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alright thanks!

yerp lol, it sucks i know but i remember i played a while ago and it never did it.

"Gotta be some around here..." Blake answered slowly, the look on his face clear that he found the thing on He Who Lies' face gross, to say the least. He got up and took a sip of his drink, rummaging through draws, the sounds of random clattering objects sounded through the apartment until a triumphant slam of a cupboard canceled them all out.

Blake came back with a bottle of some cheap, brand-name glue that was half-used. Tossing it to the man, he sat back down, taking another sip of his beer as he watched He Who Lies carefully. Not because he was suspicious, really, but because he expected a small alien creature to jump out of the hole at any moment.

Then, to this woman, Brian would not be considered a 'doo-gooder'. As the man was tangled in whatever she had done (and he had never seen that before, it was somewhat cool), Brian reached into his right holster and pulled out his Colt. Three bangs rang out throughout the dome as the rounds went sailing through the air to the zombie, the shells dropping outside the Jeep door. Brian got out of his vehicle and slammed the door, gun still at the ready. He walked nearer until he was right up to the thing. Whether it was dead or not, he raised his gun to it's forehead and pumped one more piece of lead into it.

"Arrange it, then," Brian said, and with that he walked back to his Jeep. He opened the trunk and opened one of the more slim but long, shiny silver case. He took out the MP5 and a silencer, closing the case and laying the gun on top. Screwing the silencer on he picked the weapon up and aimed down the road he had come from, analyzing the sights. He aimed downwards a little and took a shot. Not only did the bullet hit the ground exactly were the sights were aimed, but the sound the gun made was significantly more toned down, and there was a rather good chance no one from the camp heard it.

Satisfied with the result he walked back to his Jeep, placing the gun back in it's case, and moving on to open the next one, containing the M16.

"Not really," he said, gazing over to the back of his Jeep. "I probably should have brought some more Colt ammo." He shrugged, then put all the papers back into the folder, leaving it on his hood. He walked back and stood silently, listening to the general give his speech. He walked off and a techie went up to Brian and handed him a Hazmat suit. Grimacing, he tossed it onto his shoulder and held the helmet, listening to the rest of the group ask questions, and one of them make some sort of spell in a stone bowl.

"So, are we entering on foot?" Brian asked the scientist, it being clear enough that he was hoping he could ride in on his Jeep, as it would be the easiest way to have all of his weapons and ammunition ready for him to use. If not, he would just have to choose a weapon and hope he doesn't run out of ammo.

((Oh, and I forgot to mention in my last post, Brian's an Assault Rifle/Devices Blaster, so he has all the Devices goodies with him too.))

"Sure..." the voice answered, sounding slightly cautious and confused. "He says my real name with a certain intent in mind and I get something that feels like a fire is burning inside and throughout my body. It isn't really my body, mind you, but the feeling is the same. How the boy found out what my real name is, by Judge I have no idea. But, whenever I tick him off enough, he says it, and slam, there it is.

"The worst part is the fire. Me, fire doesn't usually hurt me. Or effect me, really. It's as much as a part of my body as my tail is. But yet, when that stupid boy says it, it runs through me like holy water, burning my insides. Quite annoying, really."

Ghostbusters!!!

*ahem*

In all seriousness, I do believe that Dark should be hired, or at least compensated. The fact that her gameplay videos are better than some of the dev-made ones say something.

Actually, I agree with the devs on this one.

I approve of this post.

Michael debated inwardly for a second, then shrugged. Walking back over to the man, he grabbed the plank. "Play nice," the Warshade threatened playfully, then with a quick outstretched hand, the man was free. Tossing the board somewhere across the beach, he turned back to the rest of the group.

"Thank you," Blake said without looking away from his sister. "Really, thank you." Blake stood up and exhaled deeply, the sound could be heard even from behind his hood. His eyes lingered on his sister for a moment longer before he turned to He Who Lies and noticed how tired and worn he looked. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing the heavy breaths the man took. "If you want, I can get you something to drink. If it would still be safe."

"Water, soda, I think I still have some beer. Do you want something?" Blake paused, then asked "Or are we supposed to leave the Row?"

"Sorry, but he sounded so mad I thought I'd let him get at least one good swing in. Second one was a bit overboard in my eyes."

"No, he's quite comfortable actually. And after swinging a plank like a baseball bat at a hero's head, I think he deserves a time-out." Michael took a step away from the man but didn't do anything about the hold. He listened to White Tiger but said nothing, only nodding when she mentioned him. "You were quite the guy back then, weren't ya Squid?" he whispered.

"Michael..."

"Sorry, meant to be a joke. That was a bit out of bounds. My bad." Michael turned to the rest of the group and scratched the back of his neck. "Look, the whale is still alive and everyone's okay. I honestly don't get what arguing our points is doing except giving us a reason to argue."

"Uh-oh, this isn't going to end well."

"Predictions?"

"A civie with a plank is attacking a hero with a sword. How would you think that would end?"

"Clear enough. What would be the proper course of action?"

"How should I know? I guess I'll just..."

Michael walked up to the civilian and put his hand on the guy's shoulder. His hand flared purple for a moment as he sent energy swirling around his body until it reached the civilian's feet, effectively holding him in place. All this would do was hold him, however, and the man would feel no pain at all. And unless he had superstrength, he wasn't moving anytime soon.

"How about we calm down sir. No need to whack people with boards," Michael said to the man, and then Sue started talking again, about saving the whale, talking to it, blah, blah, blah. "ENOUGH ABOUT THE STUPID WHALE!What's DONE is DONE. No fricking debating that now, is there?! Just let the stupid thing go and be done with it!"

"Michael, please, calm down. Killing anyone will only make the problem worse."

"What do you think I've been doing for the past seven years? Drinking tea and cheering the boy on, hoping he lives on to his next adventure?"

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help me – but also by doing this, we must ensure that his sister makes it into the hands of He Who Lies.’

"Honestly, and I hate to admit this, two tanks and a barrel full of hell-monkeys aren't going to stop him from finding his sister."

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his, we must plunge the knife deeper and finally break him. Although, I require his body for something – is there a way you can get at him mentally whilst I reinforce you with emotional damage?’

"I'm not so sure now. I've already made the boy mad enough with my chatter, if I say anything else, he'll probably torture me again. The pain feels good every once in a while after feeling a lot of nothing, but a couple bits of it here and there are good enough for me."

Blake looked around the street, seeing nothing but green haze. And when he tried to look at the rooftops, he couldn't tell much of anything, really. He shrugged and said "I don't know. I was never really good at that stuff. My sixth-sense isn't very good."

The teen kept walking along, looking at all the buildings he passed until he stopped suddenly. "Here!" he shouted, his voice loud from the excitement of finally reaching his sister. He walked up the stone steps and opened the front door, which lead to a long hallway inside. "Come on," Blake motioned to He Who Lies, leaving it up to the man whether or not to shut the door.

Blake walked down the long hallway until he reached the door on the opposite end which lead to a flight of stairs. Instead of opening that door, he banged on the one to it's right. "Candice!" he shouted, knocking a few times. "Candice, it's Blake. Open up!" There was no answer, so Blake patted his jean pockets, then reached into his left and pulled out a key.

Opening the door after fiddling with it for a few tense moments, he looked around and saw no one at first after a quick glance before seeing the lump on the couch covered by a blanket. Blake rushed in and threw the blanket onto the floor, revealing Candice, unconcious.

She, like Blake, had dark black hair, except her' was much more neat than his. She had a long-sleeved green shirt on and a pair of jeans. The TV was blaring some comedy show filmed somewhere in California. In case He Who Lies wanted to look around (he probably shouldn't, but supers these days), the small kitchen was to the left with no door, like it was attatched to the living room. A door straight ahead lead to the bathroom, and the two doors on the right were bedrooms, Blake's and Candice's respectively.

"Help her," Blake said, his eyes pleading more than his words "Please."

((Bah, some of the coloring got messed up at the top. Sorry.))

"Are you sure that is a good idea? The mammal is terribly hurt already after all." This statement from Squid was backed up by the shouting of the healer on the ground, and the flying man that had suddenly appeared.

"No need to get angry sir, this can be solved in an orderly manner. We just all need to freeze down."

"Cool down, Squid. It's 'cool'."

"My apologies. 'Cool' down."

"I apologize for my appearance, miss, but it is the only way I can stay aloft with you at this altitude. If it would please you, we could go to the ground where I could become human again." He put a slight emphasis on the word 'human'.

<"I do apologize. Michael is stubborn as a horse. He's only this way with 'attractive' Earth females. It confuses me, to say the least. And please, do not worry about my past, it is just that.">

The Warshade turned it's head back towards the water for a quick glance, then back. <"I do not see any beings in the water. Is there something else I could assist you with? If not, I'm sure Michael would like to have a conversation with you. If not, have no worries, I will deter him.">