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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 17:34:31 GMT -9
Lt. Gunnar
Valentine watched Sniv proclaim his"superiority", sighed, and walked closer. "I've met people who believed they were the best," he said, solemnly, "they died first."
He allowed his words to sink in, completely still. Then, he walked away, each footstep slowly rising and falling, as if they were tied to weights of memory.
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Post by Masked on Dec 21, 2015 18:29:49 GMT -9
"Zzzz..." Daniel snored on, having been exhausted prior to be yanked from his humble homestead. Albeit a rude maneuver on his part, it should be noted that a rancher like himself needs more rest than more sedentary folk. His sleep tends to be light, so any sort of extremely noticeable noise could awake him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 21:45:35 GMT -9
Sniv Ooze Umaki
"Tsk. I don't need to solve that!" He said, turning away, both the height insult bothering him, as well as the hard math question. Though he turns a ear to the weird soldier looking guy as he says some things, though frowns as he said he would die first, staring as he walked away. Why would he die first, he had no reason to be killed. Besides, no one would be able to kill the strongest basketball player in the world.
As the soldier walked away, he turned back to the child, not afraid to try and get him back. "Well, if you think you're better than me, solve this, who won the western NBA championship in 1987?" Hhe said, haughtily. Of course he knew the winner, but the child would almost certainly not!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 22:17:10 GMT -9
Mirage
The "sport" player was simply irritating now. How could humans be so invested in such a tedious task? Running back and forth on a rectangle. And it's a pillar of their culture? They really do deserve to be wiped out...
"Isn't that a completely useless question? Useless DOES seem to be the specialty of human "sports", but I was wondering if you understood how useless knowing the winner to an ancient game is."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 6:15:55 GMT -9
(8-year old is more mature than teenager on the internet syndrome alert, if so....)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 23:54:37 GMT -9
Sniv Ooze Umaki
"Ech.." He froze, unable to come up with any reply that was suitable for him. He had to admit, the plane freaked him out, and the 'child' was well, certainly smarter than him. Though, he couldn't let that bother him! Even if he was both taller, older, and smarter, he, the strongest basketball player in the world, could certainly best the likes of him! "Hmph, well, I'm 15, so thus I have more stamina, speed, strength, and youthful spirit!" He says, doing a dramatic pose and the spacejam music that plays in his presence* playing a bit louder. "And, even if I don't know how language works and I fail in school almost every year, it doesn't mean I could best the likes of you. Plus, I'm not even the type that cries over physical labor, in fact, I enjoy physical labor! Aaahaahaha!" He laughed, smirking and directing all of this to that know-it-all kid, to just show how good he really was compared to him.
Though, despite his confidence he decided to not direct anything to the talking plane thing. It both scared him, and seemed to be far more intelligent, and that isn't even pointing out that it's a spaceship-ish object of all things. Though it had hit a sore spot in it calling sports useless, and saying knowing all the champions of the NBA games was completely useless, if was afraid if he tried provoking it something bad would definitely happen, though arguing with the guy who seemed to think of him especially as stupid wouldn't be a problem in his mind.
He dribbles his basketball with his spare hand, the pose being him pointing one hand over to the kid and smirking. To him, the pose was the best thing ever, though in reality it would look extremely stupid.
(*the spacejam music playing in sniv's presence is a joke. if in your opinion it ruins the whole atmosphere, just ignore it**. though i have pika's official approval, so if it bothers you just ignore it, and please dont try starting an arguement about making the scrap joke character even more scrappier by giving him some basketball music. thank you.)
(**seriously, if it bothers you just ignore it.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 8:15:36 GMT -9
Mirage A robotic, condescending laugh came from the ship. "So, in human terms, you're a "dumb jock", and proud of it? I think you got it backwards. Brains are more powerful than brawn. I've seen a pair of Eagle fighters tactically overwhelm a superior Vulture. Intelligence allows tactics and tools, brawn is a fixed capacity. Being the best sports player in the world won't save you from a pulse laser. Stop bragging about physical labor. I can ALSO accomplish physical labor. I can ram a basketball court into splinters, then slaughter all of the players with only one laser pulse each. That is physical labor beyond throwing a piece of plastic."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 10:04:14 GMT -9
Mirage
"You know that human treat, popcorn? I'd prefer to see him go out like that." Mirage laughed, sadistically. "You human beings are truly disgusting, you know."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 14:40:05 GMT -9
(is it dead again?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 19:45:58 GMT -9
(You know what I mean. Nobody is responding again.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 19:47:23 GMT -9
(WHISTLES INNOCENTLY
sorry if i havent been responding, i just really dont like people like sniv, i dont even know why i made him tbh.. ill try my best to make a response either after mass tonight or early tomorrow morning when i get up and get my presents and the like)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 19:15:29 GMT -9
(YOU LIED.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 20:28:53 GMT -9
(yyeah i still dont like sniv, but ugh lets see.)
Sniv Ooze Umaki
"Eheheh.." He frowned, both the plane and the kid seemed to think that basketball was stupid, not to mention they wanted to tear his limbs off. "I'll just.. go." He says, frowning and turning to walk away, done with trying to make discussion with them. If they wanted to kill him, well, he was never that much into the whole "I hate you but I like you" thing, and anybody that rude to him didn't deserve someone as great as himself as a friend, as much as he liked making them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 21:04:53 GMT -9
Mirage "Finally, the ROACH is scurrying off. Too bad, though. Where there is one roach, there are many." Mirage said. Behind the scenes, Mirage was doing several critical scans, evaluating the room and the opponents.
Lt. Gunnar
Valentine's HUD made a sudden shift, an indicator appeared, detecting directed radiation which could either be an energy weapon preparing to fire, or a scan of some kind. Valentine looked around quickly and decided it was best to take a few steps, but nobody seemed to be firing anything. "Is someone trying to scan me with something?" he asked the room, just to check.
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Post by Mama Pika on Dec 28, 2015 22:28:13 GMT -9
Rosemary
"Ahh I believe this conversation has gone long enough. I'm glad some of you have made friends and have met each other but now, now we have to get down to business on why you are all here correct?" Rosemary got up from her throne and walked down the steps, her hands on her hips as she swung them. She looks about the room. Yes, it seems everyone has gotten either well acquainted or rather just not liking each other at all. As she got to the final step, she help up her arms. "Welcome to your doom! My name is Rosemary. I will be your host!" She smiled under her mask. "The goal here is simple! Everyone will be teleported off to a different location and have to kill each other! Last one standing well, they get a free wish!" She giggles.
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