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Post by Zaku on Jan 27, 2009 22:04:31 GMT -5
He starts to wildly bash it in a rage.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 27, 2009 22:07:38 GMT -5
All his efforts end in failure as the dents keep popping back out. The Oracle looks towards the clock on the wall to see how much longer the guard is planning to put up with this before he wears himself out.
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Post by Zaku on Jan 27, 2009 22:13:56 GMT -5
"GET ME C4!"
The other guards look surprised.
"Isn't that a bit extreme?"
"THIS IS A MATTER OF HONOR!"
The guard salutes and runs off.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 27, 2009 22:16:46 GMT -5
The Oracle just stares at the guard before slapping his right hand over the eyes of his mask and shaking his head in slight pity of his definition of "honor".
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Post by Zaku on Jan 28, 2009 14:45:02 GMT -5
The guard returns later with the C4. They start to wire it to the backpack.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 28, 2009 17:08:21 GMT -5
The Oracle sits down, indian style, and crosses his arms, waiting for the C4 to go off.
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Post by Zaku on Jan 28, 2009 18:48:20 GMT -5
They retreat behind a door and set off the C4.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 28, 2009 18:51:47 GMT -5
They hear the explosion, as the impact puts a dent in the door, releasing smoke everywhere.
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Post by Zaku on Jan 28, 2009 18:54:55 GMT -5
They go back into the room to survey the damage.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 28, 2009 19:25:56 GMT -5
The office is destroyed and burning, but the Oracle appears to be unscathed, his arms reached behind him as he tries to rub the smolder from under his cape. The straps around his shoulders appear to be unscathed; an annoying sign that the arsenal pack is still undamaged, only heated to a somewhat uncomfortable temperature.
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Post by Zaku on Jan 28, 2009 20:13:39 GMT -5
"Lets freeze it off and hit it with a hammer."
The other guards look at their commander.
"Will that work?"
"Of course it will. We have to get it off!"
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 28, 2009 20:14:53 GMT -5
The Oracle just sits there, resting his chin on his hand while drumming his fingers on his knee.
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Post by Zaku on Jan 28, 2009 20:18:18 GMT -5
"But what if that doesn't work?"
The commander thinks hard.
"I say we put something heavy on it and crush it."
"After that?"
He thinks again.
"The thermal generator! We'll dip it into the lava!"
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 29, 2009 2:01:01 GMT -5
The Oracle gets up, heads to the burning officer's desk, pulls out a notepad and an ink pen, writes something down and tosses it to the irate guard.
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Post by Zaku on Jan 31, 2009 14:58:40 GMT -5
The guard catches it and looks at it.
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