Description: In this incomplete scene, a bunch of fighters react to being in the middle of - or part of! - a robbery.
[OOC] Rust says, "log is up!"
Just another quiet day at First Bank of Southtown. Deposits, withdrawals, denying a loan to that Chinese guy that wants to build a 'Chickens and Pogs Emporium'... Nothing out of the ordinary. At least until a large man dressed in lots of black leather and with a nasty scar on his face walks into bank. Even that isn't /too/ unheard of. What with Howard Arena this bank has seen its share of fighters dropping by, and a lot of them can look a bit... strange, to put it charitably.
Most of them, however, have the good grace not to draw a gun, kick /through/ the bulletproof glass protecting one of the tellers and then take her hostage. Pinning her down with his gun arm, the criminal tosses down a pair of duffel bags that he had slung over his shoulder, then grabs the teller again. "I want you to start filling those with $100 bills, now! Do it or she's dead!" He then spins around to face the people remaining in the bank, who didn't have the presence of mind to already bolt for the doors. "And all of you get down on the ground!"
Banks, psh. Who needs them, when one can just let the accountants of your rich brother by another mother handle your finances, and carry around your pocket money even without pockets in a big ol' duffel bag slung over your shoulder. Sure, not everyone might have these options, but hey, it works for Ryu! One might think he had already robbed a bank, except of course for the fact that his heavy military-style duffel also contains food, camping supplies, and clothes. The Ansatsuken Master makes his way down crisscrossing backstreets of Southtown, largely staying out of sight by virtue of swift, surefooted happenstance, whistling softly to himself.
The nomad is lost in his thoughts - until a few quick-thinking customers break into full flight from the bank on the adjacent main drag, drawing a curious look from under arching dark brows. He doesn't have to be attuned to the fear and threat in the air to deduce what happened... but it does help. It's a facet of the fiery, unhesitating aspect to his training that spurs the young champion to drop his duffel in the alleyway, beside a dumpster, and leap upwards, grasping a fire escape railing and vaulting up over it, before proceeding to calmly break into the bank's second story by snapping a window out of its frame... likely simultaneously setting off its silent alarm.
Brian has arrived.
[OOC] Crook says, "Hey, Brian. We've only just gotten started, if you want to get in on this."
[OOC] Brian says, "If you wanna include me, I'm down."
[OOC] Crook says, "/Too/ many people and we might have to start splitting it into subscenes, but I think one more should be okay."
Some of those fighters also look particularly hideous. Even at its ugliest hour, when the superficial glaze of beauty and cleanliness was stripped bare from Southtown, in the end one thing has remained a constant.
Pacific High teacher Howard Rust's combover still ranks somewhere near the top of that dubious honor. Nonetheless, for all intents and purposes he's just an average joe nowadays. Sure, an average joe thicker than a brick house with a hard titanium center, or some bizarre metaphor like that. Combover and possession of a rusted length of pipe aside, he has all but since blended into regular society. Which includes occasional trips to the bank.
And boy, it's been an ordinarily rough day. Grades are slipping in his class again and that's got his superiors breathing down his neck - this is bad enough when your subject is not a major part of your school's international focus.
Worse yet, his health insurance premiums skyrocketed to levels nearing 'outright extortion' since the end of the invasion. It just seems like the people who handle that sort of thing have been looking for any excuse - any at all - to just raise it even further.
He's fumbling with an old ATM trying to get a withdrawal of 30000 yen, grumbling every step of the way as it alternates between being unable to read his card or otherwise misinterpret his button presses but he doesn't feel like waiting in line to get human assistance.
Just as he finally gets his money and stuffs it in one of his toolbelt pockets there comes the sound of shattering glass, some muffled yelling, and people bolting out the door. A slow turn of his head shows some angry crazy robber making demands.
He has no delusions of heroism. He's like thirty feet away, couldn't cross that distance before he'd shoot someone who likely couldn't take that bullet, and frankly he doesn't want to give his insurance a reason to raise his premiums yet again. He politely gets down.
Gonna be one of those days again, huh.
Angel would be so down with a Chickens and Pogs Emporium - such has been the focus of the last thirty minutes of her life!! She's seated at a Chinese restaurant -right next door-, that Chinese guy right across the booth from her. Dude's being chopstick-fed some noodles courtesy of the ever-sympathetic NESTS agent, who can't help but nod her head offer sympathies. "Mm--awwwww, Mr. Wing. Chickens and pogs are so clutch, I'd go to your store every day. It's too bad about your kid and college!! Maybe I'll go talk to that mean old loan officer." She's halfway through slipping another clump of noodles into the man's mouth (she has no idea why sympathy comes in the form of feeding somebody food) when a ga-gu-gu-GUNSHOT rips through the street.
"Snap! Dude! I'm gonna go check that out. Maybe somebody else got p-o'd at that loan officer?!" Angel's gonel chopsticks still dangling in Mr. Wing's mouth.
Gone and wandering -directly- into the bank's front doors, thumbs slung her admittedly flimsy waistband, looking every bit like Cools McGee. Sure, the situation's dramatically altered from what she'd -expected-, but Angel's undeterred. She wanders right on up to Crook, over there with the bank teller, and rests her rear against the countertop before either of them.
"Heyo," she greets. "That's not the bank teller at all, but d'you think I could borrow like -- ten thousand dollars? I'll help out! I know kung-fu!" She flexes her bicep, kisses it, eyes-wide. "'Cuz you look like you're about to get stomped. Nothin' personal! Just got that look."
[OOC] Angel says, "er, 'Loan Officer'"
[OOC] Crook says, "Okay, I'll just let Brian step in, then we've got ourselves a pose order."
K9999 has arrived.
[OOC] Angel says, "i hope your hunger is sated, crook"
[OOC] Crook says, "KQuad is welcome to join, too! Although I don't know how much time people have, so we might have to split to different scenes. I'm willing to work that out if need be."
[OOC] K9999 says, "i don't actually know what's going on"
[OOC] Ryu says, "I am glad to axe kick all comers in the face."
[OOC] Rust says, "Bank robbery."
[OOC] Crook says, "Crook is robbing a bank. Ryu is using tactical espionage action to get in from upstairs, Rust is with the other patrons on the floor, and Angel just walked up and asked to help out in exchange for some cash."
[OOC] Crook says, "It remains to be seen which side Brian is going to be on. It may depend on whether or not Crook has inconvenienced him."
[OOC] K9999 says, "well"
[OOC] ROLL: K9999 rolls 1d2: 1
[OOC] K9999 says, "okay i will go with robbing the place"
[OOC] Angel is still flexible!!
Another lazy day for the Texas giant. A couple doors down from the Bank of Southtown is a small eatery that specializes in the use of kobe beef. Specifically, their wagyu hamburger has been voted the best in the city. Being a connoseur of all things cow, Brian Battler deigned today to be a good day for a burger and a beer. Well, every day's a good day for a beer. And a burger. Okay, honestly? Brian happened to see they had burgers here while wandering through the area randomly, due to getting lost on the damn subway. And that uncooked fish thing is weird.
His burger is mostly done when the fleeing begins, though the commotion draws little attention from the enormous American. Well, until one of the fleeing people knocks over his table, sending the last of his burger and his third beer spilling onto the concrete. "What the hell?" he bellows, reaching down to grab the interloper before his new nemesis shrieks in fear.
"They're robbing the bank!" the man yells, causing the cowboy's attention to follow the man's pointing finger to the front door of the bank, giving the scared man the time to scramble away and survive his SECOND near death experience in the last five minutes. Brian looks down again, then looks back to see the back of the man's wet and sharted pants as he screams off into the distance.
Grunt. "Okay, fine," he mutters, wiping his mouth with his napkin and tossing it atop the wrecked table. "Better call the cops," he bellows back to the waitstaff, who have come out to see what the commotion is all about. "I'm about to go break some asshole's neck for ruining my meal."
And with that, the mountain of a man rises, putting his mirrored sunglasses on and adjusting his cowboy hat as he stalks towards the Bank.
[OOC] Crook says, "Okay. KQuad, you want to pose in next? Otherwise I can start the next round and you can jump in whenever."
[OOC] Ryu says, "As of now it is Crook - Ryu - Rust - Sgt. Angle - Brian, right? Slotting in K49?"
[OOC] Crook says, "Yeah, I think that's right."
[OOC] Angel ten-hut
[OOC] Brian says, "Number #142 on the List of Things Unlikely to Happen: Brian and Ryu on the same side of a conflict."
[OOC] Brian scratches it out.
[OOC] Ryu says, "Hey I like beer and burgers what more is there."
[OOC] K9999 says, "Actually let me switch"
ODROP::K9999 heads OOC.
Vice has arrived.
[OOC] Ryu says, "This will be the second time I've fought Vice trying to enable someone else to rob a bank."
[OOC] Brian says, "Crap, I can't fight Vice. :|"
[OOC] Brian says, "You can handle her, Roux."
[OOC] Crook suddenly has two hot female minions. Aw yeah.
[OOC] Vice says, "Can I get just the pose from the crook?"
One of those people: Vice... Vice... uh...
Just, okay, 'Vice'.
Vice actually makes a lot of money in her position as Rugal Bernstein's 'assistant'(read: assassin), and she can't very well keep it all in her mattress or anything. So sometimes, she has to go to the bank to deposit her check; usually, these ventures even end bloodlessly, because bankers get kind of antsy at their customers maiming other customers/the tellers at the drop of a hat.
Yes, she gets paychecks, yes, 'R' is a criminal organization, no, this is not illogical.
When the crook bursts through the door, Vice is actually more annoyed that the teller has to stop dealing with her deposit than, you know, afraid or something. She turns her eyes impassively to the woman as she's yanked over the counter just beside her, rolls her neck around slowly on her shoulders, licks her lips.
When she flexes her fingers, there are no soft *shnk* sounds as when Mature makes the same gesture, just heat. Heat within, heat of the blood, for her, for the crook, the teller, everyone. She turns her head, and then finally her whole body so that she is facing the criminal, then leans insouciently against the counter.
"Hey," she lowly rasps. "Hey, shit for brains, business op for you:" She makes a great show of clearing her throat.
"Put the teller down, let her finish my deposit, don't even think of touching my fuckin' money, and I won't put that gun inside you and start pullin' the trigger."
The bank robber stares at Angel as she saunters right up to him. This is partly because this is unexpected behavior when you are a violent man with a gun, and partly because of Angel's outfit. It takes him a moment to process the offer she makes... this time mostly because of the outfit. "Wait, you wanna-" And that's when Vice cuts in. The robber turns to Vice with a sneer and is just about to start telling her off when something deep in the prehistoric depths of his brain starts screaming at him. The sneer slides off his face, and he actually leans back a bit from Vice without understanding why he's doing so. "Uh... uh..."
She hasn't actually /done/ much yet, and the robber isn't a particularly smart guy, but sometimes you just know when death is staring you in the face. ...Angel wants $10k? That sounds like a good offer right about now. He quickly looks over to the NESTS agent, then gestures at Vice. "Ten thousand? You've got a deal! Take care of her!"
[OOC] Ryu says, "So can I start us off? I have an IDEA(tm)."
[OOC] Rock says, "Is this idea Shin Shoryuken everyone here"
[OOC] Ryu says, "No I do not have that much super :("
[OOC] Angel says, "medium kickx10 ryu"
[OOC] Crook says, "Doesn't bother me, go for it. Whatever it is."
[OOC] Brian says, "Have at."
When it comes to unpredictable, hot crazy murderous women probably take the gold. Still, crusading hobos breaking in to stop one's breakin is pretty chaotic, too. Ryu hushes the unnerved executives in the upper story of the big ol' bank building, borrowing a heavy, multi-angled lead crystal paperweight on his quick course to the staircase. Ryu doesn't /descend/ the stairs so much as take the first three steps and then leap abruptly over the railing, one hand planting on the hardwood as he lands on lithely bending legs, about the same time that Vice and Angel and the robber with the worst timing in the history of the WORLD have their little confrontation.
It's fair to say that the nomad is kind of tunnel visioned, after all the would-be robber has a hostage. The Wanderer? He has /really incredible aim/. As he touches down, the paperweight is loosed with air-ripping force, whooshing with the sheer velocity as it displaces atmosphere between Ryu's hand.... and the crook's /face/. Right behind it charges a nigh-blurring figure in a white gi. He may not sprint faster than a speeding bullet, but he's certainly not holding anything back, "Everyone take cover!" The fact that the robber has, well, improvised allies certainly tickles the back of his mind: he can sense the other fighters in part or in whole, and he's /fought/ the crazy R-employed redhead a few times. The priority, however, remains the same.
COMBATSYS: Ryu has wandered into a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Crook has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Brian has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Angel has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Angel
COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|
Sure, Southtown's infrastructure isn't the greatest but Mr. Rust here figures at some point if it's just an ordinary angry guy, he'll get taken down by some other guys the moment he steps out of the bank. Nothing worth being worked up over. Just take a deep breath, wait it out, nobody'll need to get shot hopefu--
Wait wait wait. One Mr. Rust performs a double take when he sees a particular young lady stroll in and make a number of bizarre declarations like, say, helping. He recognizes that getup and it instantly puts whatever hairs are left on the back of his neck up on end. What's she doing here?! She was there back when he got himself stuck inside that forward base in the park, and... oooooooooh boy.
This really /is/ gonna be one of those days. If, for nothing else, the prospect of the people involved in invading Southtown still casually popping in for a good robbery or two. Never mind that there is also some irate lady or another whom doesn't immediately ring familiar spoiling for a fight or anything, there's also suddenly a much more familiar voice yelling for everyone to take cover while they join the melee.
Well what the hell does it look like I'm doing, the nearly forty-year-old man would be prone to say as the paperweight flies (today's forecast: cloudy with a chance of fists).
He tries to maintain at least some level of composure, his somewhat numb right hand instinctively resting on the makeshift hilt of Ol' Rusty before he even realizes it.
A reflex that has consistently gotten him in trouble so many times past and just may very well do it to him yet again!
COMBATSYS: Rust has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Rust takes no action.
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[OOC] Crook says, "This is not likely to be a long fight. But that's okay! And maybe then Ryu and Vice will find each other's presence disagreeable. Who knows?"
[OOC] Angel is jamming the 'parley' button so many times in regards to vice
[OOC] Angel says, "'I can teach you not to look like a harpy!!'"
[OOC] Vice says, "i can teach you not to look like a skank"
[OOC] Angel says, "welp, vice"
[OOC] Rock says, "oh man, I need popcorn"
Angel's lips purse - she's confused - then open into a simple, shocked expression. Somebody's talking?!? She turns towards Vice, who is standing wayyyy too close to the Latina, and can't help but be just the slightest bit impressed. Impressed in the sense that Vice is hella better at being scary than Angel'd ever hope to be. So scary, as a matter of fact, that she's not even listening to the Generic Crook anymore. Eyes wide as dinnerplates, fingernails rapping against the countertop in a frenzied, pent-up staccatto, she breathes out a simple, appreciative: "Holy crap, girl, you're -freaky-."
Pause.
"Like, -cool- freaky. How d'you do that throat thing??" Angel isn't about to try; gears are turning, she's remembering she'd promised to help the Hamburglar out. The Chicken & Pogs Emporium! That's right! Angel shakes her head, briefly, and makes a final, plaintive statement towards the Orochi Secretary.
"If you want, we can get another ten thousand out of him and split it?! It'd be like -- ten thousand a piece, right?"
Angel's not waiting for an answer. Lightning fast, she reaches up to slap Vice in the head (hopefully leading it to impact off of the bulletproof glass mere inches behind it) so that she's able to bring the same fist around, speed-bag style, and offer a second, much less 'slappy' as opposed to 'punchy' second strike!
"Think about it!"
As an afterthought, she winks to Rust. Doesn't remember him, but he's giving HER a look like HE does - which is enough. This may prove to be her undoing.
[OOC] Vice says, "What is the order again?"
[OOC] Angel says, "Crook - Ryu - Rust - Angel - Brian - Vice"
[OOC] Angel says, "I BELIEVE"
[OOC] Vice says, "good enough for me"
[OOC] Rust says, "This appears correct!"
The bank's doors darken. They then open, but stay pretty damn dark. Then the doors move. Oh, wait, that door is actually a man. Hahaha... oh boy. The scowl on Brian's face has been known to cause bikers to relieve themselves, and it's certainly in full effect right now. He's going to take every last penny of that meal out of this robber's backside, at a price of about a yen an ounce. That'll be a whole hell of a lot of ounces. But who exactly is the crook? He can't see the robber at this moment, and the Texan (who has lit a cigar during his little walk to the bank's doors) surveys the situation. Lots of people on the ground here. A slutty platinum blonde slapping at his fellow "R" associate, who will likely be taking the bimbo's silicone rack clean off here in a moment. A flying paperweight hurled by a gi clad hobo. And a giant Texan. Seems things are in order.
Looking down at the assembled humanity, Brian would normally not give two shits about their well-being. But he does know that these people present a tactical problem... Mainly, stepping on one of them could cause an ankle to roll, and that would be bad. He slowly takes a pull from his cigar, then, with the wisps of smoke escaping his lips, he says, "I'd suggest y'all scurry your horizontal asses out of this place. It's gonna get messy in here." Without waiting for them to actually shift out of the way, he moves quickly into motion, rushing to the first target he can see... Mainly, the one striking at his compatriot. Crossing the lobby in just a few long steps, the seven foot plus linebacker's fist erupts in bluish-silver chi as he attempts to clothesline Angel through the teller's window. It's his job, after all, to play backup to the rest of "R" as needed.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Vice with Senseless Fists.
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[OOC] Ryu says, "So senseless :("
[OOC] Vice says, "teach me to dodge on a 50"
[OOC] Ryu says, "Hey it works half the time!"
[OOC] Angel says, "it's OK vice I got rocked last night"
[OOC] Angel says, "also it is"
[OOC] Angel says, "4-2"
[OOC] Angel says, "RUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING"
[OOC] Ryu says, "This fight is totally balanced I am R1."
[OOC] Angel says, "oh well that changes everything"
[OOC] Rust is probably gonna putz around, has an idea but is waiting to see how some poses unfold.
Vice just kind of... stands there, letting herself be hit a few times.
She also just kind of smiles after the first blow and keeps it up for the rest.
Her teeth are surprisingly white, for someone who's probably had blood splattered on them, like, a lot.
"Huh," she conversationally says afterwards. Her eyes slide towards Brian a moment, then back to Angel. "Hey, Brian," she says as she relaxes her right arm and gently shakes it back and forth; unseen, spools of dark fabric are unwinding within the sleeve. "You wanna make four grand? This stripper's sayin' we can make this douchebag cut us in." She eyes the criminal a moment. "You /will/ cut us in, right? 'cause otherwise, I'm just gonna straight up kill you and take the money anyways, no embellishin'."
With that, she flicks her right arm towards Angel without actually turning her head to face the latina. A long, flexible and highly tensile strip of cloth shoots from within her sleeve to wrap around an arm so that she can be flung across the bank.
"Think about it!"
Crook has disconnected.
[OOC] Vice says, "nooooo"
[OOC] Angel says, "it's ok vice"
[OOC] Angel says, "croooook"
[OOC] Angel says, "come baaaack"
[OOC] Ryu says, "He has robbed us of hitting him in the face"
[OOC] Rust says, "Top class criminal behavior!"
[OOC] Angel says, "that's straight up disgaea-style roguery"
[OOC] Angel says, "Steal: Scene"
[OOC] Vice says, "who was running him anyway :("
[OOC] Ryu says, "Crow I think"
[OOC] Vice says, "oh :("
[OOC] Brian says, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's Crow."
[OOC] Vice says, "(did he just abruptly decide to rob a bank, that is pretty cool if so)"
[OOC] Angel says, "he was doing a test"
[OOC] Brian says, "Which I think was, 'Hm, I wonder who I can get to succumb to random RP if I make a global announcement.'"
[OOC] Vice says, "it's a good test"
[OOC] Vice says, "i--i thought it was maybe some 'i wonder if random npcs can be given to people for rp' thing"
[OOC] Vice says, "which might be neat some day"
[OOC] Angel says, "yeah the test was, i think"
[OOC] Angel says, "exactly what we did last night Vice"
[OOC] Angel says, "except much more successful"
[OOC] Vice says, "i think for starting at like 9 or 10 pacific"
[OOC] Angel says, "'let's kick players in the ass'"
[OOC] Vice says, "we did pretty good"
[OOC] Angel says, "true"
[OOC] Rust says, "I think I know what happened."
[OOC] Rust says, "Crow had to answer the robot roll call, a movie was on."
[OOC] Angel says, "man i miss that show"
[OOC] Rust says, "it was groovy."
[OOC] Ryu says, "For sure"
[OOC] Rust says, "now the interesting part! There are six of us with wildly differing schedules!"
[OOC] Rust says, "the true magic of MotM!"
[OOC] Ryu says, "Yes indeed."
[OOC] Vice says, "Ryu I am curious"
[OOC] Vice says, "What are the rules or whatever as it stands for using just random NPC dudes?"
[OOC] Ryu says, "Theoretically plotstaff should've been doing this stuff since they were hired. :P Facheads also have access to NPCs. There was talk at one point about making thugs puppetable by more people but it has yet to be coded afaik."
[OOC] Ryu says, "In general you should be able to request someone to run or to be allowed to run a mook whenev."
[OOC] Vice says, "Yeah that's just why I was wondering, since I was about to put up a suggestion on the board"
[OOC] Vice says, "To that effect"
[OOC] Rust says, "I had fun standing in for a Thug in that one LLK scene."
[OOC] Rust would probably do it again, lackeyhood is fun in short bursts.
[OOC] Ryu says, "Yea it is a blast, I've done a buncha scenes as various levels of goon."
[OOC] Rust says, "I wonder where Crook ranks in the generic thug pantheon."
[OOC] Ryu says, "And plan to again soon if a closing post ever goes up!!"
[OOC] Ryu says, "I don't know I forget Crook. He may be new."
[OOC] Ryu says, "I remember Thug, Elite, Tiny, Invader and Invader2..."
[OOC] Rust says, "I know... Thug, Creep, Tiny."
[OOC] Rust says, "oh yeah, turret"
[OOC] Rust says, "god damn turrets."
[OOC] Ryu says, "TURRRRET"
[OOC] Rust says, "MotM needs to have a spinoff already, TurretFighter, where everyone apps as sassy newly-made turrets with increasingly ridiculous ammunition loadouts."
[OOC] Ryu says, "I enjoyed reflecting and nearly destroying the turret in one of my YFCC fights."
[OOC] Rust says, "in fact I suggest that should be the April Fool's Day gag."
[OOC] Rust says, "motm closes, turretfighter opens!"
[OOC] Ryu says, "MotM Tower Defense."
[OOC] Vice says, "maybe the worst bbpost i've written in my life, oh well"
[OOC] Rust says, "Make it happen, Ryu."
[OOC] Rust says, "...somehow."
[OOC] Ryu says, "Hey I resigned, I already pitched that idea a year or more ago, and was the one to give pw's to the thugs to all the evil facheads!"
[OOC] Rust says, "I mean the tower defense thing."
[OOC] Rust says, "but alas, you are right, we are without staff."
[OOC] Ryu says, "Oh right. The NPC thing needs to happen too though."
[OOC] Rust says, "maybe we can find a pitchfork."
[OOC] Rust says, "I guess we won't be seeing Crow back any time soon."
[OOC] Rock says, "Probably died of a heart attack."
[OOC] Ryu says, "I missed and hit the player in the face I guess. :/"
[OOC] Angel says, "only ryu can hit somebody into disconnection"
[OOC] Ryu says, "With a paperweight."
Rust has disconnected.
Rust has connected.
[OOC] Rust says, "sorry 'bout that, reboot."
[OOC] Ryu says, "Unforgivable."
[OOC] Rust says, "aie"
[OOC] Rust is gonna wait another 30 minutes. If Crow doesn't show (chances are he might've eaten a winter storm or something I guess, if he lives in the area) I'll call it a night here.
[OOC] Rust says, "As far as availability goes, Monday is MM10, Tuesday I help run something on M3 so might be really slow."
[OOC] Ryu says, "It's getting close to his normal bedtime now anyway, he's seldom up past midnight or 1 EST afaik."
[OOC] Rust says, "I get you."
[OOC] Ryu says, "What is MM10?"
[OOC] Rust says, "Mega Man 10."
[OOC] Ryu says, "Oh cool."
[OOC] Rust says, "Sheep Man awaits."
[OOC] Rust says, "(yes, there is seriously a Sheep Man)"
[OOC] Ryu says, "They are running out of evil robot master ideas."
[OOC] Rust says, "dude, don't fuck with Sheep Man, he will make you sheep your pants."
[OOC] Ryu says, "Wool pants are itchy too :/"
[OOC] Rust says, "that they are."
[OOC] Rust says, "Too bad that is not his weapon."
[OOC] Rock says, "Oh man, MM10 is actually coming out that soon?"
[OOC] Rust says, "March 1st on Wii, 11th on PS3, 31st on 360 if I am not mistaken."
[OOC] Rust says, "so yeah, if you have a Wii, less than a week to go!"
[OOC] Rock says, "My Wii is gathering dust."
[OOC] Rock hasn't plugged it in for a while.
[OOC] Rust says, "yeah, mine hasn't seen that much play either. but MM10'll make it all worthwhile again."
[OOC] Rock will just wait for the x360 version.
[OOC] Rust says, "anyway, guess I'll call the log off here - let's all keep in touch about the next time we may coincidentally be able to get together."
Log created on 18:45:52 02/25/2010 by Rust, and last modified on 10:45:58 10/20/2014.