"So, what's the news on the camera>" clancy muttered to Commandramon. "I've captured it's film by use of a highly advanced-" Commandramon began. "Fast forward," Clancy yawned. "I've got the footage stored, sir" Commandramon said, "All we need to do is put it on film."
OOC: It doesn't have a real RP section. Check Comic Book Rumbles. It has a few RP's running there now. I'm in one of 'em, as is DarKnight.
OOC: That one didn't even require much effort! You just send 'em a bio, they say yes or no. You edit it. Your in. Easy. And the site is CBR. The site we might move to.
OOC: Well, I don't know what you exactly mean by effort. Would effort be actually making a character bio with background, appearance, abilities and everything?
"You're right!" Clancy nodded, pulling out a cell phone and dialing a number. "Here ya go," he said, tossing a phone to Mikeru.
OOC: Actually I use a character named Clancy for another RPG outside of this site, I almost called Xane Clancy a while ago, but no one noticed. And no noe's obsessed with anything but you. And of course I know who Pharell is. I know all of my characters. Don't be a hater, Nulix!
OOC: I merely edited out a spelling mistake. I do that often.
"Well, I've been bringing them stuff!" Clancy said. "like all of those weird eggs they leave behind after we beat them. For such a 'digimon' expert, I'm surprised you haven't seen my show! That one fight I had against the Swapman-" "Raremon," Commandramon corrected. "That one fight I had against the Raremon was outrageous!" Clancy continued.
OOC: Nulix...It obviously did not...
OOC: What are you talking about Nulix? It clearly says Pharell.
OOC: We'll see you then, Jaxed. BIC: "I don't want your trust, I want your ship!" Pharell shouted. "What do you care anyway?"
"Experience?" Clancy snorted. "Ha! Kid, when you beat up a yeti-" "Fridgimon," Commandramon corrected. "Whatever," Clancy shrugged. "When you beat up a Fridgimon with a club and knock out a an agitated living cactus in a boxing match, you come tell me about experience Oh, and hey random old man..." Clancy said, nodding to the old man who greeted him. "Anyway, why do I think my government contacts will listen to you? They've been studying these things ever since they captured one of 'em a year ago!"
"No, you imbecile!" Pharell shouted, ducking under the javelin. "This message is about the fate of the worlds! If I don't reach the Ultimate Organization in time, the U.P.A will endanger the whole damn Sora, Dark, and Ulfire systems. And then some! Y'know what? Just hurry up and take off!"
"I hope you realize this means war," Clancy said."Commandramon!" "Yes sir!" Commandramon stated, leapig over the jeep he was sitting in to face Mikeru and Guilmon. "You're both under arrrst! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "Yeah, I'll call my government contacts," Clancy said. "Then they'll send you and Barney over there behind bars for...reasons I can't quite disclose yet. It's an archeologist thing."
"You don't have much of a choice, sir!" Pharell said. "It's either me or the Ulfire guards. And I can guarantee you, they won't be as friendly as I am. Now, give me the ship. I have an important message to carry out."
"Woah, woah, woah there," Clancy said, scratching the back of his head. "I'm afraid I can't do that. See, all of my faithful viewers are gonna br disapointed. I mean, I didn't even get the ice lion...But the giant pigs? And the sabre-toothe? All of that was outrageous! Besides, it's not like it'll be the first time my viewer's have seen these, 'digimon'. All of the monsters I've beaten up on tv were 'digimon'. I already have this sorta contract with the governmnet anyway, so long story short...No camera for you." As Clancy spoke, Commandramon fiddled with the camera...
"Sorry, folks!" Pharell said, pointing his blaster rifle at Darxess. "I'm going to have to take this vessel as my own. If you leave me alone, I might decide not to throw you overboard."
"Crap," Pharell muttered, pushing his way out of the ship's now crushed door. The other ship seemed to be made out of sterner stuff, so Pharell decided to 'borrow' it from it's owner. Pharell used a lock pick to quickly get in. Pulling a blaster rifle out, he prepared to comandeer the ship from it's occupants.
"Sir, I smell trouble!" Commandramon said, hearing Mikeru's words. "With a capital D," Clancy said. "D, General?" commandramon asked. "D for dinosaur," Clancy said. "Of course..." Commandramon said, chuckling to himself.
OOC: You can still call him Darxess in the thread...For the sake of continiuity... BICL Pharell overheard this and sprang into action. He immediately leaped off of the ship's hull and proceeded to enter the ship Skinnar had just stolen from him. Taking off, quickly, not caring how much attention was drawn to him, he sped out of the base...Ramming into a ship containin a man and an Orb. OOC: Pharell, Orb, and Durgan/Darxess team up begins now!
