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6/23/2016 5:46:39 AM
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"More suits like this one? Who could say no to that? And even a couple of drinks, and you as company? I'd love to come with you."
He grins, moving one of his hands to scratch the stubble on his chin.
"Might have to get out of this suit though, but that shouldn't be too hard."
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She smiles. "It's a date then." She gracefully climbs back up to the cockpit of her mech, getting back in. [i]"Follow me."[/i]
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 1:13:00 PM"I guess it is!" He exclaims with a grin. He then, assuming that she meant "follow me" as "follow me with your mech," walks back to the back of his mech, and climbs back with some effort. "Aye, aye, Cap'n!"
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She giggles. For the sake of entertainment, we will skip the long part where they quietly walked back to the General Quarters and to the warehouses. The two of them arrived in front of the very large warehouse that Mir'ika called home. [i]"Home sweet home!"[/i] Suddenly, the large sliding door opens up, allowing her to enter. She bends the mech down to fit in the door.
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He takes a moment to look at the warehouse, and to collect his thoughts for a bit. He had only just arrived in this place, and he had already met a cutie, and now was on what she called a date. And she wasn't even a normal girl! But, quite frankly, he didn't care; he never was one for racism. Then, depending on the height of the warehouse, but because I'm assuming that its larger than fifteen feet, he walks into the warehouse with his mech.
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The Warehouse must have been home to some kind of sorcery, since it was much bigger on the inside. Hundreds of Mechs, ranging from his size to the size of the KX139. [i]"This is me and my dad's collection!"[/i] This was like a porn film for a mechanic.
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*tech boner intensifies* The man just froze up as soon when he saw all the mechs, his place in the mech getting rather uncomfortable. His inner tech nerd wanting to take every single one of them apart, only to put them together again. Just to see their inner workings. Finally, after a while of just staring, the man manages to mutter two words, "Holy shit..."
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[i]"Impressive, Huh?"[/i] She giggles, getting out of her mech again. "C'mon! Let me show you around."
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He swiftly moves the mech to somewhere it wouldn't get in the way, and the back, legs, and arms fold out, allowing Lucas to hop out the back. After a bit of... Relocating things, he swiftly makes his way over to Miri. "This turned out to be my favourite day yet, if I'm being honest. First I meet you, then this... And the day isn't even over yet!"
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"You're right it isn't! We still need to have ourselves a few drinks in private..." She smirks, showing him around the various battlesuits they had.
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[spoiler]Why do I have the feeling that her dad is gonna show up outta nowhere and'll chase him off with a shotgun like some redneck? [/spoiler] "Lookin' forward to those drinks! Hope you have some strong stuff... Like, real strong stuff..." The man chuckles, following Miri with delight as he looked around at the battle suits. He was like a kid in a candy store.
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"We have stuff you've never seen before..." She chuckles. [spoiler]nah, he won't.[/spoiler]
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"Definitely looking forward to it... Oh yes I am..." He says with a toothy grin, still looking around him with great interest. [spoiler]phew.[/spoiler]
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After a complete tour of the hangar, Mir'ika turns to look at him. "So... there's that out of the way... now follow me..." She took his hand, her skin was incredibly soft. She walked with him up a flight of stairs, entering a small room.
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Hangar? Wasn't it a warehouse before? The man held her hand back, timidly and submissively following her. His hand was gloved, the fabric being rather rough, probably to prevent things from slipping out of his hands.
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Hangar, Warehouse, it's all the same. The room was small and comfy, with two couches, a desk, a few lockers and a minifridge. "Get comfortable, I'll get us our drinks..." She walks over to the fridge, bending over to look inside.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 2:27:18 PMWell, not really. A hangar holds planes and stuff, while a warehouse holds things that definitely aren't planes. Lucas took a quick look around the place, his eyes resting on Miri's bend over form for more than just a bit. Once he realized that he was staring, he swiftly looked at one of the couches while his face lit up in embarrassment. Then, he quickly made his way over to it, and sat down, trying to be as... casual as possible. Yeah.
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After a bit, she brought out a blue bottle. "Ah... there's the good stuff!" She walks up to him, sitting next to him on the couch. "Kroot Ale... now this is strong."
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Miri saw that Lucas had indeed made himself comfortable; even his armour was off, now just standing next to the couch, like an empty shell. Which meant that he was now wearing nothing but a white T-shirt, which hugged his muscles rather tightly, showing of his... Like... Arm muscles... I don't know terms. And he was also wearing some black shorts that reached to his knees. "Ooh, it's... It's blue? Well, if it won't kill me, it's fine!" He said with a rather big smile.
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Edited by Shadlezz: 6/23/2016 2:41:14 PMshe sat next to him, her latex outfit hugging her curves and exposing her body rather nicely to the eye. She removed the cork of the bottle, from which a subtle mist begun spreading. She grabbed two glasses, pouring it in both. She gave one to him. "Bottoms up, sexy boy..." She smirks.
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He looked at the blue mist with curiousity, an inquisitive "hmm?" coming from him. Then he gently took the glass, and flashed Miri a smile and a wink. "Sexiest boy, I might add." He chuckles, and places the glass against his lips, tilting his head bang, and bringing the bottom of his glass up, pouring the booze into his mouth, and gulping it down without a second thought.
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The sour, strong liquid, although being cold burned down his throat, the lovable sensation of strong alcohol. Although, quickly after drinking, the strength of the drink hit him like a train, straight in the gut.
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The man brings his head back down, along with the glass, and licks his lips a couple of times before slowly nodding. "Well damn. That stuff is indeed pretty damn strong..." He softly said, his speech slightly slurred.
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"Yep..." She smiles. "So, Lucas... tell me about yourself."
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 3:01:51 PM"There's not a lot to tell about me, in all honesty.. I was born in a rather small town, into a pretty wealthy and kind family. I went to a prestigious school, studied a lot.. Didn't socialize at all though. Had really good grades, learnt a whole lot - even things that kids my age wouldn't be able to comprehend in the slightest... Then, when I was about sixteen, I stopped studying, focusing more on socializing. I got fairly popular, had friends and fun. That was until my dad's panties got in a bunch, and he sent me off to a military academy at age of eighteen. I eventually joined the military when I was somewhere in my twenties, don't know where exactly... I worked in the.. The real offensive areas, with mechs and explosives and really big guns. It was great, really... I, still being petty damn smart and knowing a rather large amount, started dabbling in human augmentations, eventually developing meds and other things, boosting my stamina, my strength, the whole package. Basically I made super steroids. Yep... I, using dangerous and experimental technology, eventually creating a portal thing, and ended I in here! Yay." The man took a little pause. "Guess there was a lot to tell, huh..."
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"Well, that was a lot to tell!" She giggles. "Interesting story you have there, Lucas..."
