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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[GreatWyrmGold]

Eh.

((Is that what she says her favorite letter is?))

[TCM]

Walk up to the farmer.

"Hi, I'm from the future! Do you mind telling me where I am exactly?"

[anailater]

Pretend I'm about to punch her nose again, then put more power into it to try and knock her out.

[Empiricist]

"How potent and fast acting is it?"

[Tiruin]

"Weird," Feyri said as she handled the needle-like implement for the VR-Reality machine, "I've never seen this option before. Being hunted in an urban environment? Sounds...interesting.

"So if one picks Prey, what happens then, Lyra?"

She can speak here right?

Pick Prey.

[Lenglon]

stand still and look at Feyri for three seconds, head tilted mildly to my right, mouth slightly open. then swallow and say
"Target"
Look down at my feet for two seconds, shifting my weight slowly from my right foot to my left. then look back up at Feyri, slowly breathe in for a second, then purse my lips and breathe out. afterwards wet my lips and look back down at the ground in front of me and too my left. before saying.
"You become a target?".
Close my eyes for a second, then look back at Feyri.

[Tiruin]

Feyri glanced to the side before looking back, "Well that's going to be fun. Target from what?"

[Lenglon]

Shrug once

[Harry Baldman]

"Ah. But what's your name? And capsules of what, if I may ask?"

Ask.

[Grunhill]

Man...are you crazy or something?

Ignore the guy. It is not worth killing him for now. Go to the VR and start a duel with a guy with amps. Try avoiding his attacks with BT.

[piecewise]

Eh.

((Is that what she says her favorite letter is?))

Yep. Eh. it's like Æ, but more apathetic.

Walk up to the farmer.

"Hi, I'm from the future! Do you mind telling me where I am exactly?"

"Virgina, West Virgina, just south of the Mason-Dixon." he says, not looking up from his work.

Pretend I'm about to punch her nose again, then put more power into it to try and knock her out.

Her head makes squeaky toy noises.

"You should probably reset the game. Unless you find this amusing."

"How potent and fast acting is it?"

"Pretty potent and very fast acting, but it needs to be directly injected to work this well, and in fairly large doses."

"Weird," Feyri said as she handled the needle-like implement for the VR-Reality machine, "I've never seen this option before. Being hunted in an urban environment? Sounds...interesting.

"So if one picks Prey, what happens then, Lyra?"

She can speak here right?

Pick Prey.

You choose prey.

The world around you fades and then rematerializes. You and your semi-mute friend are standing in the middle of a basement. The ceiling is quite old and rotten looking, sagging inward like wet cardboard. Three windows sit up near the ceiling, right at ground level outside, their glass smashed out and weeds growing in it's place. A dull, early morning light filters through the weeds and illuminates the sunken room with an almost monochromatic pallet.

You're both hungry.

"Ah. But what's your name? And capsules of what, if I may ask?"

Ask.

"My name is of no consequence, and whats in these capsules ain't known by me anymore then it's known by you. Least not specifically. Generally, they're full of alien junk, prototypes and other forgotten bits and bobs from the R&D vaults."

 

Man...are you crazy or something?

Ignore the guy. It is not worth killing him for now. Go to the VR and start a duel with a guy with amps. Try avoiding his attacks with BT.

What kind of amps you want him to have? And how good with them do you want him to be?

[Harry Baldman]

"Alien junk, you say? Cool. So I can get unregulated, unrefined, unreliable and unpredictable tools of death, destruction, defense and possibly disappointment from you? Do they cost anything or is this a charity of some sort?"

When Nyars gives the answer, Stacy moves on to the next question, thoughtfully twisting as he interviews the vendor.

"So, you take tokens for this stuff, right? What do you use them for, anyway? Does the crew need them as well?"

Interview the mysterious gentleman who runs this deadliest of yard sales.

[Lenglon]

look around the room, then at Feyri, then myself, what equipment do we have?

EDIT: still doing this, but trying to keep all actions in a single post, and I added more.

[anailater]

"I like a challenge."
Bite her squeaky face.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"What's your favorite consonant?"