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Post by Lucky on Mar 19, 2012 17:38:20 GMT -5
April smirked. "Block C-4, I do beleive an angel is in our midst." April repeated herself but didn't seem displeased by doing so. "I advise caution it seems she is very skilled." The ink swirled around the boy in pleasure. It liked being out. It was harmless at the moment it swayed with the air currents of the room as she waited for the boy to leave on his side mission.
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Post by ninjastorm45 on Mar 19, 2012 18:01:04 GMT -5
Fearin nodded and left the room. He sighed when the door closed behind him. "Block C-4..." He headed off in that direction. When he arrived, he opened the door, not knowing what to expect.
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Post by Kaethe on Mar 20, 2012 16:35:10 GMT -5
((I'm forever alone guys, this one is cool, but I think I'm gonna drop out of this one. I just have too many other things on my plate;;  ) |
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Post by ninjastorm45 on Apr 3, 2012 19:37:01 GMT -5
((Um... What happens now?))
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Post by Lucky on Apr 5, 2012 20:36:22 GMT -5
((I'm out now)) BC
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Akina
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Post by Akina on May 4, 2012 7:47:48 GMT -5
Cimon was the first to step into the room and followed by Marzene and Isleen. The room was filled with numerous noises of yelling commands or the clicking of the computers. "Welcome Team Celestial, I have your next mission lay out for your approval." This women, dressed in a clean, white collared shirt, skirt and boots, handed Isleen a folder with numerous papers hanging out of the open cracks. "Solider Killen, is their a conference room open for use?" In a stiff stance, Solider Killen replied, "I will be glad to show you to our open conference room, Second General Isleen." The women guided Isleen, Marzene, and Cimon down a hallway with wide windows showing what was inside the room. Some showed soldiers practicing with ammo and hand-to-hand combat, others showed scientist doing medical testing. At the very end of the hallway, Soldier Killen open the door to a large room with a single large table with a load of chairs surrounding it sides. "Thank you, I will let you know when we are setting out so you may tell my brother." "Your welcome ma'am and I will await your decisions." Marzene and Cimon walked into the room and took a seat at chairs closest to the door, while Isleen locked the door shut. "Your brother?" Cimon looked at Isleen then at Marzene. "Who's your brother, Isleen? Is he a higher rank then you in the Special Forces?" "Not quite, Marzene why don't you tell him while I review our mission." Marzene leaned across the table and drew Cimon's attention. "Isleen's brother is Arman, you know PRINCE Arman." Cimon's eyes widen and caused him to fall straight out of his seat. "Your brother is the royal prince! Your a member of the royal family!" Isleen lifted her index finger to tell Cimon to quiet for another second. "I'm not done yet Cimon," Cimon then drew his attention back to Marzene. "Yes, Isleen IS a member of the royal family but she is a replacement sort of." "What? A replacement? How?" Marzene sighed and leaned back in her hair, her arm hanging off the back. "Truth be told, there was a princess but she died of an illness when she was very young. Not wanting his kingdom to wonder in worry that his judgement would fall so low, he decided to find a replacement for her spot." "What was he looking for?" Cimon was now scanning Isleen from head to toe, wondering what pain she must have gone through as a child. "A spiting image of the princess. And that is how they found Isleen and how she became the princess of Aislinn." Cimon looked at Isleen, who was ready to debrief them on their mission. "What about your real fam... Ow, what the hell Marzene!" Cimon looked at Marzene and saw that the topic of Isleen's real family was a no mans land. "Okay, now that all the confusion is cleared up. I'll tell you our mission." Marzene and Cimon focused on Isleen as she plopped the file in front of them. "We are going on a rescue mission onto the Dark Side."
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