nods. Okay, I can’t argue with that logic, until you give me reason to. Kika is very observant. Staying quiet and watching us intently with those eyes of hers. I wonder what she is thinking. Probably is jealous that I got the grenades and she didn’t. Geralt moves towards the bolt action rifle on the wall after snatching a fully automatic one from the opposite wall. I’ve been waiting to get my hands on these guns for a long time. I’ll be damned if anyone tries to stop me from using these beauties. Geralt then waits for the rest of the group to grab their gear before grabbing anything else- after he snatches a grappling hook. Everyone needs a grappling hook. And boats. And hoes. Boats and hoes- and grappling hooks. That wounded girl, where is she? Geralt steps out to where Rose is and plops down about 5 feet from her. Hello there.
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Jack turned around, pacing nervously.
“Are those tarot cards? I used to be good at these.” Jack took the cards, flitting through them with scarred fingers and bruised knuckles, a half-smile on his face.
“This one means bad luck.” He held up a card of a hooded skeleton garbed in dark robes.
“And this one means…good luck.” He held up a card of a sun.
“So I guess you’ll have moderate luck.” He handed the cards back, cracking his knuckles.
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Rose raised an eyebrow and studied Geralt for a bit before smiling once more, “Hello, Mr. Fluffy. I like the tail.” Rose said honestly, not mocking the man in the slightest. “I see you have new weapons, happy aren’t you?”
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<i>”</i>So we done grabbing weapons? I’m not taking any, so hurry up. I’ll show you why I don’t need weapons.” Jack walked over to the fridge, bending down and grabbing the sides, lifting it into the air with ease, before setting it down.
“Ta-da.”
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Rose snatched them back, “I made a few myself, can’t keep to custom in any way bit still very accurate.” <i>The cards disappeared once she closed her palm. </i>
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Kika takes one of the earpieces and puts it on, activating the item and speaking into it, hearing her echo on the other side, “Test test…okay, it works.” She glaces at all of the other items on the tables, grabbing a silencer and putting it on the weapon she already had. Being very silent was a talent since her days of being Faye, and she would exploit the hell out of it. She also takes a spare magazine, adding it to her bag as she glances at the other two. They seemed to be getting along well. What was the guy’s name again? Geralt or something of that sort. She looks at Jack and smiles, “Should we grab some armor or leave it?” She asks, pointing to the suits behind her.
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Jack turned around, registering someone talking to him. The girl. Kika, or whatever.
“That depends on if you can take bullets and live.” Jack said jokingly, grinning.
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“May we go now?” The enthusiastic Ascendii finally stood, stretching way more than her injury should allow. She didn’t bother taking anything from the table although she looked at it in almost fascination and disgust.
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