A smug looking man grinned as the minute men came to take him away. Stupid Americans didn't know who they were dealing with... He had done his job and the enemy gundam was badly damaged and its pilot probably traumatized, he had after all almost killed her. Too bad it he missed of course... That little *insert word* had used her Super mode to stop him. Too bad for her had had fried most of her systems and almost hit the reactor of the mech with his shots. He wanted to make it go boom but it didn't happen.
But he was being led away by the American Minutemen as his Gundam was taken away. He would have them put bayonets on the machine guns next time so that he would have run into those annoying little close encounter problems next time.
The Neo American fighter seemed to be waiting on him too which brought a more sinister look on his face. If he could he would get rid of this fighter too as revenge for the American government keeping his righteous nation down. And once he got without voice range of the Neo American fighter a smile came over his face as he spit his cigar from his mouth.
"You missed the fireworks... A few feet lower and that suit would have been a fireball.Too bad really..." He laughed a bit expecting the other man to strike at him. American's did have nasty tempers and he wanted to see anger rise in the other man. If a swing did come he was ready.
O’Malley’s: Gundam Fighter’s welcome (Bar thread)
When the books are written will we be on the right side of history?
Totally Awesome Random Robot RPG
Totally Awesome Random Robot RPG
The Neo Cuban is smug when the soldiers bring him shackled onto the O’Malley’s Station. James wants to slug to wipe that smile off his face, but such is not the diplomatic way. As he’s brought closer, Jose spits out his foul smelling cigar and starts talking about how close he was to killing Demichi.
James closes the gap between him, stepping briefly on the still burning cigar and making a point to rub it out before continuing towards Jose, towering over him.
“You must think you’re Hot S*** right now, don’t you? Well, you just nearly killed someone. Of course, you don’t care, huh? Well, too bad! This ain’t Cuba. We don’t appreciate underhanded trickery and we follow the Rules. Of course, as I said, this isn’t Cuba. We don’t shoot people for breaking the rules, we incarcerate them.â€
With a flick of his said, he addresses the guards.
“Take him away.â€
Following closely behind the soldiers is Capt. Westwood to makes sure that the prisoner arrives to the brig without incident.
James turns around and heads back out of the hallway the way he came. He needs to check on the Neo Romanian fighter to see if she’s alright. Such a close call is more than enough to ruffle anyone’s feathers…
James closes the gap between him, stepping briefly on the still burning cigar and making a point to rub it out before continuing towards Jose, towering over him.
“You must think you’re Hot S*** right now, don’t you? Well, you just nearly killed someone. Of course, you don’t care, huh? Well, too bad! This ain’t Cuba. We don’t appreciate underhanded trickery and we follow the Rules. Of course, as I said, this isn’t Cuba. We don’t shoot people for breaking the rules, we incarcerate them.â€
With a flick of his said, he addresses the guards.
“Take him away.â€
Following closely behind the soldiers is Capt. Westwood to makes sure that the prisoner arrives to the brig without incident.
James turns around and heads back out of the hallway the way he came. He needs to check on the Neo Romanian fighter to see if she’s alright. Such a close call is more than enough to ruffle anyone’s feathers…
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If Love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
If Love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
"I'll show you just how hot I can be filthy pig." Jose said as he was dragged off yet again in handcuffs. This wouldn't be the last time he planned to see the Neo American fighter. "Just you wait..." This was under his breath as he burned the face of the cowboy wannabe on his mental black list. His teeth were grinding in his head as he fought the eurge to fight back against these troops but now wasn't the time. He would take his anger out the next time he gets into his Gundam. It should have already been picked up by the Neo Cuban team for repair. They had better do a good job this time because this next time wasn't going to be a loss. He would win because something told him that he wasn't done with this battle yet. He might have two loses to his name but he had made a spectacle of himself. They were probably cheering him on back home and when he got back he would be a hero despite the crappy record.
His head turned back to his escort as he replaced the sadistic smile with a friendly one. "Hey boys whats the point in being rough? Its not like I can do anything in this condition." He said trying to move his hands in the cuffs. They wouldn't come free of course and he didn't feel like struggling. Nothing much he could do anyways except go to prision and rot for awhile. At least he had a flask inside his jacket so he could drink while sitting there. That would make things a bit better at least.
His head turned back to his escort as he replaced the sadistic smile with a friendly one. "Hey boys whats the point in being rough? Its not like I can do anything in this condition." He said trying to move his hands in the cuffs. They wouldn't come free of course and he didn't feel like struggling. Nothing much he could do anyways except go to prision and rot for awhile. At least he had a flask inside his jacket so he could drink while sitting there. That would make things a bit better at least.
When the books are written will we be on the right side of history?
Totally Awesome Random Robot RPG
Totally Awesome Random Robot RPG
A little while had passed since the match between Neo-Romania and Neo-Cuba, and while one of the fighters was dragged away from the arena, the other managed to walk out. Albeit not very straight, and pretty directly to an infirmary. Demichi had spent a good portion of her time to make certain that there wasn't anything missing after her close call with the Revolution Gundam, but even being told that she wasn't harmed didn't quite quell the girl's troubled mind. As she stepped into "O'Malley's" for the first time, she thought that drowning her brain with something might help.
And thus, a much more casually-dressed Demichi sat in the bar, though off to the side on an otherwise vacant couch with an equally vacant stare into space as her mouth kept occupied by sucking on a straw sticking out of some sort of drink. Well, it wasn't like there was much she really needed to have on her mind at the moment anyway.
And thus, a much more casually-dressed Demichi sat in the bar, though off to the side on an otherwise vacant couch with an equally vacant stare into space as her mouth kept occupied by sucking on a straw sticking out of some sort of drink. Well, it wasn't like there was much she really needed to have on her mind at the moment anyway.
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James sees Demichi off secluded by herself in the corner. He raps his knuckle on the counter twice and holds up 2 fingers, to which the bartender wordlessly produces a bottle of bourbon and 2 glasses with ice. Grabbing the bottle by the neck with his right hand, and the glasses with the thumb and index of his left, walks up the couch where Demichi has hidden herself, and takes a seat to her right, setting the glasses down on the low table in front of them, one in front of her, and one for himself.
James pours some of the amber liquid over the ice of his cup and places the bottle between the two glasses before picking up his glass and taking a sip, savoring the flavor before holding the glass up to eye level and rotating it a bit, watching the light dance through it. While still gazing at the bourbon in the glass, he finally speaks.
“Close call, wasn’t it?â€
James pours some of the amber liquid over the ice of his cup and places the bottle between the two glasses before picking up his glass and taking a sip, savoring the flavor before holding the glass up to eye level and rotating it a bit, watching the light dance through it. While still gazing at the bourbon in the glass, he finally speaks.
“Close call, wasn’t it?â€
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If Love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
If Love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
While in her little world of dreams, Demichi hadn't noticed that she had company until said company had taken a seat to her right. To the shift in the couch's weight she really only responded by letting the straw slip out from between her lips, and glanced to the side to see the new arrival. For his entire sequence of actions she just sat there quietly and watched, looking over at the glass that was apparently meant for her, leaving her eyes fixed on it as the liquid settled slowly. Until she was asked a question, of sorts.
"Yeah, it was."
Well, what else could she say to a stranger that had just sat beside her with a drink? She had been rather occupied between her first match and the one she had just managed to walk out of, and so didn't come about to be too well acquainted with the other fighters in the tournament. She wasn't too sure that this man was one, though she guessed he was. She hazarded a question of her own.
"Uh, is that one for me, or are you expecting someone else?"
"Yeah, it was."
Well, what else could she say to a stranger that had just sat beside her with a drink? She had been rather occupied between her first match and the one she had just managed to walk out of, and so didn't come about to be too well acquainted with the other fighters in the tournament. She wasn't too sure that this man was one, though she guessed he was. She hazarded a question of her own.
"Uh, is that one for me, or are you expecting someone else?"
HellCat wrote:They decided against that because most Gundam fans already have something up their butt.ShadowCell wrote:I'm skipping this one if it's in suppository form, though. Like, I like Gundam, but not that friggin' much.
((OOC: Here it is! The long awaited return of Cheoco-chan!! Hopefully I will be faithful enough to the vision Heretic had imagined with this cheerful-yet-confidence-lacking character.))
When Cheoco-chan stepped into the bar, it was with a smile. A smile that was determined to ignore every single thing around her; every stare, every glare, every glance, even the purposeful ignoring.
She showed no signs of the inner termoil, or she might break down crying.
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Cheoco sat ringing her hands, her fate to be decided in soon. Zedrich just sat there, having just calmed down himself after ranting and raving that the Germans had sabatoged his ship. Of course, no one believed him; his thoughts weren't even given the curtosy of publicity. Now, the only thing going through his mind were how his precious Excelsior Gundam's design would now never have a stage to prove itself.
A beep on the counsel of their quarters caught their attention, and Cheoco bounded for it, perhaps hopeful that some new light on the investigation had lead to what was now at this point inevitable becoming avoidable.
She was sadly mistaken, but not at all surprised.
To the Represenatives of Our Neo-Liechtenstein,
We are informing you that you are to be removed from the competition, as we have forfited our right to participate in this Gundam battle. Please believe that we did not come to this decision lightly, and are extremely disapointed in your alleged conduct. An investigation of our own will soon be dispatched. Depending on their conclusions will be a chief factor in our deciding of your fate.
As of now, you are to take up on your hosts' gracious offer to remain for the duration of the Gundam fights. If at all possible, become on intimate terms with all fighters (whatever your petty past disagreements) so that our Neo-Liechtenstein can be in good standing with the eventual winners, as it is now beyond hope that we will become so ourselves.
Sincerely,
His Royal Highness, Hans-Adam XXIV
This decision has been approved by the Parliament
Zedrich laughed even as Cheoco gazed at it.
"Not even the courtesy of addressing us face to face."
"What does it mean?" Cheoco asked, somewhat fearful at her ignorance.
"Dear child, it means that we are now expendable to Neo-Lichenstein, and that if we are unable to clear our name before the end of the competition, there is a high probability of us being banished; or worse."
"WHAT?!"
"In the meantime, we are to kiss enough backsides to convince everyone else that our dear, dear Prince is all too eager a tool for them to exploit upon their victory," Zedrich sneered. "My, the games youth plays."
"Wha...what will we do?" Cheoco asked.
"You," Zedrich said, "Will go to the bar and do exactly that. Make yourself a good little girl, and just act...naturally. That charm might just save you."
"Okay," Cheoco said, perking up now that Zedrich had taken command. Her smile widened; she should have known that the Professor would know what to do. "But where will you go?"
"Hmph," Zedrich said, "By now everyone's attention should be on those horrid news reports about our withdrawl. They won't notice for the time being where a...ah...'suspected crook' is slinking off. I, my dear, shall make a few....house calls that were a long time in coming. If something happens, you should turn to that Michael boy; he seems to like you well enough, and at the very least will give you a place to stay."
Cheoco was far too busy blushing to take issue with Zedrich's 'something happens'.
Grabbing his hat and coat, Zedrich was almost out the door before turning and smiling, placing a fatherly hand on her cheek. Cheoco, for her part, flushed.
"My dear, dear Cheoco; I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"Don't ever change, you sweet, sweet little girl." With that, Zedrich disapeared.
And so Cheoco found herself, in the bar, looking friendly and inviting.
Unfortunately, she may have looked too inviting.
((OOC: As in, inviting voeyurs to take interest :wink wink:))
When Cheoco-chan stepped into the bar, it was with a smile. A smile that was determined to ignore every single thing around her; every stare, every glare, every glance, even the purposeful ignoring.
She showed no signs of the inner termoil, or she might break down crying.
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Cheoco sat ringing her hands, her fate to be decided in soon. Zedrich just sat there, having just calmed down himself after ranting and raving that the Germans had sabatoged his ship. Of course, no one believed him; his thoughts weren't even given the curtosy of publicity. Now, the only thing going through his mind were how his precious Excelsior Gundam's design would now never have a stage to prove itself.
A beep on the counsel of their quarters caught their attention, and Cheoco bounded for it, perhaps hopeful that some new light on the investigation had lead to what was now at this point inevitable becoming avoidable.
She was sadly mistaken, but not at all surprised.
To the Represenatives of Our Neo-Liechtenstein,
We are informing you that you are to be removed from the competition, as we have forfited our right to participate in this Gundam battle. Please believe that we did not come to this decision lightly, and are extremely disapointed in your alleged conduct. An investigation of our own will soon be dispatched. Depending on their conclusions will be a chief factor in our deciding of your fate.
As of now, you are to take up on your hosts' gracious offer to remain for the duration of the Gundam fights. If at all possible, become on intimate terms with all fighters (whatever your petty past disagreements) so that our Neo-Liechtenstein can be in good standing with the eventual winners, as it is now beyond hope that we will become so ourselves.
Sincerely,
His Royal Highness, Hans-Adam XXIV
This decision has been approved by the Parliament
Zedrich laughed even as Cheoco gazed at it.
"Not even the courtesy of addressing us face to face."
"What does it mean?" Cheoco asked, somewhat fearful at her ignorance.
"Dear child, it means that we are now expendable to Neo-Lichenstein, and that if we are unable to clear our name before the end of the competition, there is a high probability of us being banished; or worse."
"WHAT?!"
"In the meantime, we are to kiss enough backsides to convince everyone else that our dear, dear Prince is all too eager a tool for them to exploit upon their victory," Zedrich sneered. "My, the games youth plays."
"Wha...what will we do?" Cheoco asked.
"You," Zedrich said, "Will go to the bar and do exactly that. Make yourself a good little girl, and just act...naturally. That charm might just save you."
"Okay," Cheoco said, perking up now that Zedrich had taken command. Her smile widened; she should have known that the Professor would know what to do. "But where will you go?"
"Hmph," Zedrich said, "By now everyone's attention should be on those horrid news reports about our withdrawl. They won't notice for the time being where a...ah...'suspected crook' is slinking off. I, my dear, shall make a few....house calls that were a long time in coming. If something happens, you should turn to that Michael boy; he seems to like you well enough, and at the very least will give you a place to stay."
Cheoco was far too busy blushing to take issue with Zedrich's 'something happens'.
Grabbing his hat and coat, Zedrich was almost out the door before turning and smiling, placing a fatherly hand on her cheek. Cheoco, for her part, flushed.
"My dear, dear Cheoco; I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"Don't ever change, you sweet, sweet little girl." With that, Zedrich disapeared.
And so Cheoco found herself, in the bar, looking friendly and inviting.
Unfortunately, she may have looked too inviting.
((OOC: As in, inviting voeyurs to take interest :wink wink:))
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I mean when you spend precious seconds to give an "All Your Nukes Are Belong To Us" speech before you even start the Gundam up, you know you're too overzealous for your own good.~wza
OOC: Uhh... didnt know what to post, so this is just for the hell of it. It'll also keep Mr. Lee in the game somewhere.
--Chase Lee--
--Neo China--
Chase didnt know why he was back in O'Malley's. But before he knew it, we was standing at the ship hangar getting a good look at the damage from the whole incident. It was probably stupid of him to go around playing "detective," but he was still extremely curious of what happened. There was nothing to be found... NOTHING. The GFC must've done extra work at covering this up. It was apparent that they had no intention of going through any investigations. Chase went ahead and made his own investigation... mostly because he was bored.
Frustrated with the lack of any leads, Chase decided to grab a beer to cool off. He walked in... not very bustling as last time, but there were a few people around. Not taking much interest with much of anything he ordered a beer and sat on his stool as he waited. This was when he began to get overly attentive to details in case anything suspicious came up. Two people were at the corner discussing a fight about Neo Ireland. Another person saying "WHAT?" very loudly, and another girl sitting alone with an odd smile.
"What the hell...?" Chase thought to himself. That girl... she's the fighter who was disqualified. And the odd smile made her look ridiculous. Was she hiding something?
Without taking his time, Chase walked over to the nervous looking girl. He didnt quite remember her name... he was never good with them.
"Excuse me...? You're the fighter from Neo Lie-Liech-- the fighter who dropped from the tourney right?" Chase says, skeptical of why a girl like her would be fighting in the Finals, "I have to ask... what's with that odd smile..?"
--Chase Lee--
--Neo China--
Chase didnt know why he was back in O'Malley's. But before he knew it, we was standing at the ship hangar getting a good look at the damage from the whole incident. It was probably stupid of him to go around playing "detective," but he was still extremely curious of what happened. There was nothing to be found... NOTHING. The GFC must've done extra work at covering this up. It was apparent that they had no intention of going through any investigations. Chase went ahead and made his own investigation... mostly because he was bored.
Frustrated with the lack of any leads, Chase decided to grab a beer to cool off. He walked in... not very bustling as last time, but there were a few people around. Not taking much interest with much of anything he ordered a beer and sat on his stool as he waited. This was when he began to get overly attentive to details in case anything suspicious came up. Two people were at the corner discussing a fight about Neo Ireland. Another person saying "WHAT?" very loudly, and another girl sitting alone with an odd smile.
"What the hell...?" Chase thought to himself. That girl... she's the fighter who was disqualified. And the odd smile made her look ridiculous. Was she hiding something?
Without taking his time, Chase walked over to the nervous looking girl. He didnt quite remember her name... he was never good with them.
"Excuse me...? You're the fighter from Neo Lie-Liech-- the fighter who dropped from the tourney right?" Chase says, skeptical of why a girl like her would be fighting in the Finals, "I have to ask... what's with that odd smile..?"
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“If you want to, help yourself to the bourbon. If you don’t, you can always wait a few minutes and have ice water.â€
Reaching across himself with his right and turning to face the younger Neo Romanian.
“The name’s James Ranger. I’m the representative of Neo America.â€
As he does this, he uses the thumb of his left hand, now holding the glass of liquor, to push up his black Stetson so as he can look Demichi in the eyes.
“But please, just call me James.â€
His tone is, of course, polite and courteous, with only a slight hint of formality in the greeting, which fits nicely with the welcoming smile on his face.
Reaching across himself with his right and turning to face the younger Neo Romanian.
“The name’s James Ranger. I’m the representative of Neo America.â€
As he does this, he uses the thumb of his left hand, now holding the glass of liquor, to push up his black Stetson so as he can look Demichi in the eyes.
“But please, just call me James.â€
His tone is, of course, polite and courteous, with only a slight hint of formality in the greeting, which fits nicely with the welcoming smile on his face.
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If Love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
If Love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?
Oh, so he was one of the fighters, Neo-America's at that. Although she didn't know if a large country made someone especially important. Well, even if not important he was significant at the moment as he was there, effectively offering her a drink. Now, it wasn't polite to reject something that was offered to you, and especially as it concerned the hand that was reaching over towards her. Demichi released her grip from the cup she held with her right hand and moved it to shake James'.
"I suppose you already know who I am then. It's nice to meet you, James."
She had to shift a little to face him, while at the same time reaching over to set the cup onto the table. She didn't really have any reason to doubt his intentions so as Demichi let go of him she moved to pour herself a drink, and only pause with the glass in hand for a short moment.
"So, what are you doing in a place like this, offering drinks to people like me?"
"I suppose you already know who I am then. It's nice to meet you, James."
She had to shift a little to face him, while at the same time reaching over to set the cup onto the table. She didn't really have any reason to doubt his intentions so as Demichi let go of him she moved to pour herself a drink, and only pause with the glass in hand for a short moment.
"So, what are you doing in a place like this, offering drinks to people like me?"
HellCat wrote:They decided against that because most Gundam fans already have something up their butt.ShadowCell wrote:I'm skipping this one if it's in suppository form, though. Like, I like Gundam, but not that friggin' much.
Cheoco had recieved plenty of 'too controversial, do not approach' looks from just about everyone else; with her back convienently to Michael and Ning, that obvious method of getting out of the awkwardness, she was forced to sit alone.
How am I going to approach anyone if they won't let me?
"Excuse me...? You're the fighter from Neo Lie-Liech-- the fighter who dropped from the tourney right?"
Well, that solves one problem.
Cheoco looked up to see the fighter from...Neo-China? He had a sort of questioning look on his face, as though he were appraising her somehow.
"I have to ask... what's with that odd smile..?"
Huh?
"What's wrong with my smile? Don't people usually do that when they aren't sad?"
The question was innocent enough, yet that very innocence might make a suspicious mind even moreso.
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Simply indicating that he'd have whatever Ning was having, Michael's wondering eyes caught the Neo-China fighter, Chase Lee and...Cheoco?
Catching Ning's eye and nodding towards the pair, Michael decided to be obervant for now; despite her appearance, she was still a Gundam Fighter.
Still....
How am I going to approach anyone if they won't let me?
"Excuse me...? You're the fighter from Neo Lie-Liech-- the fighter who dropped from the tourney right?"
Well, that solves one problem.
Cheoco looked up to see the fighter from...Neo-China? He had a sort of questioning look on his face, as though he were appraising her somehow.
"I have to ask... what's with that odd smile..?"
Huh?
"What's wrong with my smile? Don't people usually do that when they aren't sad?"
The question was innocent enough, yet that very innocence might make a suspicious mind even moreso.
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Simply indicating that he'd have whatever Ning was having, Michael's wondering eyes caught the Neo-China fighter, Chase Lee and...Cheoco?
Catching Ning's eye and nodding towards the pair, Michael decided to be obervant for now; despite her appearance, she was still a Gundam Fighter.
Still....
I mean when you spend precious seconds to give an "All Your Nukes Are Belong To Us" speech before you even start the Gundam up, you know you're too overzealous for your own good.~wza
--Chase Lee--
--Neo China--
"What's wrong with my smile? Don't people usually do that when they aren't sad?"
Well... that wasnt quite a response Chase expected. But the nervous smile remained on Cheoco's face, and he let out a chuckle.
"Nothing's wrong with the smile really. You just look extremely nervous," Chase says, "Cute-nervous, but nervous nonetheless. Besides... unless you hated being a Gundam Fighter in the first place, why would you be happy about getting removed from the Finals?"
He then took up a seat opposite of Cheoco. He intended on asking a few more questions, but it'll probably come through small talk. A chat...
--Neo China--
"What's wrong with my smile? Don't people usually do that when they aren't sad?"
Well... that wasnt quite a response Chase expected. But the nervous smile remained on Cheoco's face, and he let out a chuckle.
"Nothing's wrong with the smile really. You just look extremely nervous," Chase says, "Cute-nervous, but nervous nonetheless. Besides... unless you hated being a Gundam Fighter in the first place, why would you be happy about getting removed from the Finals?"
He then took up a seat opposite of Cheoco. He intended on asking a few more questions, but it'll probably come through small talk. A chat...
ShadowCell wrote:"Poor fool, ShadowCell!" you say. "You can't win against fandom stupidity with the Power of the Mod!"
"Nothing's wrong with the smile really. You just look extremely nervous," Chase says, "Cute-nervous, but nervous nonetheless. Besides... unless you hated being a Gundam Fighter in the first place, why would you be happy about getting removed from the Finals?"
Blushing from the comment, Cheoco-chan didn't notice Chase sit down until he looked up.
"Well..." she stammered for a bit, "There's no possible way I could be happy about that, but...I'm still here, alive, and well! Those are reasons to be happy!"
Whether she was willfully ignoring her other problems of possible banishment or not was entirely up in the air.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name! Mine's Cheoco-chan!" she announced with a childish, conspiratorial wink.
Blushing from the comment, Cheoco-chan didn't notice Chase sit down until he looked up.
"Well..." she stammered for a bit, "There's no possible way I could be happy about that, but...I'm still here, alive, and well! Those are reasons to be happy!"
Whether she was willfully ignoring her other problems of possible banishment or not was entirely up in the air.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name! Mine's Cheoco-chan!" she announced with a childish, conspiratorial wink.
I mean when you spend precious seconds to give an "All Your Nukes Are Belong To Us" speech before you even start the Gundam up, you know you're too overzealous for your own good.~wza
Chase laughed when Cheoco almost desperately tried to find a reason to be happy. It was cute and funny, which is probably why she's popular with the press unforunately.
"I'm Chase..." Chase responded when she asked for his name, "Nice to meet you Cheoco."
A beer was delivered to him as he took a quick sip, "So... how are you holding up? You're done with the tourney, so what are you gonna do now?"
"I'm Chase..." Chase responded when she asked for his name, "Nice to meet you Cheoco."
A beer was delivered to him as he took a quick sip, "So... how are you holding up? You're done with the tourney, so what are you gonna do now?"
ShadowCell wrote:"Poor fool, ShadowCell!" you say. "You can't win against fandom stupidity with the Power of the Mod!"
Cheoco was somewhat floored by the unexpected question; she couldn't exactly tell the truth as to what she was doing (she wasn't THAT naive') but she couldn't exactly just leave the man hanging.
Taking a few sips of her chocolate slushi, she decided to mix and match.
"Well, I want to watch the rest of the fights, first off. I'm a Gundam Fighter, so those should be interesting to me regardless. Also...there's a kind person I wanted to thank..."
Cheoco just couldn't help but think about the silly, weird priest who defeated and befriended her all in the same match.
"Also," she said without thinking, "Zeddy said he had some things he needed to do, and since he's my ticket out of here, not a whole lot I can do!"
She gave a girly laugh, perhaps a decimal louder than politely.
Taking a few sips of her chocolate slushi, she decided to mix and match.
"Well, I want to watch the rest of the fights, first off. I'm a Gundam Fighter, so those should be interesting to me regardless. Also...there's a kind person I wanted to thank..."
Cheoco just couldn't help but think about the silly, weird priest who defeated and befriended her all in the same match.
"Also," she said without thinking, "Zeddy said he had some things he needed to do, and since he's my ticket out of here, not a whole lot I can do!"
She gave a girly laugh, perhaps a decimal louder than politely.
I mean when you spend precious seconds to give an "All Your Nukes Are Belong To Us" speech before you even start the Gundam up, you know you're too overzealous for your own good.~wza
"I see." Chase says, "So you're staying. That's great, considering how Holland got shipped off ASAP."
He was getting curious. Who was this "Zeddy?" What did he have to do? Why does he sound like a suspicious character? He kept that in mind to ask later as Cheoco let out a girly laugh.
"Well, you can hang around and meet some new people," Chase then said in regards to not being able to do anything, "People would like your bubbly personality."
He was getting curious. Who was this "Zeddy?" What did he have to do? Why does he sound like a suspicious character? He kept that in mind to ask later as Cheoco let out a girly laugh.
"Well, you can hang around and meet some new people," Chase then said in regards to not being able to do anything, "People would like your bubbly personality."
ShadowCell wrote:"Poor fool, ShadowCell!" you say. "You can't win against fandom stupidity with the Power of the Mod!"
"The-they would?" Cheoco was actually surprised at the man's kind nature; she always suspected that Neo-China was much...harsher.
"But wouldn't they not want to be associated because of the...accident?"
"But wouldn't they not want to be associated because of the...accident?"
I mean when you spend precious seconds to give an "All Your Nukes Are Belong To Us" speech before you even start the Gundam up, you know you're too overzealous for your own good.~wza
"Nah... there are people out there who think you're a tad bit on the innocent side to do something like that," Chase replied, "Only idiots would think otherwise."
He sipped his beer, thinking of what he should say next. The chat was developing... but he needed a wider range of topics. Garrick was always good at that, churning out discussions out of anything.
He sipped his beer, thinking of what he should say next. The chat was developing... but he needed a wider range of topics. Garrick was always good at that, churning out discussions out of anything.
ShadowCell wrote:"Poor fool, ShadowCell!" you say. "You can't win against fandom stupidity with the Power of the Mod!"
--Neo Philippines--
Alvin was walking down on one of the halls in the floating recreation center, laptop in hand. He just witnessed the power of the four new fighters, and it gets him thinking: Why were these guys thrust in this situation? Is it because they're good enough for the finals? Yet, one of them gets embarrassed by the Irish kid. And from the press conference it seems like they were picked by random. Oh but---
"And here is one of the Gundam Fighters!" What the- A reporter blocks his path just before he enters the bar.
"Alvin Cruz is coming off a win from destroying Neo-Sweden! Mr. Cruz, a lot of crazy things had happened in the past few days. What do you think of the four new fighters?"
Despite the increasing number of people watching, even some coming out of the bar, he is quite experienced with the media. The nosier Filipino media will teach you a few things on how to deal with such.
Alvin responds, "Well, they looked tough, certainly not pushovers." His quiet demeanor doesn't quite give the impression on how he talks to reporters.
The report responds "Do you think they can stir up the favorites for this match?"
"They've only fought each other. We'll see how they do once they sqaure off with the legit finalists come round three," Alvin says, looking straight at the camera with thumbs up.
"There you go! Alvin Cruz of Neo-Philippines! He doesn't seem to be worried about the newcomers!" Then the red lights on the massive recording cameras shut off, with the reporter mouthing off a 'Thank you' at Alvin. He nods as the media heads off somewhere else. Thankfully they did not see Cheoco inside; it would have been a massive flurry of questions.
Alvin doesn't know much of the Gundam Fighters yet, butt he sure as hell recognized Cheoco, who appears to be chatting with someone else. As if her face wasn't plastered on the media the past few hours.
Turning on his laptop to mine some data on the newest four, he sits in one of the tables, waving one of the waiters to get his orange juice.
Alvin was walking down on one of the halls in the floating recreation center, laptop in hand. He just witnessed the power of the four new fighters, and it gets him thinking: Why were these guys thrust in this situation? Is it because they're good enough for the finals? Yet, one of them gets embarrassed by the Irish kid. And from the press conference it seems like they were picked by random. Oh but---
"And here is one of the Gundam Fighters!" What the- A reporter blocks his path just before he enters the bar.
"Alvin Cruz is coming off a win from destroying Neo-Sweden! Mr. Cruz, a lot of crazy things had happened in the past few days. What do you think of the four new fighters?"
Despite the increasing number of people watching, even some coming out of the bar, he is quite experienced with the media. The nosier Filipino media will teach you a few things on how to deal with such.
Alvin responds, "Well, they looked tough, certainly not pushovers." His quiet demeanor doesn't quite give the impression on how he talks to reporters.
The report responds "Do you think they can stir up the favorites for this match?"
"They've only fought each other. We'll see how they do once they sqaure off with the legit finalists come round three," Alvin says, looking straight at the camera with thumbs up.
"There you go! Alvin Cruz of Neo-Philippines! He doesn't seem to be worried about the newcomers!" Then the red lights on the massive recording cameras shut off, with the reporter mouthing off a 'Thank you' at Alvin. He nods as the media heads off somewhere else. Thankfully they did not see Cheoco inside; it would have been a massive flurry of questions.
Alvin doesn't know much of the Gundam Fighters yet, butt he sure as hell recognized Cheoco, who appears to be chatting with someone else. As if her face wasn't plastered on the media the past few hours.
Turning on his laptop to mine some data on the newest four, he sits in one of the tables, waving one of the waiters to get his orange juice.
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Dieter slinked into the bar for the first time since the botched bombing attempt. Once the board at Volkswagen had caught wind of Dieter's failure to do away with Zedrich, they had lit into him like there was no tomorrow. They didn't care about Neo Holland of course, that was just shrugged off as collateral damage; they were incensed by the botched assassination.
After taking a verbal beat-down the likes of which he had never experienced, Dieter stormed out of the zeppelin's hangar, stopping to grab Felica De Luca on his way out. He and Felica quietly slipped into a booth in a dim corner where Dieter could stew in silence while he drank.
Dieter slinked into the bar for the first time since the botched bombing attempt. Once the board at Volkswagen had caught wind of Dieter's failure to do away with Zedrich, they had lit into him like there was no tomorrow. They didn't care about Neo Holland of course, that was just shrugged off as collateral damage; they were incensed by the botched assassination.
After taking a verbal beat-down the likes of which he had never experienced, Dieter stormed out of the zeppelin's hangar, stopping to grab Felica De Luca on his way out. He and Felica quietly slipped into a booth in a dim corner where Dieter could stew in silence while he drank.
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