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Post by Huntress on Mar 24, 2008 17:17:53 GMT -5
You know, I was literally thinking of making a mafia thread in the Splatterboard a few weeks ago, and then look what pops up. XD What are the odds? But gah, I dunno whose side to choose. ;__; My secretary's union says I need to uphold my contract with Hunty...but Carrie's my mini-buddy. D=! Eh, I like my job. *sides with Hunty* Remember who's been with ya the longest, will ya, Hunty? =3 Perhaps this Christmas you won't get an ugly sweater and a slice of cold turkey after all. But concerning uneven distribution of alliances, well *twirls fedora* y'see boys, the don is happy if you do her favors. Annihilating enemies counts as favors. If there are very few enemies, you won't have many chances of doing favors, ergo, your don will not be happy with you. Your boss wants actions, not pretty words. So get out there and find some enemies to shoot >:] ...I dun care how you find them, just find them >.>
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Post by Nova on Mar 24, 2008 17:51:01 GMT -5
Hunty FTW! =D Family sticks togetha, Right Ginz? ^_~
That and uh, Kat joined Hunty's side. xDD
Okay, truthfully, without Kat or Ginz, im with Hunty. *grabs a pair of pistols* This will be fun.
Someone say annihilate? I'm your nova. ^_~
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Post by kittygirl on Mar 24, 2008 18:17:23 GMT -5
I'm retracting my support of Carrie. I officially support no one! We have no reason to fight other than these two goonies told us too! We shouldn't kill any one (especially the ones we like) just because they told us to. Let's find out what this is about before we're at each other's necks.
Hunty, Carrie, what's this all about.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2008 18:46:16 GMT -5
Rikku gave me shinies so I've officially joined a side. ^___^ GO CARRIE!
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Post by Smithy on Mar 25, 2008 5:52:29 GMT -5
Hmm, hello everyone, I'm new 'round here, just came straight from NTAG on Neopets after a lot of thinking. I have a few series and stories being written down, and I'm getting used to drawing, though practice could still definitely make perfect.
Congrats to all you writers and drawers who got accepted. Nice April Fools trick, by the way. *grin*.
And who's side am I on? Let's see...
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Nobody could see her, yet anyone could. The girl strolled through the darkness of the night, her face hidden. Then, at the side of a non-descript building, she paused, and looked up at it. She walked up to the door, and pulled out what looked like a watch, and seemed to inspect it. Then she walked up to the door. A fluttering shape flew up next to her, and perched on her shoulder. She smiled and petted it. Then she knocked.
A gruff voice sounded from within, and a door panel slid open. ”Who’s there, and what’s your business here?” A Yurble, she decided immediately, by the voice, the shuffling footsteps, and the shape of the eye.
The girl spoke in a low, leisurely tone. “Residence of Don Huntress, I believe? I’m here to talk to her and only her. Open up.”
The Yurble’s eyes squinted, and the door panel shut. The girl tapped on the ground with her heel, waiting. Soon, the door opened. Just as she thought, a Yurble stood before her. “Come in.”
The girl stepped in. “With pleasure.” She began walking to the door at the end of the corridor.
The Yurble caught her gloved hand. “Where do you think you’re going alone?”
With an easy flick of her wrist, the girl got her hand free. “I told you I’m here to talk with Don Huntress and <i>only</i> Don Huntress. Move off, shorty.”
At the end of the corridor, the girl tapped at the door. “Enter.” She took the invitation.
Don Huntress stood in front of a desk, her arms folded. “You want t’join as a new recruit?”
Huntress took in the girl in front of her, and the girl did likewise to Huntress.
The girl wore a sleek looking trenchcoat, apparently with a white shirt beneath, and long pants, with (Huntress noted) perfect looking red suede boots. Dark glasses hid her eyes, and long braids dangled from the back of her head.
Huntress spoke sharply. “Who are you? Never seen you around before.”
The girl looked squarely back at Huntress , and seemed to ignore the question, speaking in her luxurious voice. “Don Huntress? Pleasure, I’m sure. I’ve heard news of a war.” She flipped open a card.” Nature, mercenary fingersmith.”
Huntress was still cool. “Can you handle a gun?”
Nature chuckled. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sleek metal gun appeared in each of her hands. “Would be suicide if I couldn’t.” Just as quickly, they disappeared. “I’ll stay, ‘long as I get good payment.”
Huntress shrewdly looked at her, then nodded. “Deal. You’re in.”
Nature nodded, and turned to leave. She stopped, and spoke over her shoulder. “I’m always around. Just tell any of your messengers to whistle for Archimedes. They’ll know what I mean.” And she swept out.
With the Yurble, Huntress watched Nature blend into the shadows outside. The last thing they saw were the yellow, accusing eyes of the Whoot on her shoulder.
“I don’t trust her, Hunty.”
Huntress still looked into the street. “I don’t know, Gooch. I don’t know…”
***
If you’ve read Roald Dahl’s “The Hitchhiker”, you’ll know what a fingersmith is. *grin*
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Post by Rider on Mar 25, 2008 10:38:16 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Welcome aboard, Nature. We have a Nature in here, good luck not getting mixed up with her.
And you have a Whoot named Archimedes. Respect points. XD [/glow]
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Post by Tam on Mar 25, 2008 11:55:21 GMT -5
*twirls gun lazily and slides it into holster on her hip* I'm used to fighting for my life with a slingshot. This should be easy. >.> I dunno, gals. Make me an offer I can't refuse. ... *shot* It's made of wood. xD It is if you believe it is. ^__^ LOL... that's a HUGE gun, Birdy. xD Have fun hoisting it around like a small tree. It has to be big. D: It's not very good at shooting, so my best chance is whacking people over the head with it. That being said, after many long hours of sleep, meals, drawing, playing games, and painful deliberation... I have decided to put my gun with none other than don Carrie. >.> The don Hunty bombed my castle. But in return I shall require... a shrubbery. =D ...I need to hide my gun somewhere.
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Post by Huntress on Mar 25, 2008 12:12:26 GMT -5
I'm retracting my support of Carrie. I officially support no one! We have no reason to fight other than these two goonies told us too! We shouldn't kill any one (especially the ones we like) just because they told us to. Let's find out what this is about before we're at each other's necks. Hunty, Carrie, what's this all about. I had a perfectly good comic to explain it all and it wasn't easy to draw >__> ...mkay, the thing with comics is, they don't contain much text x'3 Long story short: - Carrie and I have managed to co-exist very nicely in Tabloid Town, earning our daily bread and so forth.
- Carrie doublecrossed me by sending in a spy and acquiring important secret papers. You don't need to know more about those papers >>
- I didn't like the idea, so I'm wiping her and her entire syndicate out of existence.
- She's trying to do the same. As in, to wipe me and my syndicate out of existence.
- Everyone who gets caught in the middle is likely to get a nice pair of new shoes. Made of cement.
- Everyone who doublecrosses, doesn't please the dons, or is otherwise a bad boy, also gets a nice pair of new shoes. Also made of cement.
- Bugger, that's a lot of cement. Carrie, who holds the local cement factory again?
- Ergo, join me :3
On a sidenote, once we get everything sorted out, we oughtta get a game-like thing rolling that'll give a better meaning to this than general shooting and suchlike. Until then, and until we get the question of the cement factory figured out, do continue shooting people :]
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Post by Celestial on Mar 25, 2008 12:43:58 GMT -5
[/li][li]Everyone who gets caught in the middle is likely to get a nice pair of new shoes. Made of cement.[/quote] Sablones, are you sure you still want to be the private detective? >_>
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Post by Stal on Mar 25, 2008 13:10:29 GMT -5
Well, House Stalos will be staying as neutral as possible throughout this petty fighting amongst the spies.
Unless one can fully court the house to their side, that is.
Otherwise, I'll just let you both obliterate each other and come out on top anyway.
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 25, 2008 15:42:52 GMT -5
Hmm.
Don Carrie,
It has come to my attention that you are currently having some disagreements with a certain Hunty. I also understand that currently she has more subordinates in her employ than you do. Unfortunately, both sides are similarly armed; logic dictates that in a face-to-face confrontation her forces will triumph by sheer numbers. I have a proposition for you...something that may help even the odds.
I know a few people. These people have access to...things. Objects. Items even, if I may be so bold. For a modest fee I can arrange for a few of these things to find their ways into your hands, and from there into the hands of the people working for you.
You'll notice that I've attached a cell phone to this letter. The phone is programmed to call a specific number and is good for one use only. If you believe that we can work together, you can use the phone to contact me. If not, I advise you to keep it, just in case.
I await your response with great anticipation.
Regards, Amneiger.
Don Hunty,
I've heard that you're currently have some trouble with somebody known to her employees as Don Carrie. I've also heard that Carrie is a rather ruthless sort, who thinks nothing of spending money, resources, and lives to eliminate you. I believe that I may be able to help you stop her.
There are a few friends of mine who have access to supplies. Weapons, ammunition ... you know the type. I'll need some cash for shipping and transportation, but after that I can get you what you need. These people are quite reliable, so there's no danger of any deals falling through.
I've attached a cell phone to this letter. For safety reasons this phone can only be used to call a specific number and will only work once. If you're interested, call me. Even if you aren't, I would keep it; any edge would be helpful in the time to come.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely, Amneiger.
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Post by Goosh on Mar 25, 2008 15:46:08 GMT -5
Hmm. Don Carrie,
It has come to my attention that you are currently having some disagreements with a certain Hunty. I also understand that currently she has more subordinates in her employ than you do. Unfortunately, both sides are similarly armed; logic dictates that in a face-to-face confrontation her forces will triumph by sheer numbers. I have a proposition for you...something that may help even the odds.
I know a few people. These people have access to...things. Objects. Items even, if I may be so bold. For a modest fee I can arrange for a few of these things to find their ways into your hands, and from there into the hands of the people working for you.
You'll notice that I've attached a cell phone to this letter. The phone is programmed to call a specific number and is good for one use only. If you believe that we can work together, you can use the phone to contact me. If not, I advise you to keep it, just in case.
I await your response with great anticipation.
Regards, Amneiger.Don Hunty,
I've heard that you're currently have some trouble with somebody known to her employees as Don Carrie. I've also heard that Carrie is a rather ruthless sort, who thinks nothing of spending money, resources, and lives to eliminate you. I believe that I may be able to help you stop her.
There are a few friends of mine who have access to supplies. Weapons, ammunition ... you know the type. I'll need some cash for shipping and transportation, but after that I can get you what you need. These people are quite reliable, so there's no danger of any deals falling through.
I've attached a cell phone to this letter. For safety reasons this phone can only be used to call a specific number and will only work once. If you're interested, call me. Even if you aren't, I would keep it; any edge would be helpful in the time to come.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely, Amneiger.>> I imagine bad things would happen if one of them called and got a busy signal.
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Post by kittygirl on Mar 25, 2008 15:47:54 GMT -5
I'm retracting my support of Carrie. I officially support no one! We have no reason to fight other than these two goonies told us too! We shouldn't kill any one (especially the ones we like) just because they told us to. Let's find out what this is about before we're at each other's necks. Hunty, Carrie, what's this all about. I had a perfectly good comic to explain it all and it wasn't easy to draw >__> ...mkay, the thing with comics is, they don't contain much text x'3 Long story short: - Carrie and I have managed to co-exist very nicely in Tabloid Town, earning our daily bread and so forth.
- Carrie doublecrossed me by sending in a spy and acquiring important secret papers. You don't need to know more about those papers >>
- I didn't like the idea, so I'm wiping her and her entire syndicate out of existence.
- She's trying to do the same. As in, to wipe me and my syndicate out of existence.
- Everyone who gets caught in the middle is likely to get a nice pair of new shoes. Made of cement.
- Everyone who doublecrosses, doesn't please the dons, or is otherwise a bad boy, also gets a nice pair of new shoes. Also made of cement.
- Bugger, that's a lot of cement. Carrie, who holds the local cement factory again?
- Ergo, join me :3
On a sidenote, once we get everything sorted out, we oughtta get a game-like thing rolling that'll give a better meaning to this than general shooting and suchlike. Until then, and until we get the question of the cement factory figured out, do continue shooting people :] Sorry for not being clear. I got all that. I just wanted to know more about what those papers were, why you were fighting over them. Because I don't think papers were important to fight over. Live humans are worth more than dead trees. (yay for pacifists XD)
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 25, 2008 16:02:41 GMT -5
>> I imagine bad things would happen if one of them called and got a busy signal. Well, that's what phone line juggling and answering machines are for!
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Post by Goosh on Mar 25, 2008 16:10:09 GMT -5
KITTY!
>> Da Don tinks it wouldn't be good for anyone to be outside of this war. People might get hurt, capische? Let's talk about dis behind dis conviently located dumpster, see? And none of you wiseguys interruptin' dis...business meeting.
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