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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1621026 times)

"...alright, I'll operate the timer..."

I look around. "We won't get in trouble for this will we? have they said anything about gambling in the base rules?"

I chuckle.
"Let's hope not."

I roll my eyes and wind the timer. There's a button that you hit to keep the time when you're done.

"It's away vs. home. Begin at your leisure. 60 seconds. Roger will stop the time when you're finished."


I pick up the gun.
I take the mag out.
I flip off the safety, and then press down the two switches.
I take off the slide.
7 seconds.
I pull out the recoil guide rod, and the barrel.
17 seconds.
I put the barrel back in.
24 seconds.
I put the recoil guide back in.
32 seconds.
I put the slide back on.
36 seconds.
I flip the safety on, and load the mag back in.
I slam the gun on the table.
38 seconds.
"Hah! 38 seconds! Beat that!"

(plz don't powergame)

I look around a little bit, then take another bite from my sandwich. The mess hall echoes the voices of the other group, and their little game. I decide to move a bit closer to watch what's going on, so I pick up my plate and head towards the group, saying nothing as I sit at a table closer to theirs.
« Last Edit: April 12, 2015, 03:50:10 PM by Gojira »

I look around a little bit, then take another bite from my sandwich. The mess hall echoes the voices of the other group, and their little game. I decide to move a bit closer to watch what's going on, so I pick up my plate and head towards the group.
aren't you supposed to be dead
nvm

A deafening roar approaches rapidly and a look out the window will show you the veritable parade of ultra-expensive stuff flying overhead for a landing. If Aramina is here, she should be able to recognize the latter plane.

I look around a little bit, then take another bite from my sandwich. The mess hall echoes the voices of the other group, and their little game. I decide to move a bit closer to watch what's going on, so I pick up my plate and head towards the group.
to clarify, this is his new character
Name: Akemi Yui (last-first)
Nickname: Hawkeye
Age: 23
Piloting Preference: Multirole
Backstory: Born in 4892 and raised in Kintharia, she moved to NAUC at a young age. She was always top notch in her classes, and graduated in 4913 from a university in NAUC with a master's in engineering.
Description: Slightly less pale than someone in Raiden flight. About 5' tall, with grey eyes and regulation-length black hair.
Personality: Quick learner. Doesn't talk much except to speak her mind about a situation. Also speaks Kintharian.
steele is still kill

I turn around to the sound of boots.
"Another new guy. Great!"
I try to make it sound the least sarcastic as possible.

I say nothing and simply watch what they're doing.

"Anyways, we're playing a little game. We're trying to see who can field strip and put this service pistol back together the fastest."
I point to Roger.
"That's Roger."
I point to Tippy.
"That's Tippy."

"Akemi Yui. Last-first."
I continue watching.

"Oh, I've never seen a Fury before, and the Wyvern is way outside of my pay grade." Bell remarks as she stands outside of the hangar.

I take another bite of my sandwich and keep watching.

(plz don't powergame)
(I'll let locke decide)

Roger was barely able to set the timer before I got started. I had every little detail down in my head, and i knew what i had to do.

My hands were a blur, they were small hands, but meticulous. I never noticed that i had removed the mag before i moved on to the recoil guide. Then the safety made its usual click and i was back in the real world. It was like drugs, but better and healthier.

I look at Roger and see him gawking at the timer.

"Well?"

"Wow. That was incredibly fast. I even saw you pull all the rounds out of the magazine and put them back in..."

I look at the timer.

"35 seconds."