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Brad continues slowly after them, stopping every now and then, but his movements became more fluid and normal when he was with the others. Soon, he was able to keep up with them as they followed the wolves, which Brad did not care for very much. Brad still continues getting one image over and over again. A dead man with multiple pieces of shrapnel stuck in him lied staring at a flashing red light, and Brad almost cries every time it happens as he feels very close to the man. Brad looks down a separate branch of buildings that were using flames to melt metal. That's when it happens... Brad cries in pain for one second, then drops to the ground, sinking into memories after just having his heart stop, the battery in his chest barely keeping him alive by shocking it with 50 volts every half a minute. This is when Brad the weapon, regains every... single... one... of his memories.
(Should I start now or wait for a bit for you guys to post? I am going to describe a string of short memories that correspond with each other, kind of like Call of Duty: Black Ops TM)
(Should I start now or wait for a bit for you guys to post? I am going to describe a string of short memories that correspond with each other, kind of like Call of Duty: Black Ops TM)
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It was dark. Very few of the lights above were on, mainly at the middle of the building. As soon as the group entered, it was clear that there were far more then two of the Wolves. At least two dozen of the dark creatures were scattered around the building, most of them were visible solely from the yellow glow of their eyes, all staring at them. Some had black longbows and quivers strapped to their backs, others had longswords. Hanging on the ceiling and slumped against the walls were unknown shapes, hidden by the darkness. Topple kept a straight face as he lead the group. He told one of the wolves escorting them to wait outside, as one more might be coming. Once they reached the center there was no more lights, only a wall of darkness. "I'll get 'em. You wait here."
It was dark. Very few of the lights above were on, mainly at the middle of the building. As soon as the group entered, it was clear that there were far more then two of the Wolves. At least two dozen of the dark creatures were scattered around the building, most of them were visible solely from the yellow glow of their eyes, all staring at them. Some had black longbows and quivers strapped to their backs, others had longswords. Hanging on the ceiling and slumped against the walls were unknown shapes, hidden by the darkness. Topple kept a straight face as he lead the group. He told one of the wolves escorting them to wait outside, as one more might be coming. Once they reached the center there was no more lights, only a wall of darkness. "I'll get 'em. You wait here."
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Theo stood boldly. At that point he had decided that since the strongest person now had a few screws loose, he should be stronger, at least in spirit. He wanted to meet this person.
Theo had hid hand on the hilt of his weapon, ready to pull it into action. He sensed there was multiple wolves, so it was a safety precaution. He didn't trust them. He was prepared to defend his group.
Theo had hid hand on the hilt of his weapon, ready to pull it into action. He sensed there was multiple wolves, so it was a safety precaution. He didn't trust them. He was prepared to defend his group.
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(okay, here it goes. I hope you know that there will be at least three posts involved, right? Space issues and all of that jazz.)
It was raining when Brad had gotten into the accident. There was a drive by shooting earlier that day, and Brad was being chased through alleys because he was involved. He came out into a main street as the car came flying towards his running figure. As the floating car, like in so many sci-fi books made, was about to hit him, an oil truck pulled around the corner. The explosion caused flames that Brad remembers feeling like a campfire with twenty times the impact. He was sent flying onto the sidewalk that had enough water to get half way up his face. He was half drowning in the puddle as the flames hit, burning the other half of his body to a crisp.
He went into a sort of painless trance after feeling the flames, having all of the senses but touch and sound still working. He also lost track of time, seeing an ambulance take him away, then being rushed to the ER, then waking up to see a bunch of burnt skin that he thought was burnt steak.
His thoughts finally became clear when he woke up in the daytime, feeling most of his body and hearing people talking outside of his room. He looked around and smelled pizza from the Pizza Hut across the street, and he also tasted copper in his mouth. Brad's dad walks in, and a flash of his body lying on the ground with shrapnel protruding from it appeared before it goes back to the hospital memory, with his dad coming to sit on the edge of his bed to touch his right foot. Strange, I can feel nothing in footsie... (keep in mind this is a 7 year old, so expect poor speech.) Brad looks up and sees his father's eyes with tears of joy and sadness mixed. Daddy, what's wrong? His father looks at him. Despite the fact that he hasn't remembered his father's voice, he remembers everything he says. Son, there was an accident, and you got a very big... owie... the nice doctors did their best to fix what happened, but they couldn't fix your owie all the way. Brad is scared as he notices for the first time that he can't feel the right side of his body.
Brad lifts his arm up and removes the bandages, revealing the metal arm, leg, and half of his body. He doesn't know what's happening at first, but he doesn't like it. Then a military general barges into the room with two armed soldiers behind him. In the future, the military could come and take your kids away without any warning and the population had to accept this. Brad still remembers the voice of the general he didn't like very much, commanding his father. Mr. T, your son has become a military interest. The doctors have told us that he has recovered, so we are taking him with us. Let's go boys, grab the package! One of the soldiers hold back Mr. Tucker as the other grabs Brad and leaves, but this is not the last time Brad sees his father.
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It was raining when Brad had gotten into the accident. There was a drive by shooting earlier that day, and Brad was being chased through alleys because he was involved. He came out into a main street as the car came flying towards his running figure. As the floating car, like in so many sci-fi books made, was about to hit him, an oil truck pulled around the corner. The explosion caused flames that Brad remembers feeling like a campfire with twenty times the impact. He was sent flying onto the sidewalk that had enough water to get half way up his face. He was half drowning in the puddle as the flames hit, burning the other half of his body to a crisp.
He went into a sort of painless trance after feeling the flames, having all of the senses but touch and sound still working. He also lost track of time, seeing an ambulance take him away, then being rushed to the ER, then waking up to see a bunch of burnt skin that he thought was burnt steak.
His thoughts finally became clear when he woke up in the daytime, feeling most of his body and hearing people talking outside of his room. He looked around and smelled pizza from the Pizza Hut across the street, and he also tasted copper in his mouth. Brad's dad walks in, and a flash of his body lying on the ground with shrapnel protruding from it appeared before it goes back to the hospital memory, with his dad coming to sit on the edge of his bed to touch his right foot. Strange, I can feel nothing in footsie... (keep in mind this is a 7 year old, so expect poor speech.) Brad looks up and sees his father's eyes with tears of joy and sadness mixed. Daddy, what's wrong? His father looks at him. Despite the fact that he hasn't remembered his father's voice, he remembers everything he says. Son, there was an accident, and you got a very big... owie... the nice doctors did their best to fix what happened, but they couldn't fix your owie all the way. Brad is scared as he notices for the first time that he can't feel the right side of his body.
Brad lifts his arm up and removes the bandages, revealing the metal arm, leg, and half of his body. He doesn't know what's happening at first, but he doesn't like it. Then a military general barges into the room with two armed soldiers behind him. In the future, the military could come and take your kids away without any warning and the population had to accept this. Brad still remembers the voice of the general he didn't like very much, commanding his father. Mr. T, your son has become a military interest. The doctors have told us that he has recovered, so we are taking him with us. Let's go boys, grab the package! One of the soldiers hold back Mr. Tucker as the other grabs Brad and leaves, but this is not the last time Brad sees his father.
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(5 years later, in a town called Gruts'heim in future Germany)
Brad leads his squad forward, using their heat reducing camouflage to sneak up to the German guards and assassinate them. His human hand covered one of their mouths and brought up the knife with the speed of a viper, slicing the guard's throat. The other units in his squadron got the other two guards, but Brad was impressed that it had gone this quickly. This had been his fastest assassination mission yet thanks to his training and the multiple adjustments to his metal body parts, but him and his squadron still had more to do in this place. A group of German scientists were creating a prototype war machine that had an A.I chip that allowed him to control all of his own motor functions that was programmed to be on the front lines of battle. If the briefing was correct, Brad wouldn't stand a chance against such a powerful adversary on his own. They had to kill the scientists, and fast.
Brad and the squad infiltrated the lab, and quickly realized that this was going to be much easier than anticipated. There were separate cubicles that the scientists worked in, and there were large metal double doors at the end of the hallway. The best soldier goes to the end of the hallway while the other three clear out the nine cubicles, splitting it perfectly among them. Brad has no trouble clearing out the three cubicles, but the fourth Cries in pain before going silent. The three soldiers run to the end of the hallway and burst through the double doors, seeing the first ever prototype of the war machine project, or Metall- Kämpfer (Metal Fighter) in the room with two blades stabbed through the soldier. Brad and the other two step forward as the war machine drops the soldier to the ground. It turns to them and extends the blades in a matter of seconds, stabbing both of the soldiers directly through their hearts and killing them almost instantly. Brad looks at the dead bodies with fear, anger, and disgust. David!!! James!!! Carl!!! NO!!! Brad flicks his hand, extending his arm blade after switching his knife to the other hand. He activates the laser in his robotic eye, melting an inch of it's metal frame. He stops, realizing it would take too much energy and it wouldn't even kill the thing. The machine draws back the blades, forming them back into hands and lifting them to his face as he begins to circle him like in a boxing match. I am MF37, or Mark, the first ever war machine to walk the earth. I have heard of you cyborg, as my A.I has been keeping up with current events. You are the undercover agent Brad Tucker, assassin for the U.S military Black Ops group, funded by the government itself. You shall be defeated this day!
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Brad leads his squad forward, using their heat reducing camouflage to sneak up to the German guards and assassinate them. His human hand covered one of their mouths and brought up the knife with the speed of a viper, slicing the guard's throat. The other units in his squadron got the other two guards, but Brad was impressed that it had gone this quickly. This had been his fastest assassination mission yet thanks to his training and the multiple adjustments to his metal body parts, but him and his squadron still had more to do in this place. A group of German scientists were creating a prototype war machine that had an A.I chip that allowed him to control all of his own motor functions that was programmed to be on the front lines of battle. If the briefing was correct, Brad wouldn't stand a chance against such a powerful adversary on his own. They had to kill the scientists, and fast.
Brad and the squad infiltrated the lab, and quickly realized that this was going to be much easier than anticipated. There were separate cubicles that the scientists worked in, and there were large metal double doors at the end of the hallway. The best soldier goes to the end of the hallway while the other three clear out the nine cubicles, splitting it perfectly among them. Brad has no trouble clearing out the three cubicles, but the fourth Cries in pain before going silent. The three soldiers run to the end of the hallway and burst through the double doors, seeing the first ever prototype of the war machine project, or Metall- Kämpfer (Metal Fighter) in the room with two blades stabbed through the soldier. Brad and the other two step forward as the war machine drops the soldier to the ground. It turns to them and extends the blades in a matter of seconds, stabbing both of the soldiers directly through their hearts and killing them almost instantly. Brad looks at the dead bodies with fear, anger, and disgust. David!!! James!!! Carl!!! NO!!! Brad flicks his hand, extending his arm blade after switching his knife to the other hand. He activates the laser in his robotic eye, melting an inch of it's metal frame. He stops, realizing it would take too much energy and it wouldn't even kill the thing. The machine draws back the blades, forming them back into hands and lifting them to his face as he begins to circle him like in a boxing match. I am MF37, or Mark, the first ever war machine to walk the earth. I have heard of you cyborg, as my A.I has been keeping up with current events. You are the undercover agent Brad Tucker, assassin for the U.S military Black Ops group, funded by the government itself. You shall be defeated this day!
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Mark charges at Brad and brad ducks the punch, rolling behind the 10 foot tall machine to deliver a punch. The machine has a twist-able waistline, meaning that he brought his swing around and collided fists with Brad, sending Brad flying across the room and breaking the window. Brad recovers himself and there, monitoring Mark's body with a computer, was Brad's father. Dad? Wha *wince* what are you doing here? Mr. T turns in his chair and sees his son with joyful eyes. He began to explain immediately, telling him that the German military had secreted him away to a lab, where there were drafts and copies from the last war machine, and they had every single part they needed. Mr. T looks at brad and says So son, what is the plan? Brad points to the computer and says Can you deactivate this stupid machine? Mr T got to work immediately, slowing Mark down so he could get a clearer shot. Brad is about to step out when a metal rope wraps around him and throws him into a heart moniter that was probably left from when this place was a hospital. Brad picks himself up to see that Marks arm had turned into a chain with a blade on the end of it. In the other hand was a shield he had made, and he shot it, shooting a saw blade that almost decapitated Brad. It flew back and reloaded itself, clicking once it was done. While Brad was focused on that, Mark flicked his wrist and sent the blade flying towards Brad. The blade hit the metal side of Brad's body, and it dropped to the ground when it didn't have the desired effects. Mark slows down exponentially as Mr T comes out and says I've done it son! Brad nods and rushes forward, hitting him with his metal appendages only. Mark catches one of Brad's kicks and swings him over his head, slamming him on the ground and breaking 4 of his ribs and dislocating his real leg. Then Mark opens his mouth, showing a cannon which had a bunch of small pellets that broke when they shot. It would have definitely killed Brad if Mr T hadn't pressed the self destruct button hidden under a piece of metal on his back. Mark begins a countdown after he closes his mouth again. Mr T helps Brad onto his feet and gets him to the door, but shoves him through the door as there are only three seconds left. Mr T runs to a button on the wall and presses it, closing off all exits with metal walls. Mr T does not have time to take cover as Mark explodes right after the doors were closed. The doors open back up and Brad runs to Mr T and sees his body, barely alive, with shrapnel sticking out all over his body, but Mr T is still alive and Brad leans down to his ear as he says something quietly. The American government... has become a corrupt place son... It is lead by a mad-man... named Dr. Fredrique... He's insane... You... must... stop him. Then Ron Tucker drew his final breath before dying in his son's arms. Brad then sets his father down after crying for an hour straight and goes to the AI chip, which was still perfectly intact. He puts it in the meta side of his head and hears a voice in his head then. I am John, a spirit attached to this chip that people call an AI. I am truly a spirit, but don't try to take me out, because you can't.
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(3 Years later, at the white house in Washington D.C)
Brad walked towards the main room where Dr. Fredrique (AKA Fred) was speaking to the president about launching a project he called B. B. C. Brad opened the door and saw Dr. Fredrique activate what looked like a portal. Project B. B. C. was just giving you the ability to make a portal? You killed all of these people because you wanted to make a portal!!! Dr Fredrique smiles and shoots the president and says [BCOLOR=#ffffff]No young agent Brad, it is a time machine that will allow me to go back in time and kill the German leader before any of this starts, then I will be a hero and stop the war before it starts! Nuking each other got a lot of people killed, including my daughter, so doing this will allow her to live all of her life in peace. Would you like to see proof that it works? If it does, than the president won't even know I shot him.[/BCOLOR] Then Fred throws the dead body through the portal. About five seconds later, the president came out of nowhere alive and well. Brad charges towards Fred, yelling Just because you have the ability to doesn't mean you can just go and kill someone in the name of your daughter! Brad slashes at Fred as he sprints towards him, but Fred is actually very agile and he dodges Brad, making him stand between the portal and Fred. Fredrique pulls out a gun and shoots Brad through the head, splattering his brains and making him fly through the portal.
Brad wakes up looking at a blue sky in the middle of a desert. Brad doesn't remember anything from this point because the part of the brain tht keeps your memories was destroyed. Brad turns and sees a rider, so Brad stops him and asks him for help. He does, as he is convinced that Brad is just another alien. He passes Brad a mask and says "Put this on, people will freak out if they see your face. The nearest town is Bulhit Town, it's a few days from here and I am already full. See you later alien!" Then the rider speeds off into the distance on his horse, sending up puffs of dust as it clomped against the sand.
Brad walks for three days, arriving in Bulhit Town. He starts to walk, but is pulled aside by three thugs. Give me your wallet kid! (If you can't tell, this is where the RP started) I'm fine, thank you... Brad begins to walk away when he is grabbed and punched in the face a few times, breaking his mask and revealing his half metal face. Brad puts his hands up to his face and says Alright, now that I'm ready, bring it on!
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Brad walked towards the main room where Dr. Fredrique (AKA Fred) was speaking to the president about launching a project he called B. B. C. Brad opened the door and saw Dr. Fredrique activate what looked like a portal. Project B. B. C. was just giving you the ability to make a portal? You killed all of these people because you wanted to make a portal!!! Dr Fredrique smiles and shoots the president and says [BCOLOR=#ffffff]No young agent Brad, it is a time machine that will allow me to go back in time and kill the German leader before any of this starts, then I will be a hero and stop the war before it starts! Nuking each other got a lot of people killed, including my daughter, so doing this will allow her to live all of her life in peace. Would you like to see proof that it works? If it does, than the president won't even know I shot him.[/BCOLOR] Then Fred throws the dead body through the portal. About five seconds later, the president came out of nowhere alive and well. Brad charges towards Fred, yelling Just because you have the ability to doesn't mean you can just go and kill someone in the name of your daughter! Brad slashes at Fred as he sprints towards him, but Fred is actually very agile and he dodges Brad, making him stand between the portal and Fred. Fredrique pulls out a gun and shoots Brad through the head, splattering his brains and making him fly through the portal.
Brad wakes up looking at a blue sky in the middle of a desert. Brad doesn't remember anything from this point because the part of the brain tht keeps your memories was destroyed. Brad turns and sees a rider, so Brad stops him and asks him for help. He does, as he is convinced that Brad is just another alien. He passes Brad a mask and says "Put this on, people will freak out if they see your face. The nearest town is Bulhit Town, it's a few days from here and I am already full. See you later alien!" Then the rider speeds off into the distance on his horse, sending up puffs of dust as it clomped against the sand.
Brad walks for three days, arriving in Bulhit Town. He starts to walk, but is pulled aside by three thugs. Give me your wallet kid! (If you can't tell, this is where the RP started) I'm fine, thank you... Brad begins to walk away when he is grabbed and punched in the face a few times, breaking his mask and revealing his half metal face. Brad puts his hands up to his face and says Alright, now that I'm ready, bring it on!
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The total death count Brad had achieved over the 8 years he had been a cyborg was 531,672 killed and 27 enemies left alive. The military had turned Brad into a weapon. Brad is known as Brad the Weapon, and he goes off his rocker when he wakes up.
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(Sorry it took so long to respond, I slept in.) Lilith had turned to Brad and bent over to make sure he was alright. "Brad? What happened? Are you okay?" She asked, sounding worried. She remembered that John could talk to her and started asking him questions. She only knew his name from earlier when Brad talked to him. "John, you're the one who lives inside him, what's wrong with him?"
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Theo stood beside the two, he silently took out his sword in case he needed to defend them. No one in this town played by the rules, so he was prepared to fight for the two until Brad recovered.
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There was the sound of boots striding towards them when suddenly all the lights flashed on. It was not a pretty sight, corpses sat against the walls as the Wolves ate them. Bodybags hung overhead supported by hooks and chains. Before them stood a man. He wore a tan treanchcoat and a black eyepatch where a wicked scar sliced through his right eye.
Yes I KNOW he looks like a pirate, use your vast imaginations.
"Fucking finally!" He says, tossing his hands into the air. "Does the word 'soon' mean anything to you idiots?! *Sigh* Apparently not." His eye looked each of them up and down. "A half elf, a shape shifter, and a metal freak. Might work." He shrugged his shoulders. "Well? You got names or what?"
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(Ohmg it's England from hetalia!!! Ok, fangirling done. Continue)
Theo held his ground, though it was obvious he was uncomfortable and disgusted.He was starting to get headache and hadn't realized the smell or his headache until the lights came on.
"My name is Theo. The shape-shifter is Lilith. The guy on the ground is Brad." He pointed his sword toward Grim, but gagged before he could continue. He regained his composure and kept from vomiting and asked "what do you want?"
Theo held his ground, though it was obvious he was uncomfortable and disgusted.He was starting to get headache and hadn't realized the smell or his headache until the lights came on.
"My name is Theo. The shape-shifter is Lilith. The guy on the ground is Brad." He pointed his sword toward Grim, but gagged before he could continue. He regained his composure and kept from vomiting and asked "what do you want?"
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Lilith looked at him, and scowled.
"How did you know what I am...?" She asked being cautious.
Lilith looked at him, and scowled.
"How did you know what I am...?" She asked being cautious.
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Brad opens his eyes, breathing in sharply and coughing out blood. His heart beat resumed as he stood and looked at his hands. He looks up at the three people, plus the wolves with an emotionless stare that would put chills through the devil himself. John laughs as Brad pulls off the mask and throws it, sending it flying 5 yards into a small bucket of other melted metal. FINALLY! Now I don't have to be stuck with that pitiful child. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you; BRAD, The Ultimate Weapon, MASTER assassin AND destroyer of an ENTIRE STATE! Not only that, but a mass murderer with a kill streak of over 500,000 people and soon to be more. John's voice caused Brad to bleed through the crack between his metal face and his normal face, but he remains emotionless as he wipes it off and licks the blood off his hand. Then Brad looks down at the metal parts of his body, studying them. Motor controls functional, testing scanning systems... Leidista, shapeshifter, currently helping me in my mission to regain my memory... mission complete. Theo, half elf humanoid system, thief class, recently summoned to the house of Grim. Grim, master gunman, feared bandit, supernatural being. Scanning complete, weapon testing begins now. Brad flicks a blade in and out of his metal hand a few times, then throws it at the wall, penetrating it. It flies back to his hand because of magnetism, and his metal fingers taper to a point and do the same thing, but at the speed and velocity of a 22 Caliber bullet. He lasers the wall with a beam from his eye, burning a futuristic writing into it. Brad presses a certain point on his arm and it shoots a remote controlled ball. It rolls to a hole in the wall and explodes, knocking most of the wall to the ground. a gun pops out of his wrist and he shoots a plasma shell, knocking the rest of the wall to the ground. He then uses one more weapon, a plasma sword much like a katana. He swings it back and forth in an X, slicing the rubble into smaller pieces. Weapon testing complete, John, any threats? Then lets go. Brad turns to leave but turns and says over his shoulder Grim, whatever you think you can do to me, don't... Theo, sorry to leave you like this but I told you it would be better if I stayed away from you. Lilith... thank you, you were a good friend to me for the short time you were. Tell Lou that I said good luck with the business. When Bones comes searching for me, just tell him that I'm long gone. Brad then turns and begins to walk away before John pipes in. As much of a bad-ass you are Brad, you need to wait here. There is something Grim needs from us, and he can help you get back to the future and kill the man that killed your father. Brad turns back to Grim and walks to him, obvious distaste in his eyes. Fine, what do you want?
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(Leidista?) She stood up, starting to glare slightly. She looked back at Grim and clenches her fists. "I wish to know the same thing." She said starting to sound angered, though keeping calm.
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(OCC: Thats ok! We'll just say he follows you guys around. You should probably read this though @Necropolis)
Grim looked at Brad's show of power like it was a poor puppet act. Once he was done with breaking his walls the outlaw of legend rolled his eye. "Was that really needed? Yea I get it," he then made a low and grumbly voice ",oooh I'm super awesome now so I should smash a wall to show everyone how powerful I am!" He rubbed his forehead and sighed, then looked over at Lilith and surprisingly smiled. "Ready to go huh? I like it. TOPPLE, GET THE BOARD!" Grim yelled over his shoulder. "By the way Metalhead, I am 100% certain that I can kill you. A little bird already informed of your stupid future robot adventure shit. Same one that told me your a shapeshifter girl." He pointed at a demon sitting in the far corner.
He was giving them a cold stare, even worse then Brad's. "He hates you guys. Hey Ticker! Go fix that wall already!" Grim ordered. Ticker, still giving them a death stare, went over to the crumbled wall and pulled out a gold pocket watch. He started to move the hands around as Grim explained that the board with the plan on it was in the basement.
Grim looked at Brad's show of power like it was a poor puppet act. Once he was done with breaking his walls the outlaw of legend rolled his eye. "Was that really needed? Yea I get it," he then made a low and grumbly voice ",oooh I'm super awesome now so I should smash a wall to show everyone how powerful I am!" He rubbed his forehead and sighed, then looked over at Lilith and surprisingly smiled. "Ready to go huh? I like it. TOPPLE, GET THE BOARD!" Grim yelled over his shoulder. "By the way Metalhead, I am 100% certain that I can kill you. A little bird already informed of your stupid future robot adventure shit. Same one that told me your a shapeshifter girl." He pointed at a demon sitting in the far corner.
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She blinked when he smiled at her then looked to the demon, glaring.
"Though if you harm Brad, I cannot say I won't harm you, pro gunner or not."
"Though if you harm Brad, I cannot say I won't harm you, pro gunner or not."
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Brad cocks his head as Grim mocks him, as if not understanding why he would say such things. Brad sighs and states I am afraid to inform you that you just don't scare me Grim, so let's just keep it at equal ground. I guess that your little "birdie" hasn't seen everything I can do yet. Forgive me for breaking your oh so precious wall, but if you had someone that can fix it, then why did you make such a big deal about it? Honestly, I wasn't trying to show my power, I just had to make sure everything was still working after such a long time of... Not being used. Brad then walks past Grim, slapping him softly on the shoulder as he passed.
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She looked at him, impressed by the fact that he just didn't care about threats.
"Looks like you have some competition, Grim." She said, sort of mockingly.
She figured it was best to follow Brad, and so she did.
"You may be... From the future, but I wouldn't go showing off my powers if I were you. People 'round these parts drown, shoot or even burn anyone they think are witches or demons. I'm already at risk showing my face at all. I took a huge risk in front of you when we first met. Don't be foolish like I tend to be. And I would watch out for Grim. Companion or not, he will not hesitate to shoot you if you manage to get on his bad side. From what I heard anyways." She began to look even more serious.
"We can't have you die before we get you back home, now can we...?" (The color changes to that if she's trying to be serious and/or intimidating. And not being able to change your color is fine. I may not change my color either, and if I don't I'm on mobile.)
"Looks like you have some competition, Grim." She said, sort of mockingly.
She figured it was best to follow Brad, and so she did.
"You may be... From the future, but I wouldn't go showing off my powers if I were you. People 'round these parts drown, shoot or even burn anyone they think are witches or demons. I'm already at risk showing my face at all. I took a huge risk in front of you when we first met. Don't be foolish like I tend to be. And I would watch out for Grim. Companion or not, he will not hesitate to shoot you if you manage to get on his bad side. From what I heard anyways." She began to look even more serious.
"We can't have you die before we get you back home, now can we...?" (The color changes to that if she's trying to be serious and/or intimidating. And not being able to change your color is fine. I may not change my color either, and if I don't I'm on mobile.)
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