Kragt
Proletariat
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Post by Kragt on May 11, 2009 10:16:04 GMT -5
‘Jingle jingle’ went the keys to the Holystrike mobile. Kragt shut the door and started the motor, a book in his lap when the purring started. After slipping on a belt, the feline rode the car out and down into the edge of Neo-Tokyo. With the lights sliding overhead he looked around at the sprawling city which had been so reborn.
“One fifty-one, one fifty-two, one fifty-three… There we go! Building one hundred fifty-six.” Kragt tried to restrain his smile and parked the vehicle in front of a somewhat shady building with boarded windows and one of those doors with a sliding hole for people to see out of without being seen. The kitty popped open the double driver side door, slid the book into the inside of his coat and stepped out with his shoes thudding loudly on the ground below. As the fluorescent lights above shone on him, anyone could see that he was wearing a hooded poncho. The garment covered most of his suit, and more importantly his shining badge. He immediately developed a crippled staggering walk as the doors to the car closed behind him. A quick double squeak emanated from the Holystrike mobile.
Kragt placed knocking onto the door, the hooded garment half-covering his eyes. The little slide moved open and a reflective pair of yellow eyes peeped through.
“Whaddajuwan?” came a deep and sullen voice from within the darkness.
“I came to acquire the goodsss,” responded Kragt with his voice hissing the final s.
“Oahhh, ju beh tha’ mon. Ju goda me moaney?” The voice seemed a bit friendlier now that it was talking for business.
“Here,” whispered Kragt quickly flashing a bundle of money towards the peephole. “It’ss all there. Now, pussh out the goodss, and you’ll get it.”
“Ju godet,” the eyes receded into the abyss of the building and a small brown paper square is pushed out. “Me moaney..?”
“As promissed…” Kragt held still for a second and pushed the wad into the hole. “It’ss been a pleassure.” Kragt turned swiftly and staggered back to the parked automobile. Upon reaching the car, he opened the double door and moved inside. Instantly he shook forward and removed the poncho, “Bah, I hate this blasted thing! However, it’s for the cause… in a way,” Kragt took in and released a deep breath before starting his ride back up.
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Maeve
Holy Strike
Spazzmatron 4000!
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Post by Maeve on May 11, 2009 10:19:48 GMT -5
"We don't serve your kind here!" Mean! Picked up by her britches and thrown from the third Hotel today made Maeve upset! Too bad he didn't grab any skin! That would been a shocking situation! "$tµp1Ð b4$t4rÐ! 1 w1££ k1££ ¥0µ!" A promise! One day, right around the time she decided that the path of the good an righteous Maeve was no long paying off, she would become evil! And on that day! Oh, Maeve shook her head, this man would pay! He'd pay dearly for his transgression. Her poor perky little butt. Today hadn't been a good day for it! Not too mention her abused tail. Maeve clutched it protectively. Thank goodness there wasn't a such a thing as the tail cruelty police! Otherwise she'd be boned. One day... Maeve sniffled a bit. Just a bit, to properly show her emotions. She wasn't a robot! One day she'd get the respect she deserved! Just cause she was a foreigner! Bah! The Irish were always abused! Stupid n00bs.
"4££ 0f ¥0µ 4r3 $t0p1Ð n00b$!"Bitterness forced her to attack the earth one one super kick! The poor unlucky beer can that found her wrath soared away from her in fear! She hated this stupid country. Racist bigots! All of them! Maeve stomped away from the corrupted Hotel. She was so above sleeping in the streets! Of course! The little weasel girl nodded energetically. She came from a proud strong Irish family! Irish people didn't sleep in streets and they certainly didn't put up with racist bigotry! Maybe she'd burn the place down! Oh yeah! Burning it down to the ground seemed like the best idea she ever thought of! She'd totally get all her kin folk here and they'd touch it! Well she would if Maeve knew where to find any... Not to mention she was so tired! Maeve fought against the power of the yawn.
Gosh! She'd been walking for three days! Three days without any sleep what so ever! None! Not to mention her poor little bootsies. Feeling fairly rejected the girl plopped her already bruised bottom on the ground and removed her shoes. There was just a teensy bit of blood from her feet. Maeve winced and did her best to massage it. This was what happened to girls who left home suddenly without any plans! They got blistered bleeding feet! Her stomach practically killed her with its cries for attention. "Ð0n't h4t3 m3 m¥ p00r tµmm¥! 1 w1££ f1nÐ µ$ f00Ð $00n!" Hmmn, what was the Irishs' stand on digging through the garbage and looking for a meal again? Hmmn... deep in thought she scratched her chin.
Boop beep. A car?! Maeve glanced quite happily at the old man limping his way into a building. It looked like an apartment complex of some sort! Oh happy days! Maeve slipped her shoes back on and begun jumping for joy. Finally! A place to sleep for the the night! Maeve practically slithered across the ground to examine the car resting before her. "$µp3r n1(3 r1Ð3!" She ran an experienced hand over the car's frame. Probably stolen from some poor sucker. Maeve nodded quite energetically. Poor sucker indeed! Nobody that lived in the slums like this could afford such a beautiful get-up-and-go-mobile. Noobs were a great invention though! They always forgot to make sure people like her weren't around! People with the grand power of electricity! Just in case she'd ruin her gloves, the young weasel thing threw them aside. "Ð0n't h4t3 m3 f0r fr¥1ng ¥0µ!"
What must have been a jiggawatt of electricity coursed through her body and into the car. It gave only one chirp of protest! Just one! Before unlocking itself and letting the Weasel worm her way inside. Oh the seat were so deliciously comfy! Maeve bounced up and down a little bit. She couldn't help just curling up and letting sleep assail her. She was so tired. Dreams never comforted her much. They were always sharp and it got harder to control her most excellent of natural abilities. The cackling in her body often caused Maeve a great deal of discomfort! Poor Maeve such a tortured individual.
Sleep Apnoea, she suffered from it and it always forced her to wake up a little short of breath. Maeve yawned a bit and glanced at her wrist watch. Only twenty minutes of sleep? How epically lame! Wait was she moving?! Oh crap! This was bad! So bad! This guy could be some kind of sicko or something! She snapped up immediately grabbing the guy by his shoulders. "Ð0n't fr34k 0µt!" Hey where were her gloves at?
==Maeve's totally awesome translations!== "Stupid bastard! I will kill you!
"All of you are stupid noobs!"
"Don't hate me my poor tummy! I will find us food soon!"
"Super nice ride!"
"Don't hate me for frying you!"
"Don't freak out!"
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Kragt
Proletariat
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Post by Kragt on May 11, 2009 10:20:14 GMT -5
“Unngngangujn-ja-ch-ching!!!” went Kragt. His eyes shot open and his body convulsed in the driver’s seat. The tips of his whiskers shot miniature thunderstorms at one another with his left arm smashing into the driver side window. All he saw were blinding flashes of light that tasted of blueberries. He smelled the greens, blues and reds that flew in front of him and heard the upper half of his jaw with that kitty tongue of his. The near death experience ended only to be followed by another one involving the Holystrike mobile spinning off the roof of a building. Kragt let go of the wheel and held up his book to brace for impact. The pages flew out in all directions with shreds mucking up his glasses and even getting in his nose. This was the moment and Kragt felt a series of three pushes that nearly shattered his feline form. First came the shove from below, yanking him up and having the belt keep him from hitting the roof and smashing in his skull. He felt his tail zip up the seat and then smash into his back as a second push assaulted him from behind. His body was crammed forward into the wheel and his bones collapsed against the pressure to prevent snapping. Kragt’s face got splashed with white powder and the final push forced him back and almost inside the cushion of the seat. Damn airbag… Pewsssssssssshhh! Kragt retracted his claws from the bag and began moving the paper scraps from his face and glasses. A glimpse in the rearview mirror reminded him why he was doing this and was enough to have him get out of the car, glaring at the shocking inhabitant of his car and holding a book binding with barely a few pages in it. “Assassin! Show yourself!” Kragt screamed with his empty paw grasping a sheet from the decimated tome. His body readied to attack at the earliest possible second.
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Maeve
Holy Strike
Spazzmatron 4000!
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Post by Maeve on May 11, 2009 10:30:06 GMT -5
Pain! Undeniable pain! Maeve twisted in the air trying to protect her most precious of skulls from the bludgeoning the car was giving her. "0h m¥ h34Ð! M4|{3 7h3 p41n $70p!" The car stopped its twisting movement quite suddenly. Floating?! Maeve eyes almost bulged out of noggin at the very idea of being air born! Until the former ceiling of the car, now the floor! Rushed up to meet her. Just for a second she blacked out! One second! That's all! Regardless of the amount of time spent unconscious! Maeve could taste the blood in her mouth and feel it pour from a cut across her forehead. Her papa had been a pretty impressive bar brawler back in the day when bar brawling was an acceptable career. He always told Maeve that head wounds were never as serious as they first appeared. "“Assassin! Show yourself!”
Head wounds! Stars! Who cared?! Maeve tumbled out of the car. Oh god did she wish her gloves weren't several miles in the other direction! Not to mention it was hard to think! Like some kind of fog settling down on her brain so that it would have a new home! A home were rainbows riding unicorns lived just moments again! "¡Oh oh oh! ¡Mi cabeza! ¡Lastima! ¡Qué usted hizo a mi cabeza?!" Once she got her hands on this guy! Just to make sure he knew that she meant business, Maeve ground her teeth to dust. Oh pain! Maeve tried her bust to hold her exploding head into place. "¡Usted rompió mi cabeza! ¡Le dije no freak hacia fuera! ¡Pero usted freaked hacia fuera! ¡Maldígale!"
Man the ground seemed really unstable! Shifting all around! Maeve found it really hard to keep standing. Stupid inconsiderate ground! She tried kicking it, and like anybody who tries kicking the ground in her current condition begun a long descent! Not a decent into madness! A decent to the earth! So that her head could once again find the ground! So that it could finally finish the horrible work it had started! Y'know. Out of all the ways Maeve figured she'd get hers. Getting cremed by the road was totally not one of them.
Death by butterflies. Now that was a way to go. "¡Le falto grandpa!"
===More of Maeve's totally awesome translations!=== "Oh my head! Make the pain stop!"
"Oh oh oh! My head! It hurts! What did you do to my head?!"
"You broke my head! I told you not to freak out! But you freaked out! Damn you!"
"I miss you Grandpa!"
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Kragt
Proletariat
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Post by Kragt on May 11, 2009 13:51:34 GMT -5
Kragt watched his supposed assassin stumble out of the Holystrike mobile; she looked very confused to say the least. The sight of her hitting the ground and uttering crazed foreign phrases allowed Kragt some air to breathe. His face calmed, ears straightened, tail went limp and swaying. Now that the threat seemed gone Kragt dropped the page in his hand and started a rush to the fallen one. He reached a creature that seemed semi-alive at this point. He reached forward to roll her over; grabbing her shirt near the shoulder he gave a swift tug.
“Oh dear, this does not look good,” mumbled the feline while his paw stroked his chin. A look of concern now spread over his face. Lowering his digits, Kragt attempted to check the girls pulse to make sure she was still properly alive. This was a bad move.
A bolt of energy shot through him, leaping in a wave through his body and exiting as a scorch mark between the tip of his tail and the ground. The chocking scent of burned fur flooded the nearby vicinity of Kragt. His brow scrunched together and he fanned his recently shocked paw in front of his face to remove the smell. “Alright, I get that you don’t like being touched… but you just got out of a car crash. So unless you can point me as to where you can get help, I am going to have to take you to a medical facility.” Kragt watched her spasm on the ground a bit; needless to say she didn’t seem too well. “Well in this case, let’s get you to Dr. *insert name here*. I know he can repair any damage you may have incurred,” said Kragt while attempting to lift the weasel. Deciding to pick her up from behind he grabbed at the cloth under her arms and pulled to get her into position. He grabbed her waist and lifted, “Good thing your almost as small as me, otherwise we may have had trouble with this.”
After a little coaxing; Kragt managed to get the weasel, still not sure of her name, into the passenger seat of the car. He locked her into the seat and shut the door, “We’ll head out in a few moments after I see what damage there is. Just relax up and don’t die on me. This is a hummer not a hearse.”
Kragt popped the side panel open and furrowed his face while studying the cars diagnostics. “Well it looks like it can run, and nothing is seriously hobbled,” again muttered the feline while snapping the panel closed. He got into the driver’s side and managed after a struggle to close both of the doors. Once inside Kragt deflated just a bit to see all the pages of his book scattered about the automobile. He wiped some off the dashboard and found his package, the whole reason he was here, forced under the front window. “At least it’s safe there,” said the kitty, his focus now on trying to get out of here. The keys jingled again as Kragt put them into the ignition. His eyes focused on the front readings as he measurably turned the keys. A silent pause filled his ears and then… Success! A sigh of relief came from within his chest and the engine started working, it was time to finally get this girl and the package to where they needed to be.
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