Impact glanced back at Sable, while he didn't like him so close, he wasn't going to shoo him away because he wasn't sure what sort of things were set up here.

A whirring noise could be heard out of the middle of nowhere, seemingly overhead. Impact glanced up, not seeing anything. He felt uneasy because he didn't know what it was. He made a face and hurried his pace to the door.

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Timbre watched, he didn't want to watch, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scene. "Remember he's just a kid Vigor." he reminded so kindly.

Sable still kept as close as possible, not really minding if that portrayed him as afraid. As far as he was concerned, he'd rather be afraid than dead. Because he found this place to be way too....interesting in that sense.

Meteor kind of picked up his pace to get next to them.


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Vigor rolled his eyes. Like he really needed Timbre telling him Storm was a kid. He knew he was, and he didn't care that he was.

"Of course." He answered anyway.

Was he going to be nicer for that reason? Heck no. He slammed him nearly over backwards against his desk once he'd reached it. He didn't stop there though of course. Rather he proceeded on with it three more times, pulling him back and slamming him down on it again.

Storm's complaints about it were pretty subtle. Not because it didn't hurt, but rather because he'd learned from many other times that whining too much actually tended to get him hurt worse.

Impact stood by the door, once again looking around for the whirring sound. he glared and knocked on the door. Nothing. He knocked a few more times and it practically swing open, nobody was there to greet them. he suspiciously glanced inside, looking behind the door. Nobody? His glare resumed as he glanced back at the other two.

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Timbre approached, nearly gasping. "What the heck are you doing?!" he asked.

"Why isn't your friend NORMAL?" Sable asked quietly. It was more just because he didn't like this awkward silence of not knowingness. His family usually played that part for others, having someone do it to him wasn't nearly as fun.

Even Meteor was a tad bit more serious now. "Maybe we should leave."
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"Isn't it OBVIOUS?" Vigor asked, glancing up for a brief moment with a total unamused look.

Storm tried to glance over at Timbre, whether for help or simply because the zetra was talking, wasn't entirely clear.

Either way Vigor smacked the side of his head, and thus his transmitter rather hard which sent it into a staticy shocky painful mess. He yelped, caught off guard and covered it before trying to huddle himself up somewhat.

Impact blinked. He wanted to leave too. He growled before answering. "We can't leave...and he's...not really my friend." he stepped inside the house to try and encourage the others to follow. Everything from the carpet to the wallpaper was camouflage, decorations were scattered about, zetra statues, military uniforms and guns that were indecipherable if they were real or not were mounted on the walls. Melee weapons were mounted as well, including in cases and just laying on furniture pieces. Sandbags, baskets and ammo boxes littered the floor.

Impact stepped over the stuff, trying to look around. his helmet fins twitched.

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Timbre glared at Vigor. "I'm getting out of here." he stated, taking a few steps for the office door.

(Okay what the heck did I do with Datum? .0.)

"Not friends..." Sable muttered to himself, "Just great..." And yet he couldn't convince himself to turn around. So he continued to follow.

"We shouldn't be in their house..." Meteor added his own opinion as he followed after Sable.

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"Too much for you?" Vigor asked, more of a taunt than anything, "You let me down Timbre, honestly I thought you of all the losers back home would be able to handle what our purpose is...." He held Storm up by his helmet fins, "It's just a Shifter." He let him drop to the floor again before somewhat kicking him, "So that doesn't even really make him a true zetra."

Impact wasn't sure of it himself and therefore didn't need them to make him reconsider as well.

"Just be quiet." he muttered. Still looking around. he took a few more steps, unsure if he should call him or not. "You guys see anything?"

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Timbre growled. A challenge? "I CAN!" he snapped, turning to face Vigor. Not that Vigor specifically stated he couldn't do something. He just...meant he could do it or something.

Sable listened to the being quiet part, Meteor did too actually, although it didn't mean he was any happier. This was all very UNcool as far as he was concerned.

"You told us to be quiet." He complained in regards to the question.

Doing so got him elbowed by Sable to he stifled the accompanying complaint and settled into a glare instead.

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Vigor was clearly amused. He grabbed Storm off the floor again before giving him a rough shove towards Timbre.

"Alright then. Do something." Vigor smirked, yes now he was totally presenting it like a challenge.

Storm somewhat stumbled but gained his footing again and stood, helmet fins down, looking at the floor.

Impact narrowed his eyes at the behavior of Meteor's, but he wasn't looking at him so he did not see Brad would guess.

"Sarge?" he asked cautiously. "Don't kill me Sarge..." he started in a warning tone.

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Timbre's anger caused him to lash out almost immediately with a rather strong sort of jab from his leg. He leaned forward and lifted his foot off the ground so the majority of his shin would slam into Storm. =U

Brad apologized to Storm very much.

Best command ever.
Meteor's helmet fins perked back up as he looked around as if he would suddenly see who they spoke of. He didn't. Big surprise.

Sable looked around likewise but he was more searching for someone to be visible unlike Meteor.


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XDDDDDDDD
Storm was not all that big, so such an attack significantly knocked him off balance and he ended up sitting on the floor. It had hurt of course, Storm always just tried staying as quiet as possible so as not to entice anyone to hurt him moreso. At least that was his experience in dealing with Vigor. He wasn't sure about Timbre.

"Not bad." Vigor stated, sounding neither impressed or condescending.

Above Impact, Sarge waited. He was hanging at the edge of a large cargo net suspended from the ceiling, his camo matched that of the ceiling perfectly. His eyes were nearly closed and his eyelids were also painted the same color. The only thing semi visible was the shotgun he was holding, slightly modified to have four barrels. There were three triggers in the first handhold, the second, further up the barrels, held the fourth trigger. This allowed three shots to be fired with only one hand. It was loaded and ready to fire.

Impact still made his way slowly, trying to distinguish items from another when everything was decked out in that stupid camouflage. "Sarge..." he started, as if this behavior was unacceptable.

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Timbre was still mad. Mad now that he had fallen to Vigor's words, been insulted AND hit Storm now. "This is stupid." he growled.

Crazy being hanging from the ceilings, this is all average in the world of zetri =D XD

Sable was being epic silent, trying to listen for the slightest of sounds around him. Why? This was sending off triggers in his mind of NOT SAFE. So he wanted to be sure he'd have a chance to run or something at least. Besides, what was he armed with? That stupid knife....riiiight. At the moment he wondered if he'd have been better off facing Stygian with the stupid thing than coming here. At least he was related to Stygian, the jerk might value the status of sibling and spare him. This guy? Heck if he knew.

Meteor's thoughts were a lot simpler. Something along the lines of cool set up, could use some barbed wire, and oh yeah, I'm supposed to be being cautious here. So he decided to add his helpful touch.

"We're not British!" He shouted rather loudly, enough that it made Sable's helmet fins perk up and his stance to become rigid.

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"So you keep saying, but only because you're not very good at it."

Storm mumbled something rather quietly in a slight whine about wanting to go outside still, but it was hardly loud enough to be heard.

Vigor was smirking anyway, looking like a total know it all as he approached both Timbre and Storm. Arrogant? Oh yes, he knew he was arrogant, he didn't much mind that it was obvious either. "Now if you're too pathetic to handle is, then go away, but....if you're interested...." He didn't actually finish what the heck he was talking about. Rather he just pulled something out of his pocket that didn't look all that impressive. More like maybe he was gonna go work on a car or something--cept zetras didn't do that.

Storm obviously knew better what it was though, because he got up rather swiftly and tried hiding behind Timbre.

Vigor: Tsshh...if you're interested go fix mah car plz. K thnkx bro bai, me and storm goin' to da park =]

(aha ha ha ha!! Meteor is epic. )

Impact turned. "SHUSH. Just....shut up!" he was being quite loud himself, but he felt it was necessary. "He doesn't like unannounced visitors j-"

He was interrupted by Sarge dropping down, planting his feet on his shoulders and sending him over backward. Sarge's heels were still on Impact's shoulders, effectively pinning him to the floor, while his shotgun was facing in Sable and Meteor's direction. Sarge was not a common zetra. Aside from the camouflage painted on everything except the whites of his eyes, his helmet was very compact, so there would not be very much opportunity for weakness in that area should he get in a fight. His armor was thicker than most, especially in the upper torso area, his legs were a little less armored, but only because he wanted the increased maneuverability. His eyes were yellow, glaring at Sable and Meteor, while his right hand clacked on the three triggers of the first handle of the shotgun. His right hand was hardly more than a skeleton of a frame, it was a pure silver color, shiny, and very thin and spindly. He was moving his fingers one by one, clicking them against their respective triggers.

"Trespassers." he accused.

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(xDDD)

Timbre tried to eye the suspicious item that had been pulled from the pocket.

"What is that?" he demanded to know. He didn't move when Storm hid behind him, though he wished shortly after he had...he wouldn't protect him, especially with a challenge like that from his brother. How could he look weak?

Sable looked rather horrified. After all, wasn't Impact supposed to be the one who was best?

"We're not trespassers!" Meteor was apparently not being very smart nor afraid of the violent weapon pointed at him. He didn't seem frantic at all but rather happy, "We're not British, don't worry!" Yes he was acting like they were great friends, and apparently had remembered only that one statement, Also please note he was saying this all rather fast so it wasn't as drawn out as it seeems >_> , "This place is cool. I think you should add barbed wire but otherwise its really neat. I think we needed to buy stuff from you or someone who lives in your house or something." He was randomly staring off at who knows what in said zetra's house.

Sable on the other hand was like an unmoving unblinking statue.
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Storm could still have his pointless hopes =U He wanted nothing to do with Vigor, his helmet fins were down, pulled close against his head as if that would better hide him, even though he knew Vigor had seen where he went.

"You'll see." Was all he replied with, "If you stay anyway." He turned towards his desk for a moment before glancing back at Timbre, "So if you are, you can bring him over here." What a nicey =) including his brother in his violence =D

Impact growled and gripped Sarge's ankles, one in each hand.

"Get off." he told him.

Sarge scoffed, tilting his head as he initiated a small smile. He ignored Impact and stayed looking at Sable and Meteor. "Better tell him to shut the *swear word =O* up." he warned, nodding down at Impact. "Though it wouldn't hurt if you'd shut up too..." he said, giving Meteor a quick glare.

Impact opened his mouth to speak, but Sarge spoke again, this time at Sable. "You, you're the only one who I ain't seen act like a dumb*bad word for butt. =O* yet." this statement went nowhere, as he didn't lower the gun or anything.

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Timbre tried to glance back at Storm, taking a step forward to see if Storm would move on his own. His face was one of a pained expression, it was clear he didn't want to do it.

Being quiet and telling someone to shut the bleeeep up? That wasn't exactly simultaneously easy, but leave it to Meteor to do so.

He repeated the same exact thing Sarge had just said, but directed at Impact.

Sable was totally sighing about that mentally, couldn't his brother stay quiet for a MOMENT? Couldn't he sense DANGER for that matter. They were probably all doomed but he didn't wanna help that along faster.So he mostly just stared seeing as he wasn't confident enough to move.


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This of course amused Vigor. Because he wasn't so much interested in Timbre having fun as much as he was making him uncomfortable now and challenging him to do otherwise fairly mean things that he wouldn't likely turn down.

Storm took another step to try and stay hidden behind him at first but then obviously decided he wanted to be nowhere near Vigor and instead backed up, still trying to huddle himself up to look as small as possible as he backed up tot he door.

Sarge laughed. "What's the dog think of that huh?" he asked, not bothering to look down at Impact himself.

Impact was glaring and decided to make his move. Using his elbows for support, he attempted to shove Sarge over. He did so, Sarge indeed went to the side, but caught himself with one leg, promptly slamming his other, complete with combat boot, down onto Impact's face. He never trained the shotgun off Sable and Meteor during this and as Ten has come to know it happened very quickly.

A crack could be heard and Impact's legs retracted toward his body as he scrambled to take the boot off, which Sarge removed voluntarily with a smile. He only glanced at Impact, still keeping watch at Sable and Meteor.

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Timbre made a face and his fins twitched. "Now..." he said, as if he were to try and ease the pain, but nothing else came out. He approached Storm, ready to grab his arm or something.

OH DID SHE. XD
"Ow......" Meteor stated as if it had hurt him. It hadn't. He was just making dumb commented.

Sable hadn't got the nerve up to say anything still. He didn't want a boot in his face after all.
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Who is OUTING? =U XDD
........what am I saying? 0_o

Storm cowered down even more, sliding along the door until he was sitting. He frowned as he gazed up at Timbre, he obviously knew there wasn't an escape, but he whined anyway and looked down again.

Impact was not on the floor for long, he jumped to his feet shortly after Meteor's comment. His visor had a crack in it, it wasn't bad, but it was noticeable. He dashed away from Sarge, who's attention focused on Impact now. Impact reached for his rifle, pulling it out and arming at Sarge in less than a second. Sarge aimed his shotgun at Impact now, while also trying to approach a little closer. He ducked and spun, reaching up and grabbing the barrel of Impact's rifle. Impact knew he couldn't fire a shot of like this, so he counter-grabbed the barrel of Sarge's shotgun.

The two were locked in a battle over who could take what gun away from who, within moments knee jabs and headbutts were beginning to appear.

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(I dunno. .0. xDD)

Timbre reluctantly reached down and tried to grasp Storm's arm. "Don't do that." he stated, though what SHOULD Storm do anyway? He didn't know and he felt stupid for saying it.

Sable took a step back. Oh geez, that was a great way to greet people. Should he try leaving? Maybe he should. Maybe he should see if transmitter call could reach Comet. Would Comet even come? Probably not. and if he didhe'd probably be on Sage's side. Maybe he should do something himself? ....or not. He'd just lose and probably make the guy more angry.

"Get him Impact! Get him!" Meteor cheered.

Sorry if there's lots of typos I can't see my screen XD

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Storm didn't object, but he clearly didn't wanna come. The glow around him had tightened into a tiny little border around his armor. He made another quiet whimper about this. Clearly he didn't know what Vigor would do.

"Come on Timbre, it's not like he's gonna bite you." Vigor joked.

Impact and Sarge were still rather locked, though Impact was making efforts to try and get them apart. Sarge was mostly smirking, as if he could take Impact anytime.

"I'm here for business!" Impact growled.

"I don't want no business from you!" Sarge replied back, nearly interrupting Impact with his quick response.

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Timbre yanked Storm in the air and rushed for the door, he lowered his shoulder and smashed through it, heading for the stairs in a rush.

"Try and hold on!" he spoke quickly, taking the stairs three at a time on the way down. He jumped the last 7 in that set and ran through the level he had just entered. AHEM. D=

Timbre slowly brought Storm over. "I know." he growled.

"Okaaaay." Sable said more to Meteor than anyone else, "No business, in that case, I don't see why we need to hang around. We can totally be on our way out of here."

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XDDDDDD OH BWAD |D How dramatic and highly amusing to one Ten.

"Well one certainly wouldn't think that by watching you."

He grabbed a hold of the Storm likewise. Poor the storm, getting grabbed by everyone. Anyway, yes, Vigor had but we must see if Brad allows it and thus ugly small repky.

Impact initiated a spin, which only put Sarge closer to the wall. Sarge's face was still rather calm as he shoved off the wall, causing the two to fall over. Impact let go of Sarge's gun and propelled him over the top. Sarge ended up on his back, still gripping Impact's rifle, while aiming his shotgun at Impact, who was now on one kneee, prepared to stand up. He made a face.

"You don't know skill till you know war, boy." Sarge mocked.

Impact glared at him. "War will train the mind only one style of battle." Impact countered.

Sarge's smile went away for a moment. "You don't know battle improvisation until you know war!" he growled.

Impact smirked. "Then why are you on your back?" he snapped.

"I've still got the advantage." Sarge reminded him with a glare.

Brad made a face at his long winded zetras for not letting Ten speak.

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(Yay. )

Also it is not Brad allowing but Timbre allowing. o.o I am not RPing as Brad sadly. xD

Once Vigor had a hold of Storm, Timbre let go, turning around and heading for the door. "You can try and impress yourself by beating up kids all you want." he stated. "Let me know when you find a real shifter."

har har.

Sable sort of watched this cuz, heck he didn't know what to do now.Well, they'd either all die or all live. Hard telling. "Are you gonna kill my brother? Or me? Or my other brother?" Sable asked quite bluntly, "Because this is kinda taking awhile and if we don't get killed by you we've still gotta chase down our other brother who very well might do the same and well, I'd like to do so before it gets too late."

Meteor chuckled over this, obviously finding his brother's bluntness amusing.

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BAH whatever,.
"You can't be picky with 'Shifters. If you can't stand to watch a kid get hurt, that's your own problem. I tried including you in." Vigor's helmet fins twitched slightly, "Besides, I'm not trying to impress anyone. It's just for fun."

Storm didn't much seem to agree with that logic, he was shaking, and RIGHTFULLY SO for what Vigor intended to do to him that brad still didn't know. C:

Impact made a face this time.

"He's right, this is importan-"

"How important?" Sarge interrupted.

"Might not be important to you, might lead back to you, never know."

Sarge scowled. He wanted a definite answer.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"Ju-" impact started.

"Not you, dog." he nodded his head in Sable's direction, keeping his eyes on Impact the whole time. "Him."

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(SUSPENSE. @_@)

"It's not so much a kid getting hurt." Timbre stated. "It's mostly you."

XDD Isee Impact is not liked >_>

Sable wasn't sure what to say. Every second seemed like dsfhdsjkfks time. Yes that much. His brother should have his transmitter number. They were siblings after all. Maybe he could ask him? Would that take too long? He still tried to look at Impact to see if he’d give him some sort of hint. Was he supposed to be vague? Specific?

“Weapons.” He stated in the meantime, that was vague enough and he thought it was what they had come for.

Meteor looked at him like he’d just passed up the best chance ever >=. Like Hey can we come live here? Or something, but he was just a crazy kid sooo.



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"Uh...huh." Vigor was clearly not convinced, "Yeah...I'm not even gonna pretend to believe that." He grinned, clearly not caring what his brother said much, "Besides, check this out."

Storm frowned, and shut his eyes as he pulled his helmet fins down. Although from a distance one couldn't exactly tell what the heck it was Vigor was doing, it was clear it did not feel good for Storm because after he'd done so Storm cried out quite loudly and attempted to run. Vigor let him that time because he totally had what he wanted.

He held the tiny thing up in the plier like things he had. "They don't call 'um Shapeshifters for nothin'. Don't they have weird armor?" Cuz clearly he couldn't have shown his brother than while still attached to Storm.

(He is not. =) ) (Ha ha Meteor. xDD)

Impact glanced at Sable, weapons, a good answer. He didn't get the hint Sable wanted advice...not like he couldn't ASK. xDD

Sarge smiled, still facing Impact of course. He cautiously rolled off his back, still keeping his hand on Impact's rifle barrel. "Weapons eh?" he asked. "Ohhh there's plenty of those here now aren't there?" he asked, as if Sable had had much time to look around previously.

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Timbre made a face, glancing at Storm with *gasp* some compassion.

"Some challenge." he muttered. "Your skill is gonna go down the drain practicing on someone like that." he scoffed and once again started heading for the door.