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Edited by Alonfé:
10/21/2015 12:41:15 AM
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[i]Alon looked at the ethereal woman, already in his combat suit, staring her down with the glowing yellow eyes of his helmet. The body he tripped over was most likely crushed from Alon's weight, but gave him a chance to ready a knife of his own, a kard.[/i]
[b]Ahhh lady? Can we....kinda.... uh.... calm down a bit?[/b]
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The woman turns her head on it's side, still holding the knife.
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[i]He stares her down, making a split second decision to draw his dual shorty's, sheathing his knife at his thigh, the shotguns popping up from his back as he grabbed them. He aimed them both at the crazy woman, taking one step back, standing his ground. He wasn't going to shoot, but he remembered the body... this was surely an enemy. He unloaded 4 12G shells full of buckshot in her direction, firing each shotgun twice; semi-automatic.[/i]
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The bullets flew through her, seemingly ineffective.
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[i]He grunted, unloading 6 more shells before the trigger clicked empty, as he slid the two guns into slots in his back. A green wind stormed in his hand, as he pushed it forward, a blast of wind so strong erupting from his hand, that it sucked the oxygen from the air in front of him.[/i]
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Nothing that he does seems to affect her.... [spoiler]SALT AND IRON[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]WELL FUQ WUT TYPE OF LOGIC IS THIS?!?!?[/spoiler] [i]Finally pissed, he draws an iron knife from his belt, throwing it at her.[/i] [b]This better -blam!-ing work... or I'm gonna suck your soul back where it should be you stupid bitch...[/b]
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She disappears in smoke.... [spoiler]Supernatural logic muh n*gga[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]no shit meh n*gga gotta throw 'em down wit da salt, keep it sweet, don't halt; throw dat punch in da line, don't hate me I try <---- I ain't a rappa[/spoiler] [i]Alon tries to catch the smoke in the air, trapping it. After trying, he goes to the ectoplasmic material on the walls.[/i] [b]Haha, 3sp00ky5m3..... haha..... oke, so what's this shit?[/b]
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The Ectoplasm seems to retract when the woman leaves... [spoiler]I got dis mang Gotta hit up that salt and iron on them Just be ready or they'll turn into a gem And violate your girl To the point where she'll hurl Don't load up yo glock You might as well shoot yourself in the cock Iron and salt makes them burn Just be careful when you turn Around and think your good When you could really end up in the hood Bars? Bars. [/spoiler]
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/21/2015 2:47:48 AM[b]Shit.... well then.... let's search up some stuff...[/b] [i]He ran a facial recognition scan on his suits computer, simultaneously on Google searching murders matching this one, as he checked the ID of the body.[/i]
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The man comes up as Tom Brees. A cheat, liar and, rumor has it, murderer. [spoiler]<.< >.> *takes gif*[/spoiler]
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/21/2015 10:47:32 PM[i]Alon nodded... was there anyone else like this on the ship? He searched up some stuff like that too on the crew's database.[/i] [b]Nope....no...no....naughta......hella no.....dammit....[/b][spoiler]*GIF was perfect* *r8's Alon's GIF 8/8*[/spoiler]
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The computer works well, new obviously. You stumble upon nothing with the computer...with your current Web search.
