We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)
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"While I don't have the jurisdiction to perform negotiations over this matter myself, I am able to promise that in exchange for your signature you will be allowed to meet with someone who does." Jessica replied, pushing the papers across the table to Wheaton. "As for the second matter, included in the paperwork is a complete copy for your own records, which includes a record of all corporations and independent contractors currently operating beyond dimensional homebounds under the Ashanian government."
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"Uhm, Ah ain't really lookin' ta--" Sibylla began to reply to the woman before the person getting thrown out and landing near her startled her and made her reel back. She gulped before uneasily deciding to just nod and slither inside. Once inside, she kept her senses open to see if she could pinpoint where the earlier noise she had heard came from, or at least find something the same size and shape as an ork.
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"Uhm, Ah ain't really lookin' ta--" Sibylla began to reply to the woman before the person getting thrown out and landing near her startled her and made her reel back. She gulped before uneasily deciding to just nod and slither inside. Once inside, she kept her senses open to see if she could pinpoint where the earlier noise she had heard came from, or at least find something the same size and shape as an ork.
Those heading down the corridor would hear a whizzing sound, followed by a bottle impacting the bulkhead ahead of them. A woman decloaked behind them, not wearing her predator mask. She had a badly lined face, a gray pageboy haircut, and she looked extremely angry and drunk. She wore lighter armor then the other predators, and had medical supplies in her numerous pouches. "Ey, you fuckin' gits, where you goin' off to? Ya gotta explain why you'sse a bunch of fookin' pussies, so you are!" she slurred, leaning against a wall.
Wheaton paused for another moment or two before sighing to himself and clicking his pen. "Alright then, Dr. Broca. Hopefully, our organizations will be able to be on more friendly terms after this." With that said, he began to sign the papers, reading over them closely beforehand, just to make sure he wasn't signing something he wouldn't enjoy later. He also made sure to take note of the list of organizations as he scanned through the papers.
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As she slithered in, the patrons would be flying left and right, some getting launched and others getting whacked over the head with chairs and the like. A few people were knocked out on the floor, of numerous body types and species. Aliens, monsters and the like, everyone was getting smacked around pretty hard. As she looked around, her sense of smell would be assaulted by the scent of alcohol and the various yelling and groaning of the patrons. Luckily for her, no one seemed to notice the snake girl just yet.
She'd here more yelling about krumpin, seemingly coming from her right, if she could filter it out above the noise.
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As whatever-the-fuck read the journal, it would note it didn't have many entries in it, the dates only beginning a few days before the current one. Most entries spoke about the situation of having being shoved out of her world and how she missed her squadron back home.
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As she slithered in, the patrons would be flying left and right, some getting launched and others getting whacked over the head with chairs and the like. A few people were knocked out on the floor, of numerous body types and species. Aliens, monsters and the like, everyone was getting smacked around pretty hard. As she looked around, her sense of smell would be assaulted by the scent of alcohol and the various yelling and groaning of the patrons. Luckily for her, no one seemed to notice the snake girl just yet.
She'd here more yelling about krumpin, seemingly coming from her right, if she could filter it out above the noise.
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As whatever-the-fuck read the journal, it would note it didn't have many entries in it, the dates only beginning a few days before the current one. Most entries spoke about the situation of having being shoved out of her world and how she missed her squadron back home.
Thrall, when he entered this strange place, held himself to himself, avoiding the fighting. he was somewhat annoyed by the people here, and moved through the crowd as quick as he could. His head was on a swivel, but he didn't hear the yelling about krumping.
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The medic looked to Axton, eyes slowly focusing. "You shits can't fight fer.... shit. If ya had any balls, miguel'd be here right now. Buncha pussies..." the medic wiped her mouth, cleaning some stray liquid that had slipped.
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The medic looked to Axton, eyes slowly focusing. "You shits can't fight fer.... shit. If ya had any balls, miguel'd be here right now. Buncha pussies..." the medic wiped her mouth, cleaning some stray liquid that had slipped.
"I don't need to prove anything to you." Axton said rather coldly as he stared the woman down.
"Ya don't have ta. Dat Screamer wouldn' a lasted five minutes against actual predators. You're just a bunch of weaklings that had a guy die covering ya." she muttered, stepping closer to Axton.
"Well it's a shame the real predators showed up just in time to not do a fucking thing." Axton replied, standing his ground and not caring to be tactful at all.
The drunk growled. "Well one's right fookin' here, lets see if you're as good as you think." she pulled a scalpel from her gear and held it out, swaying a bit at the sudden movement.
Axton grit his teeth and pulled out his assault rifle. "Try me. I'm not afraid to kill a lady who's too drunk to realize she's making a mistake." he said coldly.
Samus drew her paralyser, stepping in-between the two. "Are you both idiots? We already have one death, and this is supposed to be a diplomacy mission. Stop fighting."
The medic bristled. "He insulted my honor, so he did! Needs to apologize. Possibly with some o his guts, if he don't offer words."
Another predator, the male that hade healed Amelia before, was walking down the corridor from the memorial, far from the group. Seeing weapons out, he picked up his speed.
Another predator, the male that hade healed Amelia before, was walking down the corridor from the memorial, far from the group. Seeing weapons out, he picked up his speed.
"You are the one that insulted him." Samus pointed out. She holstered her paralyser as Axton stormed off.
The drunk seemed to anger at Samus's statement. "No fookin shit?! Must be because he and you were doing your nails or some shit while Miguel smacked the screamer in da gobber!"
Claudio approached the medic from behind and gripped her arm. "Kay, I need you to calm down. These people didn't do anything wrong."
The medic turned and yelled "Of course its their fault! Its their fault Miguel's dead! If they were us, he'd be alive right now, and we'd be doing some stupid shite like hanging out in the forge or some thus. Now we're having to get his memorial together, and..." the medic burst in tears. "And I just want Miguel back, it ain't right, him dying. Why do all good people die?" she asked, before breaking into a high pitched sobbing, burying her face in Claudio's shoulder.
Claudio approached the medic from behind and gripped her arm. "Kay, I need you to calm down. These people didn't do anything wrong."
The medic turned and yelled "Of course its their fault! Its their fault Miguel's dead! If they were us, he'd be alive right now, and we'd be doing some stupid shite like hanging out in the forge or some thus. Now we're having to get his memorial together, and..." the medic burst in tears. "And I just want Miguel back, it ain't right, him dying. Why do all good people die?" she asked, before breaking into a high pitched sobbing, burying her face in Claudio's shoulder.