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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 12, 2011 21:56:33 GMT -5
"My Dearest Friend...
How long has it been? Twenty Years? No doubt it's been thousands for them. But you could feel it couldn't you, her death, the pulses radiated from the other side. We couldn't protect her, because we lacked the power to do so. I am done waiting, we're going through with the plan. Meet us in Californa, we'll create the device there and return to Allorum.
I find it funny, the words of my greatest rival ring true...in order to protect something...
...you have to rule it.
Hope to meet you there.
It has been a year since the heroes of Earth had to return home, most tried to get through life as normal, but it wasn't easy. They were holding onto the promise they would be allowed to return, but as they are to find out if they want something: they have to make it happen.
Streets of LA
"Hey Navarre, pick up the pace will ya?" Andy called back, brushing his orange bangs from his hair. "I wanna actually get to the beach, you know?"
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Post by Navarre on Aug 12, 2011 22:06:49 GMT -5
Navarre was used to the high temperatures of L.A. because he was from the land down under, Australia, but what was slowing him down, was Andy's ungodly walking pace. "Can you cool it with the running, mate? Not all of us are this fast." He ran up to him, "Besides, it's not like the beach is going anywhere."
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 12, 2011 22:08:43 GMT -5
"Guess so." Andy waited for him to catch up before walking instead, making sure he paced himself slow so he didn't go far ahead. "Just trying to keep my mind of things, wanna get there and hear the waves, it helps."
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Post by Navarre on Aug 12, 2011 22:18:42 GMT -5
"Ah, then maybe we should look into an apartment that is on the seafront?" Navarre asked, "Oh wait, that is right, we have no money!" He laughed at his own stupid joke, "So, are we going to participate in the beach volleyball games? Lots of girls are going to be there."
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 12, 2011 22:22:55 GMT -5
Andy cracked his knuckles, ready to deliver his friend a whack to the back of the head when he brought up beach volleyball. He gave a frown and sighed.
"I think I'll pass. You can though, I know you need your daily dose of boobs in order to survive."
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Post by Navarre on Aug 12, 2011 22:26:53 GMT -5
"But I need a partner!" He said as he got in front of him to beg. "Beside, most of the women will be looking at me, so you don't have to worry about looking bad or if you are shy, I can have the side with the more women!"
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 12, 2011 22:29:50 GMT -5
He looked at Navarre, up at the volleyball court and sighed. He hated moments like this.
"Alright fair, but if the women are starting to gather around me we're pulling out your 'angry possessive sister who is my girlfriend' escape got it?"
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Post by Navarre on Aug 12, 2011 22:37:08 GMT -5
"Right... What was her name again?" He asked as he tried to remember. He didn't want to mess up like last time and then try to convince the girls that Andy was a polygamist. Andy almost killed him for that .
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 12, 2011 22:46:20 GMT -5
"Ahhh I think we were going with Sheila, since you seem to hate Tiffany." he said, peeling off his shirt and walking to the volleyball court.
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Post by Navarre on Aug 12, 2011 22:54:08 GMT -5
"Yea, Sheila." He said as he put his headband on. He signed up for the game, then he looked at the chart. "Alright, it looks like we are going against Wendell and Ash." He looked at the court, and two really buff guys came out. "Uhh... You want to serve?"
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 13, 2011 14:47:39 GMT -5
Andy looked at their competition and glared, "I hate you Navarre, I really do."
He picked up the volley ball and did the first serve of the game, he may not have been big and buff as these guys were, but always using a sword nearly twice your weight has made Andy toned.
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Post by Navarre on Aug 13, 2011 17:39:06 GMT -5
The game went on for a while, until the score was 20-20 in their favor, and Navarre was up to serve. "Ok Andy, when they volley back, you get it, then I will set you up and then you spike it on them, ok?" He said as he served. The ball flew over and the guys managed to return the ball, and it was heading straight at Andy.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 13, 2011 19:13:45 GMT -5
Andy was about to spike it back when something caught his attention, the corner of his eye he saw someone running across the court. A girl, close to his age, running across the court completely ignoring the fact people were playing on it. He caught a glimpse of her shoulder length reddish-brown hair as she moved past Andy, the ball kind of bounced off her shoulder and barely made it over the net to the other side.
"Hey!" Andy yelled, the girl looked back for a moment but continued running.
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Post by Navarre on Aug 13, 2011 19:21:24 GMT -5
The whistle blew at the extra player and caused the other team to serve. "Andy, Do you know who tha-" His sentence got cut short as the volleyball slammed into his face and sent him into the sand.
"Team A WINS!" the announcer said, as all of the women surrounded them.
"S-s-s-so much, p-p-pain!" He said as the ball rolled off of his face and onto the sand, leaving the words Wilson on his forehead, but backward.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Aug 13, 2011 19:30:54 GMT -5
Andy didn't really care much for losing the match, he was more focused on watching the strange girl run across the beach to a group of adults. She stood out cause unlike the rest of the crowd she was not in a swimsuit, neither were the adults she was talking to. One of them was a tall burly man, looked like he was some wrestler or someone who did some serious work out in the gym. The other was a woman with long reddish-brown hair, it cascaded down to her back from what Andy could tell.
A man standing next to the woman was thinnish, more weedy than the others, but had this...narrow menacing expression on his face. The last man there seemed to be the leader was the one who wore a shirt Andy used to wear: the sleeveless one that made him look like a punk. He had short blonde hair and seemed to be listening to whatever this girl was saying with a strange intensity. They were odd...
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