I would like to join the order.
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I would like to join the order.
::suspiciously:: welcome, I don't know that I can trust you just as yet, so I will keep my eye on you.
Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?
Morgan walks in and looks at Viscera for a moment. He looks at "Thrawn". He looks back at Viscera and begins to grin evily. Apparently, despite their dislike for one another, they've found somone they like even less.
Simultaneously, they pick Thawn up and throw him through a window. A distant thud is heard as he impacts the ground below.
As Cirrsseeto roamed the area around the TSO facility looking for food, he sees a figure falling from a window. He lands with a sickening "SPLAT". Cirrsseeto's ears perk up at the sound, as he quickly runs toward the spot where he saw the unfortunate man fall. Making it there in good time, the large Cizerack looks down at the injured man. His ice-blue eyes blink as he leans down, scooping the man up with his powerful arms. As he comes to, Cirrsseeto asks the alien a question.
Arrre jyou alrrrjight?
interesting....I cant say I've heared a good report on this guy.
Yes, I'm Fine.
Cirrsseeto smiles at Ron while holding him in his arms. He shows his elongated fangs as he does so, and a throaty rumbling growl comes forth, growing into a terrifying sound.
Cirrsseeto's ears fold back as he opens his mouth widely in his roar, baring his intimidating fangs at the fallen Sith Wannabe. With his beast strength, Cirrsseeto hurls the Sith's body at the building's stone masonry. Ron smashes against the wall hard enough for cracks to become noticed in the stone.
As Ron slumps to the ground in pain, Cirrsseeto extends his sharp claws, running toward Ron with incredible speed. Once there, he begins to brutally swat the man over and over with powerful swipes of his clawed hands. Deep gashes begin to form across Ron's body, as blood starts to splatter everywhere.
:lol: Welcome to TSO!
Viscera tosses Cirrsee his single-bladed lightsaber.
"Go ahead, my pet. Cleave the vile being in two."
Don't talk about me like that Viscera-bugger off! If anyone's vile around here it's that hairy beast, you...CAT FOOD!
:p
I was talking about Mr. Thrawn you idiot!
Now you're offending the cat! You just can't help yourself tonight can you?
:)
is it night already? I can't tell. My icons have suddenly gone 16-colors on me.
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Okay.... You mean you've gotten them higher than 16 colors?? I thought that was only a myth... I've heard rumors of 256 colors... but it's all hog wash i'm sure. I'm getting a new system soon, it's going to cost me a pretty penny. $1,700. 486, 16 Mb RAM, 200 MB hard drive, 24kbps Fax Modem!!, and a 10'' monitor. Sweet huh?
8 years ago that would have been a good deal.
And it was just a Windows error. had to reboot. My celly 566 is dying, I think.
hehe...ow, that has to hurt....
*pulls a machine gun out from behind his magic cape and begins pumping the Cizzarak full of lead*
Ooh what kind of lead?
OOC: Magic cape, huh? Nice steaming pile of Bull--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR--DO-NOT-SWEAR- you've plopped here. Ignored.
IC:
Cirrsseeto grabs Ron by the wrist, his claws digging deeply into the man's arm as he wrenches the shoulder out of socket with a powerful jerk. Wrapping Ron up in his powerful arms, Cirrsseeto begins to constrict his prey in a bear hug. Within seconds, Ron's ribs begin to snap as the air is forced out of his body. Cirrsseeto's brutish Cizerack strength is overwhelming.
OOC:Magic wasn'the best word. Mor like Teleport Cape. I grabbed the gun off my weapons rack. Your arm pulling and rib busting is ignored.
IC:*Continues to make Cirrsseeto a a toxic heap of lead.*
OOC: *sighs* what an idiot....
IC: *draws out one of her swords and slashes directly down Ron's gun until she slashes his hand as well* Guns are for cowards, little one.....
OOC: There is absolutely no precedent for anything like a cape of teleportation. Anything mystical in the SW universe is rationalized by the Force, and as such, teleportations would be included. If you wanted to even attempt such a thing, you would have to be quite advanced in the force, and last time I checked...you were merely a wannabe Disciple.
Also, you have no basis to ignore my attack. Cirrsseeto is many many times stronger than standard humanoids, and is easily strong enough to do something as such. It isn't maiming, and isn't killing, and therefore...quite legal. Deal with it.
IC:
Cirrsseeto digs his claws into the flesh of Ron's sides, and begins to repeatedly slam the alien into the masonry of the adjacent building. The force of impact begins to cause cracks in the wall behind Ron, as Cirrsseeto slams his prey against the wall with a final running shoulder charge.
OOC: Ron, you can't just ignore Cirr's attacks, he hurt you so you have to take the damage....and as far as I know of I am the only one of the people cleared to teleport that still uses it and I was asked not to use it battle to be able to use it at all....and another thing, you can't just make up a teleportation cloak, I had to have a lot of rules on how I was allowed to use teleport, you can't just make things up, magic is basically not allowed.....
OOC: No....teleporting is not valid, Aisha. Period. I could see it as a Master's technique, but that is still a stretch.
You're just a crazy man, seeing things that ain't there!
**Walks In And Pokes Ron With A Stick in the Eye... The Same One He Used To Poke the Dead Guy on the Palace Grounds**
Yep, He A Idiot All Right...
**Pokes Him in the Eye Again**
:p , you know what I mean....
::Grabs his croque mallot::
You want some of this punk huh huh??
:lol:
I don't know which is funnier... the magic cape, or incesant "post ignored"... :lol:
ooc:At least this gives a basis for something I've been planning to do for a while. could you only poke out my right eye, for roleplaying purposes. (The thing I've been planning for a while requires I be missing my right eye, but only my right eye.) Feel free to remove my lims aswell. (arms and legs)
IC:*Feighnts as a lung colapses.*
Cirrsseeto feels the alien go limp, his body slumping against his own. Catching him with his clawed hands, Cirrsseeto scrutinizes the man, until he was confident that he was passed out. Grinning toothily, the large Cizerack slung Ron over his shoulder like a duffle bag, and began to run away, taking his newest catch back to the holding pen.
*mildly wonders if Dyzm poked the dead man before or after he was poked*
good riddance to bad rubbish