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Post by Lans on Feb 21, 2008 1:48:51 GMT -5
"At the moment, I am your god," Inari answered simply as he marched the wolf down the hall. They paused for a moment as Inari opened the door to the base's small detention center. Then motioned Lance inside as he moved over to a small control console near the back of the room. "The one on the left," he told Lance, motioning towards one of the cells.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 21, 2008 4:15:03 GMT -5
"Yeah. Like hell you are." Lance growled, reluctantly following Inari's order.
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Post by Lans on Feb 21, 2008 11:17:51 GMT -5
"Oh? Think about it. On a whim I could simply kill you now with a simply shot to the back of your head. Or maybe I'd aim just slightly off, and leave you a drooling vegetable instead. Or maybe I could just stun you and then dissasemble you, piece by piece. You see? I control your fate, so you should feel grateful I'm in too much of a hurry to be less than merciful." He then did something with the controls, opening the cell. "Now get in, I've wasted enough time with you."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 23, 2008 5:33:40 GMT -5
That only means you have a god COMPLEX, Lance thought angrily. "Yeah. Whatever. So are you gonna tell me where I am and why the hell I'm being treated like a prisoner?"
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Post by Lans on Feb 23, 2008 23:15:56 GMT -5
Inari just grinned nastily. "You're in hell, enjoy your stay," he said, then with a twist of a switch, caused the cell door to slide shut. "As for why you're here," he began as he started to leave, "Lets just say that part of its because you're a moron in any universe, Lance, and that I'm glad I finally have proof of that."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 24, 2008 2:32:21 GMT -5
Lance stared at the door as it closed. Vaguely he wondered how that wolf knew his name, not really realizing the potential that a counterpart of his own may exist, but it no longer mattered. What mattered was that he was confused, angry, had had his life threatened, and this puny little runt of a wolf had insulted him for the last time. His bristles raised up, lips curling back to expose his teeth, and his fists clenched together tightly as he emanated a deep rumbling growl. He organic pupil constricted, and his robotic eye began to glow fiercely. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A MORON I AM YOU #$&^%#$ LITTLE EGOTIST! THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE NOT IN PIECES IS I'M SUCH A NICE GUY!" he howled furiously. Immediately after that a series of loud crashes could be heard, dents beginning to appear in the thick steel door. Inari may have been surprised, for it was definitely something the Lance he was familiar with wouldn't have been able to do.
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Post by Raki on Feb 24, 2008 11:56:27 GMT -5
MEANWHILE![dice=2] FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! THANK... well, someone, HE WAS FREE AT LAST! ... now what then? Ah right, hanger bay. OFF HE WAS THEN. And... the computer was watching the event between Inari and Lance with... amusement.[rand=2414357223706155269100389028517346818431982163897656286297580531]
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Post by Lans on Feb 24, 2008 22:51:34 GMT -5
Inari didn't even look back as he headed towards the hanger. The door would hold long enough. "HOPE, security lockdown of the detention section of the base, lethal countermeasures authorized in case of escape," he said to the computer. "That's an order," he added, just to make sure the glitched thing would listen.
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Post by Raki on Feb 25, 2008 22:12:43 GMT -5
The computer made a 'hmm' sound, but did as it was told. And, privately, spoke to Lance. "May be you sh ould count to 10."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Mar 2, 2008 1:14:03 GMT -5
It was good advice. Too bad Lance wasn't listening and he continued to beat his fists into the door.
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Post by Raki on Mar 18, 2008 13:33:30 GMT -5
"Tha t door is significan tly mo re solid then you are. I don't know what it is you hope to ac complish." There was a pause as the computer pondered over the situation. "I thi nk you need t o calm down. Perhaps some clas sical music may ass ist." That said, the intercom began to play a bit of music. The problem was, however, it was playing it just a decibel or two above the more tolerable range for organics. It was hard to say if this was intentional or not on the computer's half, however. ... It probably was intentional.
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Post by Jamie Lee on May 3, 2008 0:05:47 GMT -5
At first the blaring music appeared as though it didn't even effect the wolf. As it worked its way into his mind, however, he began to slow. Gritting his teeth together tightly and clamping his hands over his ears his body began to literally shiver with rage. " TURN THAT OFF!" he shrieked. In a crazed act of fury he blindly turned and rammed his fist even harder into the door. This time, rather than leaving a mere dent, a few sparks showered from his arm as he pierced straight through it. He then began trying to literally rip the door apart.
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Post by Raki on May 30, 2008 21:54:23 GMT -5
Rather then turning it off, the computer seemed decided to crank the volume up even further. If music couldn't calm the savage beast, maybe really, really, REALLY loud music can. And by sooth, she apparently meant 'blow out his eardrums and put him into submission'. But just in case that didn't work, she also rerouted a surge of electricity to the door that the intruder was now trying to pry off its frame. Back up plans were always a good idea.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jul 26, 2008 4:02:46 GMT -5
Much like a wild animal the increased volume only caused him to act even more violently and desperate. The introduction of electricity, however, changed that story. Lance let out a strangle shriek as his muscles locked and the areas of flesh attached to his mechanical limbs sizzled and burned. Finally releasing his grip he dropped to the floor unconscious.
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