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7/18/2015 5:50:34 PM
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He looks at the man with the hat. "We're looking for a certain mechanical troublemaker"
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"Mechanical? Do you mean a Cyborg?" the hatted man asks.
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Edited by DesertX963: 7/18/2015 5:57:32 PM[b]I lift him with my TK and push him against the wall[/b] "Enough games, There's a synth on a killing spree here did you see it run past here. Yes...or no" I announced.
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/18/2015 6:02:45 PMThe man's face is still concealed by the shadow of his hat. "A Psion. I wonder what the rest of your friends' abilities are... But no, I have not seen anything synthetic around here."
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He walks past you and towards the crouching man.
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The man remains crouched, silent. He doesn't seem to notice you.
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He walks a safe distance around the old man and stops infront of him to observe.
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His face is bowed down in shadow. He holds a PR-X5 in one of hands, which are tucked into his crossed legs. "[i]I've been waiting for him to come for me... But he's not comin'...[/i]" the old man finally says in a harsh whisper.
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"Where did you last see it" I ask.
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"That hatted man! Don't let him down!"
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/18/2015 6:21:52 PM((See what?))
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His face goes pale as he turns to look at the hatted man.
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[b]We turn to look back at the man in the trench coat[/b]
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He smiles at the remark. "The synth?" he asks the old man as he crouches to his level.
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"[b][i]Behind me...[/i][/b]"
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Stephenson whirls and opens the Rainmaker just as the Synth spears himself upon it. The detective hurls the android back, then blasts it twice with Rainmaker's shotgun.
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((Wait, when the hell did a shotgun get on there? All the umbrella does is block bullets))
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[b]I spear the android with my staff and it over penetrates through the ground[/b]
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White blood leaks from the wound on its carapace. Its hat falls off from his head, revealing a pale, bald face with vibrant blue eyes. It shows no pain, no emotion. It looks at you. "Once again assuming," the Synth says, and an invisible force suddenly blasts you onto the rails of the train tracks behind you. It pries the staff out of its stomach, snaps it in half over his knee, and tosses it away. He looks at the other Punks, ready for battle. ((START BATTLE ON THE NEW POST))
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Stephenson pulls out his Special and pours round after round into the Synth's face.
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((CONTINUE ON THE NEW POST))
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"More like a Synth" he replies, and shifts his gaze at the crouched man with suspicion.
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"No, I have not seen any of those things around here." the hatted man says. The crouching man remains silent.
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-Telepathically communicating- "Close in on the old man"
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Acknoeldged
