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[Renegade 13]

Seeing Agent Zero, Angel of Death and Ragin'( ) Deadstar eyeing him with not-so-friendly expressions on their faces, Renegade slips a little deeper into the shadows. The greenish glow of his eyes is visible for a short time, then disappears suddenly.

Climbing the wall slowly, carefully and silently, Renegade slips onto the 10 x 10 rafters and slowly slips to a position over top of the Angel of Death and Agent Zero. Pulling a handful of something out of a hidden pocket of his cloak, he lightly blows some sort of iridescent powder down onto the unsuspecting duo.

Muttering under his breath, Renegade says, "I sure hope you can incapacitate an Angel of Death...and lets hope Woundwort doesn't mind having a few twitching bodies on his floor."

With that, and not waiting to see the effects of the substance take effect, Renegade vanishes with a faint noise, and a flash of bluish light.

[Puke]

Puke said:
well, its certainly been ages since i've seen that fuzzy mug in here.

since its valentines day (in some parts of the world) is it a requirements for those FBWs to express a little affection for tired old wargame grognards? or does that get into combat pay?

good god, i was replying to the first page of this thread. still not used to how things display after the forum upgrade, and have to remember to click on page "1"

[Raging Deadstar]

RD sees this strange action by Renegade and shakes his head, returning from the back room carrying a hefty western style pistol, a black umbrella and a miniature vacuum cleaner. Proceeding to Agent Zero and the supposed Angel of Death's table he wonders, "Should I let the Angel of Death kill him..." but decides against it, Renegade didn't deserve death, perhaps embarrassment on the IRC channel but not death. He dutifully sucks up the strange pixie dust that renegade sprayed with the vacuum cleaner and kicks it away. He then hands the two patrons the umbrella.

“Here you go, Now please, just duck behind it for a moment, Customer Satisfaction and all…”

RD looks around; Renegade is nowhere to be seen… So he knocks on the ceiling lights and opens fire with the heavy pistol.

“Ok, Renegade, now be a good peaceful Canadian and return to your table… I don’t want an enraged harbinger of death with vengeance and bloodlust on her mind… Christ…It’s bad enough filing thing’s under ‘Act’s of God’ on the insurance forms, Never mind when it is an actual Act of God!”

RD looks up, Renegade is still nowhere to be seen and all that remains are several large bullet holes in the rafters. He reloads the pistol and glances round…

“Sheesh, it’s only Tuesday and I’m dealing with an Angel of Death, some Green Eyed Canadian Mercenary and Rival establishments, How much is the Boss paying me for this?”

[General Woundwort]

Woundwort watches RD's inexplicable actions, and shakes his head sadly.

"Here we are, teetering on the brink of an all-out turf war, and you're acting like Eli Wallach on acid. Get a grip, and keep an eye out for Rudy!"

[Kamog]

Puke said:
good god, i was replying to the first page of this thread. still not used to how things display after the forum upgrade, and have to remember to click on page "1"

You can change the order of the posts back to reverse order in the display preferences under "My Home".

[Renegade 13]

"Come on RD, I wasn't after you!! Cut me a little slack, ok?"

As the disembodied voice fades to non-existance, Renegade re-materializes in his favorite dark corner of the bar, and pokes a finger through a rather large caliber bullet hole in the side of his cloak. Close one.

[mac5732]

The wizen old one walks into the old establishiment, looks around and waves at everyone, however, he stops and peers at the darkness sitting next to AZ, hmmm, me mumbles, he pulls out his darkness slicer wiper, pushes on the button and walks over to his table. He orders his usual, and then opens up his bag and starts handing out valentines to everyone in the bar, of course the FBWs are just thrilled and proceed to smother him and Puke in wonderous smooches and massages. They in turn show their appreciation by putting on the valentine outfits that Puke gave them. The old ones, defibulatro starts to go into over drive and the wize geezer has to turn it down a little...

Just then, a slight wind once again whispers thru the cantina, and the words, "He's coming, He's coming", once again issues thru out the confines of the cantina....

[AngeldelaMuerte]

A massive bear-like Indian squeezes his way into the bar and two patrons standing near the door immediately attack each other violently. The huge man walks straight over to the Angel and Agent Zero's table and sits down carefully. The wooden chair groans loudly under the weight but somehow manages to hold. Next through the door is a gaunt bent-over man who heads straight for his companion, only detouring to devour all the bear-nuts at the bar. Finally, walking proudly upright despite being a sickly yellow colour, the last of the men enter. He makes his way to the table slowly carefully avoiding touching anyone or anything. The three shake hands with Agent Zero then nod politely to the Angel and all five begin a quiet conversation...

[AgentZero]

"Great. War, Death, Famine and Pestilance at my table. Does anyone want to trade seats?"

[Raging Deadstar]

"Sorry Renegade, But with the possibility of turf warfare I thought it would be pest to pacify the locals."

RD look’s around and locks eyes with the Angel of Death and her companions...

"Is it the Apocalypse already? Oh well, At least there aren't 14 Angel's of Death like in Rabbinical Lore. Now that would be awful. Hmmm…I wonder if there’s a social club for these people…"

General Woundwort said:
Woundwort watches RD's inexplicable actions, and shakes his head sadly.

"Here we are, teetering on the brink of an all-out turf war, and you're acting like Eli Wallach on acid. Get a grip, and keep an eye out for Rudy!"

“Sorry Sir, It’s that old Security Instinct from the Starfury sector kicking in. Anyway, I’ve always preferred Al Pacino myself.”