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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Silver:
anfff ou oo uuuu laaaaa oooo eeeiinnn ooo eee oonnneee?
"andhowdoyouplanongettingtothephone"
Calx watches the cigarette previously in Stefans mouth roll across the floor, spinning in an off circle, slowly making its way to a liquid on the floor.
If Stefan dies, then there's no point to this
They didn't listen to you and got themselves into this situation
That doesn't mean I'm leaving them
Why not?
because Stefan needs to live dammit!

Calx dives at the cigarette, and pulls out his knife. He puts the blade to the man in the Hawaiian shirt's throat, and the lit cigarette to Stefan's eye.

"Now you're both going to do as I say. Modus is going to put the gun down and Stefan is going to back away from the couch."
His face is shriverled with rage
"ARE WE CLEAR SOLDIERS?"

St. Jimmy:
Crimson continued to wind down the road.  He came to a city. The streets were bare. No one, except for an occasional group of shady looking teenagers, was on the sidewalks and alleyways.  Stopping the bike to get some food, he remembered that he had no money. That's just great, and besides, someone might recognize me from omnicide. Suddenly, one of the boys ran at Crimson with a switchblade.  With a quick kick to the gut, the boy fell to the ground and released the blade.  Crimson picked up the knife and looked at kid, Be careful who you mess with.. He got back on the motorcycle and drove off.

Frenchfry:
Stefan snapped back to reality when he saw the burning ashes of the cigarette stop milimeters from his eye. His only eye. An ash fell from it, burning the skin below his eye slightly.
Removing his gun from the liar's mouth, Stefan silently apologized to his his Muay Thai instructor.

Don't let anyone push you around. That's what you said, right? Stick up for yourself. How am I supposed to do that now?

Desbear:
renegade looked at the opposing army and saw two rockets heading at his copter he then said "oh snap"as the rockets hit the copter

Silver:
Well it seems that we are at a bit of a conflict. I can't just let you off of there, you seem to be a little cross with me old chap he coughs as he stands up, producing another cigarette and lighting it, the collar still in his hand.
New plan. Calx, you deal with them and if you don't do as I say, you can kiss your chance goodbye.
Calx takes a step back from the two Stefans, and snuffs out the cigarette on the rotting coffee table. He begins to pace, and mumble to himself
"Whattodowhattodowhattodo"
He stops and turns to the man in the hawaiian shirt.
"Just give me the job, I'll do it and we can be gone. Stop twisting us around your finger."
Don't say mean things to your only source of information. And what about your friends? Are you just going to leave them here?
Calx looks at the two without turning his head.
"Ok lets make a deal. You answer one question, I go and do the job, and Modus stays here, but OUTSIDE of this hellhole. And by outside, I mean where he was supposed to be when I got here."
Ask your one question.
"Is she in the city?"
And here I thought you were going to waste it on another "where is she?" That's good of you to change. The answer is no.
"Then-"
You said one question. Now. He turns to Stefan and Astrid. I'm feeling entertained so I'm going to make you a deal. You two are going to have your own little job. Simple courier work, You take this- He points to a box on the rotting table -Package to the location on it, and everything is fine. No collar, no explosives, and you don't come back. Agreed?

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