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| Deep Dish 9 Pizza; Pizza with a Sci-Fi Theme | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 24 2006, 03:02 AM (818 Views) | |
| Semartica | Feb 28 2006, 09:37 PM Post #26 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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Aw shucks. Zat is cute. Zat iz also hardly a persuasive vay too get information. I heve two vays. Most men prefer ze first von. *Cocks her gun* I prefer option number two. |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 1 2006, 08:23 AM Post #27 |
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General of DSP
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* secretly wishes her to shoot me*...*shes doesent..does she?* |
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| Caer Rialis | Mar 1 2006, 08:58 AM Post #28 |
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Asleep
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Well, I have to say that today's Chekists are no where near the ability of yesterday's. Shoot, Beria'd have both these guys hides and Dzerzhinsky, well, he was a bad bad boy. Still, I have to admit Vlodmekov's escape was pretty well done. Hoping to keep the rets of the clientele calm, I slip into Russian. Now now, Elena Ostrowskaya, no need for that. Lower the gun before we attract attention. I won't tell her that the local marshall has been missing for several years now. Hopefully her goons haven't let her in on that fact. As for what you like? These two . . indicating Omega, who has this unhealthy fascination with womenwho want to kill him, and the escaped Vlodmekov . . . told me some old friends wanted them to come home. Unfortunately, I don't believe the men wish to go home. You can see my predicament, no? I hold out both hands to my side, keeping the palms up. Now, there's a body in the morgue by the name of Conner. The Feds didn't do it, nor did Interpol; its not their style. Tell me, Elena Ostrowskaya, do you know a Mr. Conner? |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 1 2006, 09:01 AM Post #29 |
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General of DSP
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*stares at the woman and gives a sarcastic grin*...are gonna untie me?..I mean c'mon!??! |
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| Caer Rialis | Mar 2 2006, 08:43 AM Post #30 |
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Asleep
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The tall, dark-haired woman looks at Omega and shakes her head "Nyet." Turning back to me, she smiles. I'm reminded of the Cheshire Cat, from Alice in Wonderland or, worse, the smile of Philip the Fair when he planned to send a rival to certain death. "Conner? I do not know who you are talking about. Now, Tommy. . . ." I hide the cringe from the use of Tommy. Maybe I should just go back to Titus . . . . "I am going to take Omega with me for a little job. Don't you follow or, whoops, my finger shall slip and he shall be no more." That same self-satisfied smile on her lips, Ostrowsky rises and leads Omega to the door. I look at my wrstwatch and wait five monutes before leaving. |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 2 2006, 09:32 AM Post #31 |
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General of DSP
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*waves at the lady* |
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| htz3 | Mar 2 2006, 08:13 PM Post #32 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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A rather large muscular man walks in and stares at Elena with his cold eyes. Sees Vlodmekov "Ahh Vlodmekov last I heard you were swiming in a bottle of vodka. Come up for air and this is the best you could find working for a two bit PI?" "Elena he wants you to come home." Turning around he heads for the door. "Vlodmekov if you are thinking of attacking me remeber last time." Walks out gets into the Limo and drives off. |
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| Semartica | Mar 3 2006, 09:11 PM Post #33 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Vlodmekov realizes suddenley that his hiding place has been revealed. Reacting hastily, he jumps from the high, cheese-filled loft while drawing his magnum and sending a bullet into Elena's shoulder. She cries out in pain and fires back with her injured arm, therefore throwing the slugs into the wall instead of Vlodmekov's flesh.* Tom! Poiter! *The two ahve already reacted, thier guns out and blazing. But all that is left amoung the debris and bullet shells is splattered cheese, soda, and a small drop of blood. Elena is nowhere to be seen. There is a moment of scilence between the three of them.* Vell, zat vas somevot less zen succesful. Sorry about ze mess Mr. Kif.... Shall ve head beck to HQ... erm... Your office, Tom? |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 4 2006, 05:01 AM Post #34 |
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General of DSP
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Am I still tied up or what?? *yelling* whats going on??! *panics* |
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| Caer Rialis | Mar 4 2006, 09:47 AM Post #35 |
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Asleep
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Gunfight in the street. Oh, the paparazzi will have a field day with this. Still, Vlodmekov did mange to wing Ostrowsky. No blood though. What was the sweater she had on made out of? Nice escape move, Vlodmekov. Go on and untie Omega. We need to have a plan. A plan. Yes, a plan. Caius Terentius and Lucius Aemilius lacked a plan at Cannae, and cost Roma 50 to 60 thousandn dead. D'Albret's plan at Agincourt was slipshod, and don't get me started about McClellan. Yes, a plan. Say, Vlodmekov, who was in that limo? |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 4 2006, 10:14 AM Post #36 |
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General of DSP
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Yes untie me please!..and wheres my gun gone??.. |
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| Minbaric Federal Zones | Mar 4 2006, 11:57 AM Post #37 |
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Leader of the Grey Council, Anla'Shok Na
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Another Minbari wearing the same distinctive grey and black robes fastened with tourquise that all the Minbari on Market Street wore. He walked to the counter ignoring the rather shameful state of the store. He spoke to the maitre of the establishment, "I'd like two slices of Arakis Spicy Melange, a slice of George Ta-Cajun, an order of Millenium Falcon Wings, and a Logan's Rum and Cola." As he waited upon his order he looked critically at hte man apparently known as Omega on the floor. "Pathetic, truly pathetic." With a flick of his off-hand something glinted briefly in the light of hte establishment severing the bonds and then exploding as it hit the ground. "Perhaps you all would like the use of a professional?" |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 4 2006, 12:54 PM Post #38 |
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General of DSP
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Pathetic?..I am a professional, vlodmekov myself and Tom are professionals..watch and learn *gives a little grin and walks out mumbling*.....*grumble....bloody.......*grumble*....and peasents as well.. |
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| Minbaric Federal Zones | Mar 4 2006, 03:58 PM Post #39 |
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Leader of the Grey Council, Anla'Shok Na
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The Minbari lookd critically at Omega again. "I've already watched, and I'm afraid all I learned was your own incompetence." The cloaked man gave a few flicks of both wrists sent several more pieces of unidentifiable shiny objects at the back of Omega with the intent of cutting his shirt off of him. "Fortunately, I'm not out to kill you." He turned to face Tom. "I am known as Verlan. The lord Dorlin -you may have heard of him, he runs the Minbari Trading Post next to Fudgies - bid me offer you my services as a token of goodwill." |
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| Semartica | Mar 4 2006, 07:50 PM Post #40 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Glares at the Minbari* I zink not. I do not care vot you can do, but you can not impress us vith your superior attitude and flashy parlor tricks. Besides, my experiances vith ze supernatural heve never been pleasent. Ze KGB hed me and my fellow agents do very much for zem. Ve are very capable of handling ourselves. Vell, zat is my imput. Of course, It iz up to tom to make ze final decion. *gives Tom a long, hard stare* |
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| Nutterstown | Mar 5 2006, 05:51 AM Post #41 |
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General of DSP
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*looks at vlodmekov* glaring bloody right! well done *dark thoughts goes through my mind* |
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| Caer Rialis | Mar 5 2006, 11:57 AM Post #42 |
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Asleep
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Okay, now people are wearing bone-ridges on the backs of their heads. I thought it was 1940; maybe my amnesia threw me for more of a loop than I had previously reckoned. Still, he did a fancy more with thos knives. Verlan, pleased to meet you. Let's all go to my office for a pow-wow |
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| Kifkrokia | Mar 5 2006, 09:09 PM Post #43 |
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The Green Amphibian
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Coming right up. * dispatches the order * |
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| Minbaric Federal Zones | Mar 7 2006, 03:35 PM Post #44 |
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Leader of the Grey Council, Anla'Shok Na
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Verlan took the order, "Thank you." He looked back at Tom, "Lead the way." OOC: Meep! Let's say the bone ridges are camo'ed... LOL... It'd fit in better... Although if it's 1940 why in the world are we in a pizza shop themed for things that won't exist for at least 20 years? ;p |
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