05-29-2007, 06:19 AM
(Before Tapion's post)
The duo had pastthe school once, notiving thqat it was a wreck and moved on. Retane stopped though, turning back as he smelt the putrid glimpse of death, an old rival, and a namekian. His gun was at his side, and his trigger happy finger ready to unload when aimed. They stalked to the front doors of the school and with a masive increase of power, te doors sprang open. They saw nothing but a ghost school, no sound of life came to the warriors' ears, not even a creak or groan of old age.
Retane moved on, casually, letting his nose guide him to the scent. He paused only for a moment to retreive the extra backpack that rested in a locker, and tossed it to Tapion, who knew to salvage everything, even the pack itself. They both haulted as they came across a disfigured face of their betrayer, the wannabe-Namek Pikkon. He was dead, just as the announcer had said and it only bothered the namekian even more. A namek had killed him. That was obvious from the stench that lingered.
The mercenary turned to Tapion and pointed at the camera room close by, "Get the films and anything we may need." Tapion nodded and complied. Retane on the oter hand had other plans. He grabbed the legs of the dead foe and began to pull him towards the outside. A streak of blood follwed the path of the alien but the traces did not hinder the namek from seeing through to his actions.
As he reached the outside, his broken wrist aching he leaned over and hoisted the corpse to his shoulder. Tapion came out with a machine and a few disc and stared at his comrade with a weird look. Retane only grabbed his gun and stamped a nail in one of the hands, then placed the other hand upon the second of the double doors and nailt it as well, leaving Pikkons body dangling there, limp. The mercenary then shoved his head up, and gave him two fresh new ear rings.
He sneered at his art work, then smiled as he slammed a face into the deceased Pikkon. It wasnt enough though. Retane had to hit him again and again and again and again! He kept on hitting the face of the green humanoid.
(After Tapions Post)
Retane let out a gluttorial growl as the two ears finally ripped from the nails. He reached for his gun and pressed it up against Pikkons forhead and loosed a nail, pinning what use to be a cranium to the doors as well.
When he turned and stalked off, Tapion was looking off, paranoid of sort. The savage namekian only stalked straight in the vicinity that he was looking. A squirel scattered to be from in his way and the namekian only frowned. He wanted that fickle namekian!
"Why?" Is all Tapion could ask.
"I figured it should be a Holy School." Retane's sour humor didn't catch the Konats sense for a second till he understood and only offered a glint of a smile. The assassin watched all of his ally's actions from the corner of his eye.
The duo had pastthe school once, notiving thqat it was a wreck and moved on. Retane stopped though, turning back as he smelt the putrid glimpse of death, an old rival, and a namekian. His gun was at his side, and his trigger happy finger ready to unload when aimed. They stalked to the front doors of the school and with a masive increase of power, te doors sprang open. They saw nothing but a ghost school, no sound of life came to the warriors' ears, not even a creak or groan of old age.
Retane moved on, casually, letting his nose guide him to the scent. He paused only for a moment to retreive the extra backpack that rested in a locker, and tossed it to Tapion, who knew to salvage everything, even the pack itself. They both haulted as they came across a disfigured face of their betrayer, the wannabe-Namek Pikkon. He was dead, just as the announcer had said and it only bothered the namekian even more. A namek had killed him. That was obvious from the stench that lingered.
The mercenary turned to Tapion and pointed at the camera room close by, "Get the films and anything we may need." Tapion nodded and complied. Retane on the oter hand had other plans. He grabbed the legs of the dead foe and began to pull him towards the outside. A streak of blood follwed the path of the alien but the traces did not hinder the namek from seeing through to his actions.
As he reached the outside, his broken wrist aching he leaned over and hoisted the corpse to his shoulder. Tapion came out with a machine and a few disc and stared at his comrade with a weird look. Retane only grabbed his gun and stamped a nail in one of the hands, then placed the other hand upon the second of the double doors and nailt it as well, leaving Pikkons body dangling there, limp. The mercenary then shoved his head up, and gave him two fresh new ear rings.
He sneered at his art work, then smiled as he slammed a face into the deceased Pikkon. It wasnt enough though. Retane had to hit him again and again and again and again! He kept on hitting the face of the green humanoid.
(After Tapions Post)
Retane let out a gluttorial growl as the two ears finally ripped from the nails. He reached for his gun and pressed it up against Pikkons forhead and loosed a nail, pinning what use to be a cranium to the doors as well.
When he turned and stalked off, Tapion was looking off, paranoid of sort. The savage namekian only stalked straight in the vicinity that he was looking. A squirel scattered to be from in his way and the namekian only frowned. He wanted that fickle namekian!
"Why?" Is all Tapion could ask.
"I figured it should be a Holy School." Retane's sour humor didn't catch the Konats sense for a second till he understood and only offered a glint of a smile. The assassin watched all of his ally's actions from the corner of his eye.
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