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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 3, 2012 23:54:12 GMT -8
So, Mathew Amtrum has a helicopter, whats up?
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 23:55:07 GMT -8
Mathew Amtrum does have one, recently patched up. He is landing on an old rooftop of a building in New York. They had a lead to follow.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:16:35 GMT -8
Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham (while we're using full names here) decided she was already bored with whatever this lead was, and was following Amtrum out of nothing more than what she liked to call "denial syndrome" - although if she was asked to define it, it would hardly make sense. She jumped lightly out of the helicopter and yawned as she looked around.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:17:54 GMT -8
With them out of the Helicopter he would look motion for her to follow him to the stairway that would lead down and out of the building. They were in the right area for the lead. Now to find this Leon like figure.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 4, 2012 0:23:04 GMT -8
The only thing off on the intel that Mathew has is that the description is of a younger more freshman year Leon at 552 than the Lightning Dragon he'd remember from 259, or California.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:24:05 GMT -8
It was still something, and if this was a copy cat it might lead him closer to the real deal. Once they were outside Mathew would inhale deeply before yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Pizza's up. Come and get it Leon."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:24:18 GMT -8
And here they go. So she followed, noiselessly- being an ranger/assassin for so long...it kinda became habit. Once in a while she would pause, her crimson eyes scanning closely for any sign of life.
Her face went flat at his blunt call out. Literally, she had the definition of a line face on her own features.
"Bloody hell"
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 4, 2012 0:26:10 GMT -8
And give it a good count down, sure enough here came a half crazy taxi screaming around the corner, before it lost control, hit a bus stop and exploded, before a 16 year old Leon Sudeki with no scars would have bailed out and look right at Mathew.
"Where?!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:27:07 GMT -8
Mathew blinked. This was Leon. This was a young Leon.
"Leon?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:30:45 GMT -8
Bastille just stared, not really sure what to think.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 4, 2012 0:34:25 GMT -8
Leon would put his hands on his hips, cracking his back. The red vest with the gold trim, the black cargo pants and the white shirt. He even had the old sparring armor shin guards.
"Yeah. You lookin to join The Lightning Gang?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:35:21 GMT -8
Mathew laughed at him. This was, a blast from the past.
"I'm looking for older Leon. You know where he is?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:37:46 GMT -8
Again, Bastille sat quietly and watched carefully. Seriously? Was this happening right now?
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 4, 2012 0:42:07 GMT -8
Leon would tsk at Mathew before cracking his knuckles, which didn't even have those old Strike gloves on his hands.
"I am Leon, punk."
And with that Leon would charge getting in close and aiming to jump at Mathew's upper body, going to grip at Mathew's head with both arms pulling in, to help lift himself faster and throw Mathew off balance, Leon was trying to drive Mathews head into his knee.
Stats:
Str: 12
Dex: 17
Con: 17
Int: 5
Wis: 8
Cha: 5
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 4, 2012 0:51:29 GMT -8
As the kid charged him Mathew channeled the Qi in to the ground. A spike of stone shooting up to try and impale him in the knee before he could even reach Mathew.
"Ok, let's try another approach. I'm looking for my friend. Maybe you can help me find him."
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