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Post by Blade on Sept 26, 2009 1:12:10 GMT -5
The knights are a hardworking, multi purpose organization dedicated to fixing people's problems. Bug infestation? They'll fix it. Pipe clog? They'll fix it. Giant rampaging robot? Less common, but yeah, they'll fix it. All for a small fee. Hey, they do have to be able to afford their equipment, bills, and other expenses. There are some ground rules, though, about jobs they will refuse. If it has to do with breaking the law, refused. Killing people is refused. And depending on who the proposed target is, or what the proposed target is, they will report refused jobs to the police.
"Ah, such a nice office. Too bad it took most of our funds, huh guys?" Gyron sat back in a chair, relaxing. "Royalty or not, without funds I can't enjoy my 'exquisite tastes'." "Not like you enjoyed them anyway, Gyron." His best friend Jake commented, "Or you never would have been so serious about going to public school, or meeting me." His face, as he talked, was staring into a computer screen with long lines of data codes on it. "And you would have missed out on working alongside me." A robot commented, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, you're right, I don't really go for the so-called good stuff. My motto's always been, just because it's more expensive doesn't mean it's better. Of course, even that has it's exeptions, like this place. It's expensive, yes, but it's perfect."
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Post by Blade on Dec 23, 2009 23:58:10 GMT -5
Outside, a man was talking on a cell phone. "Just shut up! Shut up! I don't want to see you again! I wish you'd just get outta my life. GO AWAY."
Floating overhead, Destinos overheard. He began to fly away with green eyes, but then returned with deadly malice. He readied his particle cannon, and leveled the building along with everyone in it. He then flew off, and the media appeared shortly after.
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