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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 16:51:59 GMT
It just so happens to be the late evening, no less than 10 P.M.
The Drone looks blankly at the sidewalk. Although it may appear that he has no eyes, his eyes are "one-way" under his carapace. 'Why can't I just travel on this vegetation..?'
"They call it grass." A voice says. The Xenomorph Queen. Being part of a hive mind, it's as if he were using an ear piece to communicate with Otacon like Solid Snake or something.
He steps onto the thin, linear segment of cement.
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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 16:57:25 GMT
After some time, a drunken man bumps into the Drone, dropping his bottle.
"Hhhey, watch where you're going, ffffuckhead.." The drunkard slurs, spitting on him. "Think you're cool with yer Freddy Kruuueger dress?" Hic.
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Post by ♪ Ivy Kisaragi on Jul 24, 2015 17:03:25 GMT
I-No decided to travel back 5 years, to Neo New York which is exactly what it says on the tin. New York's future. The Statue of Liberty has collapsed and sunk into the ground since long ago. It's been a century, after all.
"Well, I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here, but I've got to find a way to please myself somehow..."
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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 17:04:41 GMT
'Sorry.' The Drone stands there, not being able to talk, only think.
'I wish I could talk, but..'
"Why're yyyyou just stand..ing there." He shoves the Alien. "Hic, ugh.. you picking a fight, paaal?"
He picks up a glass shard. "I don't care if I shank someo- HIC- one.. c'mere." The Xenomorph easily sidesteps the slashes, then grabs the man.
"What're you gonna doooooo, kiss m-" His last words of slurred speech are cut off by the Alien's inner mouth darting through his cranium into his cerebrum. (Hafta be gruesome.)
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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 17:10:38 GMT
Leaving the body inside the branches and leaves of a nearby tree, he continues walking and observing the suburban neighborhood.
'I mean, I don't really have a goal or anything..' The creature sits down to ponder.
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Chespin
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Post by Chespin on Jul 24, 2015 17:15:59 GMT
The Staraptor is soon hit by another bird, making it drop the Chespin.
It drops it into a neighborhood, just a few feet away from the alien.
(first char interaction i think)
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Post by ♪ Ivy Kisaragi on Jul 24, 2015 17:17:31 GMT
(It'll be a long ass time before anyone meet up with I-No because she's from a different time.)
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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 17:17:49 GMT
(Yaaay.)
He turns his head, looking at the strange rodent-like creature.
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Post by Chespin on Jul 24, 2015 17:18:48 GMT
The adorable creature gets up, not even fazed from being dropped so high, and looks around it's surroundings.
"Chespin Ches..."
[Doesn't look like the forest to me...]
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Post by ♪ Ivy Kisaragi on Jul 24, 2015 17:18:48 GMT
(I-No has no reason to go to your time, so unless something forces you guys to her time, she'll just be there, I suppose.
We'll figure something out.)
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Post by Chespin on Jul 24, 2015 17:20:04 GMT
(time breaks and she's sent there because time is breaking?)
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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 17:20:33 GMT
'Is it lost?' The Drone leans in for a closer look.
"Doesn't look like anything we've seen before."
'Peculiar.' He tilts his head.
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Post by ♪ Ivy Kisaragi on Jul 24, 2015 17:21:35 GMT
(Knowing all the time-travel she and Axl does, time would probably fuck up, but that's BlazBlue's territory. To be fair, I-No doesn't time travel a lot, unlike Axl.)
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Post by Chespin on Jul 24, 2015 17:22:02 GMT
The Chespin looks at the alien.
"Chespin pin?"
[What's that?]
The Chespin waves.
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Post by Masked on Jul 24, 2015 17:23:23 GMT
'What's it doing?' He tries to imitate the Chespin's waving, attempting to wave back. 'Informal greetings, I'd assume.'
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