BlessedWrath

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Hope so, Lydyn. I actually went to the IRC today, just to get some interaction. Well...that didn't work. I'm apparently not part of "the group".

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I'm still lurking around, guys. I haven't forgotten about you. ^_^

I can post once the NPC response is up. I have an idea of which direction I want to go in, but we'll see where the story leads first.

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"What if I don't wanna do my job?"
"Then you'll be fired."
"Oh, good."
"Out of a cannon. Into the sun."
"Oh."

Think it was Futurama who did that bit. >_>

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~silently plots extermination of captors~ "Yes, sir, some more coffee would be lovely."

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I don't blame him. If I were in his position, I'd be trying to maneuver people into fighting with each other, so I could use the distraction to escape.

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I'm just having a blast with Sam not even really exhibiting any signs of having an ability yet. I kind of want to stretch that out for a while.

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Just as a reminder: Anyone who wants to participate in a collaborative post with me is welcome to do so. I find them incredibly useful and extremely helpful to plot. If you're stuck on your post, PM me for a collab and we'll figure it out together.

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Sam cast her eyes to the side, unimpressed by Carter and his goons. If anything, this only confirmed her theory. However, she also knew that the real power behind any organization would never risk exposure, so as high up as the man might think he is, he was still a puppet. Strings in your hand do not preclude the possibility of strings on your back. She pondered how far this thing went; how many levels of government involvement there could be. She wondered if it went straight up to the president, but decided he couldn't be involved; decisions like these weren't made by a "face".

Ranae gave her exactly what she wanted as she engaged their captors in debate. So long as they were focused on somebody else, no one would come for her. That was her hope, anyway. With all this going on, all she wanted was to flee. Once again, her life was being decided by men in suits. Once again, she felt like cattle in the slaughterhouse.

She silently resolved to do as much damage to them as she could, given the opportunity. The men in suits, the cell, and even her fellow captives all faded into the background as she worked out in her mind whether it was worth it to wait until additional freedoms were earned, so that she could more effectively sabotage them, or whether they intended to do her in regardless of how she behaved.

Then he said something that snapped her back to reality. Genetic modification via airborne toxins? Was this really true, or was it another head game? This changed everything. If true, it could explain the odd events which had taken over her life within the last week. Perhaps it connected with the odd scribblings in her notebook. This deserved further inquiry.

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Ten sounds fine to me. A highly respected member of the whipcracking community, Mr. Robert Amper, insists that a small group of dedicated enthusiasts trumps a huge number of people who never post. This is why he's got such strict rules. To my thinking, it has made his forum all the better. Quality over quantity is the way to go.

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I'm going to hang out until the NPC post in the cell before I post again. At this point, it would only be rehashing what's already happened and I don't like to post fluff. Looking forward to it!