Whatsyourface
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Jerrel looked around confused. “The fuck?” He then looked at Takra as he called him. “Aaaaah.” Jerrel says smiling as he nods his head down closing his eyes and pointing his finger up and down at Takra. “I see how it is brah. That’s good.” Jerrel smirks. “Imma have to watch yo ass…”
“Yeah G.” Jerrel says To Godal, agreeing with kit. “We fittna pick teams or what?”
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Jerrel took a stance as he looked at Baylet and Umbra, then caught the ball without looking at it. His sneakers making a brief skirt at he moves but doesn’t really flinch. He then holds the ball in his hand. “Alright.” Jerrel says to Umbra and Baylet. “Easy game. You take a ball. And throw it at someone to try and hit them. You can’t cross this line.” Jerrel points to the line in the middle of the gym.
“If you get hit with a ball, then you out. Unless you catch it. Then you can throw it back. But if you fail to catch it or get hit. You out. Don’t get hit. Should be more interestin’ with ya’ll. With everyone’s enhanced strength stuff. Ya’ll got questions.” Jerrel twirled the ball on his index finger as he looked at Umbra and Baylet.
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“We will decide when we reach the apartment.” Kal says as they walk and reach the wall. “I will remain close.” Kal jumped the wall and grabbed the ledge. Then jumped to the next building when no one was looking in the street.
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Jerrel did not respond to Takra. He was fueled further by insults anyone threw at him, as if he absorbed it, fed off it. Jerrel noticed Baylet was scared. He looked and saw Miwa’s wings. He was bit surprised in a curious way but not exactly in a way to make him gasp or noticably change his expression. “Huh. I was expectin’ you to have white. Those are still pretty cool though.” Jerrel said to Miwa. He looked at Baylet. “Chill, I don’t think she wanna hurt you…”
“20 laps? Alright That sounds cool. I’ll probably do that anyway after I’m done.” Jerrel says to Godal. “So who do we got? Who gonna be on who’s side? If everyone wanna go against me that’ll be fine. Otherwise I want him on my team.” Jerrel points over to Ash in the bleachers without looking at him. “And Baylet. Where the balls at? Or this a free for all? Ya’ll ready?” Jerrel said to everyone.
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Jack looked at woman. Pretty relieved she wasn’t really intent on harming or punishing him. He then broke out the steel restraints. Snapping the chain by pulling his arms. Then he pulled on each cuff and snapped them dropping to the floor. To the astonishment of many people in the room.
“My names Jack.” He rubs his wrists. “Tea sounds good.” He said politely as he sat down on the other end of the table. If someone would pour him a cup of tea, he would put a small amount of sugar in it and then drink it. “Was running from some…things to be honest. Some creatures. And then I wound up here. They can’t come in here anyway.” At least Jack hoped. He was not sure how well her men would fair against them. “Then they just attacked me. Probably mistaking me for some enemy or something.”
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A lady in the well designed corporate main room looked up at Zach and smiled. “Well hello there…Zach.” She looked up his name when he walked in and sounds a rather warm and a bit bubbly. “You don’t seem very eager. Tired?” She asks him. “Well, we had a Mister Dwight Howzer request for you to report to him. Arnold?” A man in a black suit with sun glasses walked up. Then she asked Arnold “would you take this man to briefing room B155?”
The man looked towards Zach. “Follow me.” He walked towards a hall to lead Zach to a room. After going up some stairs. The doors slid open for them, as they all sat in a pretty well lit metallic sort of room, with a large screen. Contrasting the rest of the building’s overall sleek appearance. Other men were sitting, some with itchy trigger fingers. Others relaxed. One guy looking around skeptically. Their armament varied.
Arnold pointed to another room to the side. “There is armor and equipment in that room. You will start shortly, once Chief Houser arrives in give or take twenty minutes he will debrief you.” Arnold turns around and starts walking away. “I would suggest that you start to prepare yourself.” He walks through the sliding doors and some people look at him as it closes behind him.
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Jerrel flings the doors open doors open as he struts in. “WHATS UP PEOPLE!!” He yells obnoxiously. “WHO READY TO GET DAT BUTT WHOOPED!!” Jerrel says taunting practically everybody in the gym, in a non profane way because Miwa was there. He wanted people to be at their best, and he was naturally a competitive person. “I don’t even care who captain more. Let’s all just play some doooooooodgebaaalll” Jerrel said singing the word dodgeball pretty well as he walked around in a pretty good mood.
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“I am unsure of what I wish to do. Perhaps simply find a forested area. Much like this. I wish yo gaze upon it with my eyes and hear it closely with my ears. Instead of from afar.” Kal says as it walks.
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It walked over to the truck as jet talked. Then it put one of its winged bat like hand under the truck. Then it picked one side of the truck and lifted it onto it’s side, and then it pushed the truck gently until it flipped over upside down. Then it opened its mouth and there wad a noise as a mound of trash tipped over. Then it covers the truck under roughly 1600 lbs of junk before the garbage slide stops right in front of it.
“Kal….” It said. “I did mention it was your choice. I accept Kal as my new name.” Jet never called him 48,and now it actually had something to call it by. Kal was satisfied with the new name it had received from it’s ally. Then it begins to walk back to the towards the city on two legs with it’s wings folded. Expecting Jet to follow.
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48 looks over to the ground and walks over. Jet’s mood made 48 curious as to why he was so happy. “Perhaps it would better to cover it in more trash. As burying these items could damage non plastic components.” 48 commented. “Making it harder for one human to move it.”
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48 had stored a mass of the collected items in an old pickup truck as Jet called him back. 48 looked in Jet direction as 48 pushed the truck along the mound. He had found numerous copper wires. Some old phones. Many rusted pipes A large pile of most of the things jet asked for. Though it wasn’t enough to fill back of the truck, it was a fairly large pile that 48 had dug deeply for and it filled out the bottom of the truck. “I have amassed a collections of the items you requested….”
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Mirabelle notices the Vorgun’s change. It must be the same kind of sweater Tas used to change herself. “I’ll sleep in here in the couch or on the ceiling. Both of you can have the rooms. I went to sleep earlier. So you both can have a room.” Mirabelle sits on the sofa firmly, and she won’t accept either bedroom. “I don’t wanna goto sleep yet. I’m not tired! I went to sleep before.” She says again. “So you guys can goto bed…” Mirabelle swings her feet in the chair forward and back idly.
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“This place is only a fraction of what is in your potential reach.” The man says in reply to blues.
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Iris looked up at Shizu and nodded. “It’s ok.” Iris smiled. “It sounds kinda fun.” Irises eyes go off in some direction. “There are some that way…” She said pointing to her right. “I think so anyway…” If Shizu goes off in the direction Iris points, there will indeed be horses wandering there. But Iris will follow Shizu because she knows the place best.
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The man, named Jack stands with some fallen soldiers near him as he puts his knife away. The area descends into night as looks the area over. He pulls up some info on this place looking through his phone. Seems like this whole place was made for one woman. Another subject. Perhaps it would be best for him to see her. Perhaps she can help him. Or maybe she needed his help. And so the man opted to walk over to the village’s gates. Where is immediately stopped by her men.
The man slowly puts his hands up not trying to be hostile not holding any guns or weapons. “Uh huh…I just know this is gonna go fuckin’ swell…” They do Especially after having watched this man fight. And then went off to alert the queen to this man’s attempt at entering as he stood there.
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The man looks at blues. “It seems the decision is yours, friend.” The man said simply to him.
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“Noted. I will search for these things for you. Should you require assistance. Simply call for my aid.” And with that. 48 made a lower cackling jumped give or take 200 feet into the air clear over a mound. As it begins digging through junk in another area of the junkyard. Rummaging through old computers and finding old phones. Things it recognized and knew as electronics.
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Towards Jet’s statement of doing damage, it replies “As much damage as I am required.” 48 looked at Jet as he began to explain that it did not need to do all of these things. That it no longer had to be a weapon and no longer had to be a weapon. To be commanded was not something 48 desired to be. It was not being commanded however, it was here of it’s own free will.
48 opened it’s mouth and let out a sort of loud noise to see everything for about 5000 feet. Nearly a mile out it would map the area out and see if there was anything ahead in the junkyard. If there was something there, 48 would detect it unless it was intangible. It would alert jet as they walk and only pause if he paused. 48 did not respond to Jet’s thoughts, as it was as incapable of hearing them as anything else.