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re_alignment_logs2013-04-20 01:51 pm
songofmypeople) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-04-20 01:51 pm
[OPEN] Come visit DJD Territory! Get a souvenire, a song, a little culture. Escape with your life.
Who: Tarn and/or his (giant) undead demon wolf-beast and You!
What: Choose your own adventure. Put a 1, 2, 3, or 4 in the subject line if you can't think of how you'd like to start things off. No number is also more than perfect!
Where: New DJD Territory [nearly 3 'neighbourhoods' of Prima's abandoned little micro city now belong to THIS guy. He's been redecorating.]
When: Now. [After Rung's death, and after Tarn's been placed on the Defense Committe]
Warnings: Animal abuse / hunting. Will update if things get worse. [PS: Permission Post]
Option 1: A guy's gotta eat right? In this case that 'guy' would be a turbofox. Tarn is either in the midst of feeding his pet live game, or he's helping the wittle cutie-paws play with its prey. This option will probably be gruesome and this machine WAS tested on animals. You're welcome to come check out the death bellow of a geardeer.
Option 2: Decepticon eye for the tasteless guy. Tarn is continuing his redecorating. Sure Prima's half-finished city looks super classy but why not watch Tarn bust down some walls he doesn't need, or admire how lovingly he paints those new Decepticon emblems onto the other walls he will allow to continue existing?
Option 3: Santa's little helpers (Frenzy and Dirge) have been going through the trash for their new boss (because, let's face it, that's a little beneath him) and have found him some of those precision rifles he's been looking for.Also a giant blender, a hot tub, and a chair. Oh god he's so alone. Feel free to find Tarn chilling on a balcony above you, trying out a collection of sniper rifles on for size.
Option 4: You were just going for a walk, minding your own business in this super swanky little golden city when you're found by the cutest little elephant-sized, drooling, undead, wild wolf-monster. It would like to say hello. And if you're a robot, it would like to say hello to your insides.
Other: None of the above, let's rock this improv style!
What: Choose your own adventure. Put a 1, 2, 3, or 4 in the subject line if you can't think of how you'd like to start things off. No number is also more than perfect!
Where: New DJD Territory [nearly 3 'neighbourhoods' of Prima's abandoned little micro city now belong to THIS guy. He's been redecorating.]
When: Now. [After Rung's death, and after Tarn's been placed on the Defense Committe]
Warnings: Animal abuse / hunting. Will update if things get worse. [PS: Permission Post]
Option 1: A guy's gotta eat right? In this case that 'guy' would be a turbofox. Tarn is either in the midst of feeding his pet live game, or he's helping the wittle cutie-paws play with its prey. This option will probably be gruesome and this machine WAS tested on animals. You're welcome to come check out the death bellow of a geardeer.
Option 2: Decepticon eye for the tasteless guy. Tarn is continuing his redecorating. Sure Prima's half-finished city looks super classy but why not watch Tarn bust down some walls he doesn't need, or admire how lovingly he paints those new Decepticon emblems onto the other walls he will allow to continue existing?
Option 3: Santa's little helpers (Frenzy and Dirge) have been going through the trash for their new boss (because, let's face it, that's a little beneath him) and have found him some of those precision rifles he's been looking for.
Option 4: You were just going for a walk, minding your own business in this super swanky little golden city when you're found by the cutest little elephant-sized, drooling, undead, wild wolf-monster. It would like to say hello. And if you're a robot, it would like to say hello to your insides.
Other: None of the above, let's rock this improv style!
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The motorcycle was encompassed in moving air, the front tire having come to a complete stop as the back wheel swung around, the motorcycle turning 90*.
Besides from stopping abruptly using Saber's Prana Burst, the motorcycle was also now covered in the steel armor that Saber would normally wear on top of her battlegown.
The Heroic Spirit was much more concerned about the well-being of her Emiya. A bullet would do little to her, but it could do a considerable amount to the vehicle..
Not pausing for more than five seconds, the motorcycle roared to life as Saber simply fled towards the Haven's Hub again. She was fairly certain she had an idea who might have fired the shot, considering his creature was chasing her, but she wasn't interested in staying around to find out.
50.. 75.. 100.. 125.. 150.. 175.. the motorcycle continued to climb in speed, in a miniscule amount of time, until it was around 250.