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Post by boogieknight on Mar 26, 2007 20:42:02 GMT -5
El Mariachi turned to the Mothman, "I've only been on this planet a short while, but I've gotten the impression that the child of the Overlord isn't exactly common knowledge. How do you know of her?"
Amos flipped over the page and climbed on top of a strange piece of shrubbery and started sketching Rozalin, "Excuse me, Miss dood, but could you look a little more to the side, dood?"
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Post by akutare on Mar 26, 2007 20:46:41 GMT -5
Soiree hated Mothmen. He nodded at Tink's words, keeping him safe in his hat. He turned to El and shook his head.
"That critter varmit is loco, y'know... Not as crazy what has ahold of it."
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Mar 26, 2007 22:07:54 GMT -5
Grendel exchanged glares with each of the people who spoke, in turn. He flung the young gunner off of his feet into the the general crowd and growled. He ignored the weird prinny, who seemed to be cause the least amount of trouble. He wished that he could just kill these fools right now, and save himself some trouble. But he was outnumbered, and had no reinforcements with him, so, he decided that it would be best to attempt to persuade them into at least being neutral towards him. He was unsure as to how to answer their questions, and knew they all were out to defy the Overlord, seeing as how they were holding the girl hostage, but perhaps he might be able to the fact that he was on the Overlord's side to his advantage.
"I am Grendel, I...know of the Princess because I serve Overlord Zenon. I was scouting for her, and now that I have found her, it would seem I would have to ask this question. Just who the hell are you, traveling with the Princess out in a place like this?!" Grendel snarled flapping his wings a little harder, kicking up some of the muddy water below him, ready to burst up high into the sky if one of them attempted to attack him. He continued with his explaination in a slightly more hostile voice, his rationality being slowly taken over by his wish to destroy these traitors of Overlord Zenon.
"I am here to return the Princess to her Palace. And, if you resist, I am afraid that I might have to kill you, despite how confident you all seem in defeating me and in your ability to kill me..." Grendel said, his eyes starting to glow with a crimson fire as he struggled to keep himself from blasting into the skies with how hard he was pounding his wings. Large ripples formed underneath the spot he was hovering over, disturbing the entire surface of the swamp. He waited for their answer...and if one of them tried anything hostile, he would be prepared...
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Post by boogieknight on Mar 27, 2007 0:30:13 GMT -5
El Mariachi snarled, "Don't make idle threats, bug! I'll squash you after I blast your wings off." He cocks his head over to Genjuro, "He also serves Zenon, idiot, as does the frog hiding somewhere. Personally, I wanted to bring her back so I can be rid of her. The only reason we are here is because some fools abducted the family of the red head."
A thought occured to El Mariachi, "Three servants of Zenon, plus me... Dammit! Genjuro, bug, let's grab her and get out of this rat hole!" El Mariachi raises his uzi and aims it at Adell, "Go on ahead lookin' for your kin, but the woman comes with us."
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Mar 27, 2007 0:48:38 GMT -5
Grendel was suprised with the sudden turn of the events. A twisted smile creeped across his face as he went from being a lone fighter to being in a team of three. He was excessively pissed at this cocky gun-wielder, and almost would rather kill the guy right now while his back was turned...but the Overlord's Daughter was his priority, and if this man with a death-warrant was going to lend him some fire power, he would be more than willing to work with him to please Overlord Zenon. He was more than ready to unleash a cloud of poisonous dust on the others who did not serve the Overlord.
He almost couldn't believe his turn of luck...maybe there would be some bloodshed after all...
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Post by Mr Sinister on Mar 27, 2007 1:13:03 GMT -5
Genjuros smile could not be seen, but he did like the plan. He had an idea of the perfect escape routine, his red eyes glared up with the evil thoughts that ran through his head. He then turnto face the Mothman and El Mariachi, he nodded to towards them. He then threw a smoke bomb at the foot of Adell. The thick black smoke spread across the area.
Genjuro then did a series of hand movements as a aura surrounded him, three circled symbols appeared on the floor and up arose three clones of himself. He nodded towards the clones, they knew what to do.As Genjuro and the clones could see well in the smoke, a clone passed the princess to him as quickly as possible. The three clones got into a defensive stance ready to fight off any retaliation, he then began to run the opposite way guiding the Mothman and Elmariachi out of the thick infested smoke.
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Post by Overlord Sothmir on Mar 27, 2007 1:30:59 GMT -5
As the ninja named Genjuro escaped through the cloud of smoke he created, Grendel then mixed the smoke with some of the poisonous pollen from his wings by quickly hovering over the general area of the smoke cloud and shaking it off by shaking his wings rapidly as opposed to flapping them in bursts, as to not disturb the smokescreen, but to produce as much poisonous Hell Pollen as possible. He then followed Genjuro, hoping that maybe the gunner would get caught in the crossfire and get himself killed.
Regardless, this man had assisted him, and he would eventually return the favour, if he still felt in a favour-accepting mood after all of this. The return of Rozalin, the daughter of the Overlord, would definately earn him a hefty reward, like being one of the Overlord's higher ranking vassals. Grendel could not wait to see what was in store for him, what greatness would be given to him, once he fulfilled one of the Overlord's most important tasks.
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Post by Achan on Mar 27, 2007 9:08:32 GMT -5
"Dammit!"
Adell had taken in all of the chaos with just a bit of bemusement. We all work for Zenon! Hey, let's work together~ That bemusement quickly ended as El Mariachi pointed the gun at him. He wasn't afraid of the Mothman, of Mariachi, or of Genjuro, but the attack had gone off too quickly.
And then there was the poison. Adell coughed up some blood, but managed to stay on his own two feet. Somehow.
"Get outta my way," he snarled at the clones. His fists were clenched, his body ready for battle.
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Post by akutare on Mar 27, 2007 10:31:32 GMT -5
"C'mon!" Soiree yelled as he grabbed Akutare and slung him over one shoulder. He aso grabbed the mini gunner in his other arm.
However, the posin took ill effect on the older gunner. He grolwed deeply as he coughed.
"Leggo!" The younge rgunner said as he put his poncho over his nose, so he wouldn't breath in the air. He wriggled free from Soiree and grolwed at the Mothman, aiming his gun. He looked towards Adel.
"Are ya okay, sir?" He asked with a hint of worry. He then glared back at the Mothman, charging forward at his pace.
Akuatre walked near Adel, covering his nose by using his coat. His coat was already filthy. Now wasn't the time to dwell on this.
"Want me to take the girl to safty, while you and the rest fend off the bug?"
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Post by boogieknight on Mar 27, 2007 10:39:59 GMT -5
El Mariachi couldn't help but laugh like a ghoul from the darkest pit of Hell. It took great control to prevent firing like a maniac at Adell, but Genjuro and the Grendel had the escape so well handled. He followed Genjuro's lead, delighted with the prospect of being rid of that annoying woman soon.
He wondered what this Zenon character would be like, would he be as strong as the one who gave him this demonic body? The thought of harvesting this Overlord's sould sincerly appealed to him, but whether he really had a chance was up in the air.
Amos frowned as he looked at his drawing, in the commotion and wild movement of Rozalin being abducted her features became a little exaggerated as he tried to keep up. He flipped over the paper, hoping no one would see it.
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