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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 11:51:20 GMT -7
(THE THEME IS AWESOME) (AND SO IS MY SIG TOO IM CRYING)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 11:56:06 GMT -7
(YES HELLO BOTH ONLINE YES GOOD)
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 12:28:16 GMT -7
(Eyup! )
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 12:37:38 GMT -7
(OH I'M STUPID I SKIMMED YOUR POST AND MISSED YOUR RP REPLY)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 12:40:30 GMT -7
"Why don't you and I both step up at once?" Robo suggested. If this was a standoff, then neither of them was gonna win.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 12:43:51 GMT -7
via mobile
Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 12:43:51 GMT -7
(No prob Bob)
Matt opened his mouth to tell the robot no, but hesitated and closed it again. As he knew, angering people usually didn't get him anywhere, and he usually ended up getting hurt somehow. He angrily blew air out of his nose. "Fine." He paused. "On your count."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 12:53:15 GMT -7
It was a bit of a stretch to say Robo actually needed this guy to get closer. He could see him just fine from where he was. He couldn't distinguish any colors but he appeared to be wearing some kind of full body suit, and he had a weapon with him in his readied stance. Robo wasn't a psychic by any means, and he was willing to bet he wouldn't be able to tell what the guy's intentions were even if he cod detect things like heart rate, but he didn't seem like he wanted to attack. He didn't seem willing to divulge anything, but he trusted Robo to give the count off, interestingly enough. "On three, we'll both walk forward." He confirmed with a nod, even though he knew it was too dark for it to be seen. In light of the situation, he adjusted his stance and got his hands ready to do some punching if need be. "One..." He started slowly,"two...three." With finality, he strode forward.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 12:59:10 GMT -7
via mobile
Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 12:59:10 GMT -7
("Too dark for it to be seen" lol that's funny) (Cause Matt can't see x) )
Matt took a quick look over the back of his shoulder before he stepped forward, just to make sure he wasn't being followed. It was more of a habit than a necessity, though, since he would have been able to hear anyone sneaking up on him. But, the young man took a wary, careful step forward. His knuckles had turned white underneath his gloves com gripping his club for so long.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 13:07:48 GMT -7
(exactly why I put that there) (Did I say there was no light in here? There's light now.)
Robo stopped at the edge of the slice of moonlight that came filtering through the high warehouse ceiling. It was meager lighting but enough to see by and more than had been a few minutes ago when the moon wasn't in the right spot. The approaching man hadn't taken many steps forward, but he was close enough to the light now that Robo could tell he was wearing a dark red costume with...were those horns on the top? The red leatherish getup was a bit pretentious to him. Then he noticed the guy seemed to be looking at him, but not at him per se, more like...past him. His eyes weren't focused on him. Humming thoughtfully, he relaxed the slightest bit and waved a hand to test his theory. "So really, who are you?" He asked, while still waving.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 13:26:45 GMT -7
via mobile
Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 13:26:45 GMT -7
(Ah. Gotcha cx ) (And rad. Light is cool.)
Matt crossed his arms almost boredly as he watched the robot observe him, but then furrowed his brow in confusion as he started to wave. "Some people call me the Devil of Hell's Kitchen," he cooly answered, still watching the waving hand. He paused to further observe the robot. He seemed immense, and heavy as well: Matt took a mental note to not provoke him into a fight. He also noticed heat signatures coming off from two spots on what must have been his face. Those must be his eyes. "..And why are you waving?" He added a moment later. As soon as he asked that, he felt a surge of fear take through his body. Could this robot perhaps know he was blind? His situation wasn't as crippling as the vast majority of other blind people's, but he still couldn't read. Or write, really.
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