"Alright. The ice box is in the kitchen. Help yourself." Mr. wheeler wondered who this loudly dressed person was. He definitely worked for her, but he didn't seem as menacing as many of her henchmen. "What's your name?"
fast food gremlins
Mr. Wheeler Met Saule's gaze and grinned. "First of all, there are only three of them stationed in this entire metropolis. There are going to be... what, at least two hundred new gods coming here tommorrow? They're out numbered by a lot, and far underpowered. Second, i think these gods are different. Two of them seem to have ben in dispute with the higher-ups of their side. Third, i don't even know if they're still here anymore, considering what happened tonight." Mr. Wheeler knew saule wouldn't buy the last one. But he hoped he'd at least listen to reason, and not give into her totalitarian desires.
Mr. Wheeler could guess from the tone of his guest that he wanted to annoy him. Relax, Mr. Wheeler said to himself. If we provoke him, we provoke HER. "That wasn't me. That was one of the old gods. I followed him and we battled to a stalemate at the mall. Then i lost him."
This guy was acting like it was his apartment. That bugged Mr. Wheeler. It made the man seem like he had some kind of leverage over him. "Sure", mr. wheeler said. WHy don't you have a seat as well, and we can discuss the matters at hand."
Me?? Someone in my american gods RP who is cool ^_^
Somebody who has two personalities
The words echoed through his head. How could- No, thanks, Nikkie. I'm alright for now. I'm glad you're still Okay. "What does she want?" Mr. Wheeler asked his guest.
Mr. Wheeler got that sinking feeling in his gut. she did know. Mr. Wheeler walked up to his uninvited, fruitily-dressed guest and stepped directly in front of him. "So you know," Mr. Wheeler said Honestly, "She's not here."
"Interesting. What position would that be? And what am i in trouble for?" Mr. Wheeler severely hoped that this man wasn't working for who he thought he was working for. Of course, Valentine had warned Wheeler to watch himself. Mr. Wheeler Really hoped he didn't know who this man's boss was.
Mr. Wheeler groaned. Who could it possibly be? He turned his TV off and answered the door. The man standing there looked like he had just come home from hawaii. "Who are you?"
Name:Cid Age:32 Side: Good Rank: none Series:FFVII/ Advent Children Attire: Blue denim jacket, White undershirt. Khaki pants, Gloves. Wears boots and Goggles. Weapon: Spear Accesories: ?? Special Abilities: Skilled Pilot and Mechanic. Magic: Thundaga, Reflectaga, Graviraga, Bio 3 Main Summon/Transform: Odin Limit Breaks: Highwind- Cid summons his ship to blast the stuffing out of anyone in his way. Dragon- Cid summons a dragon that drains his enemies of their stregnth. Javelin- Cid launches his lance at an enemy, dealing massive damage to his victim. Biography: Cid may not have the best of manners and may seem rash at times, but underneath his rough exterior, he has a decent heart. He has a profound love for mechanics, and is a skilled pilot as well. In combat he may not do as well as Cloud and Sephiroth, but he can certainly hold his own with his spear. Cid is also a member of AVALANCHE.
It won't help. Nobody at disney is actually alive anymore, so attempting to kill them won't really help. They'll just pick up the body parts and make more drones. I should know. i tried after i heard they were making cinderella 3. I MEAN COME ON! CINDERELLA 3? WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END??
someone who apparently likes explosives...
Mr. Wheeler couldn't tell whether she had figured it out yet. He was guessing she had, judging from what valentine said. the only problem was, what was she going to do about it? He couldn't tell whether she was just going to kill him outright or wait until he let his guard down? Or maybe she would just use it as leverage? Mr. wheeler decided he would just wait until the morning. SO, he got himself a bag of pretzels and turned on his favorite movie.
"As you know, the location of the gathering hasn't been disclosed yet." said Valentine in a thick italian accent. "Yeah. And?" Valentine reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. He threw it to Mr. Wheeler like a frisbee. Mr. Wheeler caught it, and Valentine started to walk towards the door immediately. Mr. Wheeler looked Valentine in the eye, and Valentine stared straight back. HE walked toward the door. "Oh, and Mr. Wheeler..." "What?" 'Watch yourself." Valentine walked out the door, and was gone.
Mr. Wheeler pulled into his parking space outside his apartment. Nothing special so far. No different cars, no strange people, and no corpses. At least not yet. He walked to hs apartment and opened the door, not knowing what to expect once he walked in. A man with a really nice suit was sitting in Mr. Wheeler's living room on his sofa. He was smoking a cigarette. "Hello, St. Valentine", Mr. Wheeler said in an ironic voice. "What brings you here?"
Mr. Wheeler got into his car and headed towards home. He hoped that she hadn't found out about his meeting yet. Mr. Wheeler couldn't help thinking about Nikkie. He had honestly found a friend in this whacked out world of gods and monsters. He hoped she'd be alright. Mr. wheeler turned on some music to try to divert his thoughts away from such frightening matters.
I would rather be a nam. If you had to warp and control the minds of the masses, would you rather do it by bluntly telling them what to do, or would you rather control them using subliminal messages?
I don't know about you guys, but i don't blame the police for getting upset. I mean, what if something like this had actually happened and it did turn out to be explosives? If the police just sat and do nothing, they'd look pretty stupid when people started dying. They were doing their jobs. So yes they looked stupid because it was a hoax, but they would have looked a LOT worse if it wasn't. Besides, it's not just their fault. Turner entertainment handled the situation badly, too. they could have at least told the police what they were doing before they pulled it off.
