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Brave Police J-Decker: 3 ½ of….Until I run out of ideas~
Yes, this a sequel to Drabble #3, 'cause I thought it was too short and ended weird…BLAH!
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis…you should be able to figure it out~
Drill Boy Drabbles 3.1
KRAKABOOOOM</i>
Drill Boy cursed when a shrapnel bomb went off just inches away, not from him, but from his character. He was playing his combat game again, having become obsessed with finding out who his mystery sniper was. Any and all time off duty he spent in his room either online looking for that guy or training his character to get better equipment and weapons.
He'd bought a headset about a month ago along with vocalization software to make the game more realistic. He'd hoped that guy had done the same thing, and he'd be able to hear his voice. Maybe he would recognize him.
"But first I have to find the dude!" Drill Boy muttered, traipsing through a mine filled canyon. It was late. Really late. The youngling was supposed to be in recharge. He was on shift first thing in the morning. Instead he was online looking for his adversary.
Drill Boy directed his character through swamps, mountains, deserts, and even alien landscapes. He continued to come up empty. Checking his internal chronometer, he decided to go through one more area before calling it quits.
Just outside the door, a pair of optics watched intently. "He isn't stopping until he finds this rival of his." Dekkado mused. He sighed and went to his room.
Drill Boy was beginning to wonder of his rival had stopped playing the combat game. Heaving a sigh, he was about to turn off his game and stop his admittedly foolish obsessive search…until something caught his attention. The glint of a sniper scope. Gasping, Drill Boy dove behind a rock.
Nothing happened. There was no gunfire. Peeking around the rock, Drill Boy saw the player wielding the sniper scope climbing down the canyon walls. "Finally!" He cheered. Rather than just attack him directly, Drill Boy wanted to meet this person, or at least his character. Wanted to know how he got so good at the game!
Running to meet the character as he descended from the cliff face, Drill Boy targeted him and saw his character ID. It read 'Brave Inspector'. Maybe a fan? The young mech mused. "Hey, are you the one who was sniping me a while back?"
Reaching the ground, the other avatar turned to face Drill Boy's avatar. "If I say yes, will you go to bed?"
Drill Boy's jaw dropped. "D…Deh…Dekkado-san!"
"Hai~"
There was a moment of silence followed by, "Why were you shooting at me!?"
"That's the point of the game, isn't it?"
Another moment of silence. "Well…but…that's…Feh!!" Drill Boy typed a command into his controller and a text balloon appeared over his character. It looked something like, '>///<'. He then, signed out and turned off his game. Flopping onto his bed, his last thought before drifting into a very deep recharge was, I wonder if McCrane knows Dekkado's a better shot than he is?
In Dekkado's room, the blue and white robot chuckled as he signed out and turned the power off of the gaming console he'd gotten from Yuuta. Returning to his berth, he had little doubt that he'd be answering many questions from Drill Boy in the morning.
Yes, this a sequel to Drabble #3, 'cause I thought it was too short and ended weird…BLAH!
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis…you should be able to figure it out~
Drill Boy Drabbles 3.1
KRAKABOOOOM</i>
Drill Boy cursed when a shrapnel bomb went off just inches away, not from him, but from his character. He was playing his combat game again, having become obsessed with finding out who his mystery sniper was. Any and all time off duty he spent in his room either online looking for that guy or training his character to get better equipment and weapons.
He'd bought a headset about a month ago along with vocalization software to make the game more realistic. He'd hoped that guy had done the same thing, and he'd be able to hear his voice. Maybe he would recognize him.
"But first I have to find the dude!" Drill Boy muttered, traipsing through a mine filled canyon. It was late. Really late. The youngling was supposed to be in recharge. He was on shift first thing in the morning. Instead he was online looking for his adversary.
Drill Boy directed his character through swamps, mountains, deserts, and even alien landscapes. He continued to come up empty. Checking his internal chronometer, he decided to go through one more area before calling it quits.
Just outside the door, a pair of optics watched intently. "He isn't stopping until he finds this rival of his." Dekkado mused. He sighed and went to his room.
Drill Boy was beginning to wonder of his rival had stopped playing the combat game. Heaving a sigh, he was about to turn off his game and stop his admittedly foolish obsessive search…until something caught his attention. The glint of a sniper scope. Gasping, Drill Boy dove behind a rock.
Nothing happened. There was no gunfire. Peeking around the rock, Drill Boy saw the player wielding the sniper scope climbing down the canyon walls. "Finally!" He cheered. Rather than just attack him directly, Drill Boy wanted to meet this person, or at least his character. Wanted to know how he got so good at the game!
Running to meet the character as he descended from the cliff face, Drill Boy targeted him and saw his character ID. It read 'Brave Inspector'. Maybe a fan? The young mech mused. "Hey, are you the one who was sniping me a while back?"
Reaching the ground, the other avatar turned to face Drill Boy's avatar. "If I say yes, will you go to bed?"
Drill Boy's jaw dropped. "D…Deh…Dekkado-san!"
"Hai~"
There was a moment of silence followed by, "Why were you shooting at me!?"
"That's the point of the game, isn't it?"
Another moment of silence. "Well…but…that's…Feh!!" Drill Boy typed a command into his controller and a text balloon appeared over his character. It looked something like, '>///<'. He then, signed out and turned off his game. Flopping onto his bed, his last thought before drifting into a very deep recharge was, I wonder if McCrane knows Dekkado's a better shot than he is?
In Dekkado's room, the blue and white robot chuckled as he signed out and turned the power off of the gaming console he'd gotten from Yuuta. Returning to his berth, he had little doubt that he'd be answering many questions from Drill Boy in the morning.
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So Deckerd is the sniper. Sorry I write Deckerd like that