User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Current Post

Arnout realized that even though her makeup was ruined, and her face twisted with rage and pain, he was looking at beautiful woman. "Tell me, what's your name?" "What? We are in a deadly faceoff, and you want to know my name?" The look of rage on the cheerleaders face turned into surprise. "Well, maybe I just want your number..." Halfway through this sentence, his computer killed the external speakers. "Arnout! What are you doing? You'll just provoke her again." Overriding his computer, Arnout continued on his foolhardy course.

"If I tell you my name, will you tell me yours?" He continued, and lowered one of his arms. The cheerleader produced a tiny smile. "Helene. I'm not telling you more. You can call me Pinkie, if you'd like that more." "My name is ..." Arnout was distracted by Quicksilver coming over his comm, shouting something about something blowing up. But before Arnout could finish his sentence a giant ball of fire completely fried his sensors.

Blind, his visor displaying nothing but white wash, Arnout threw himself over the cheerleader trying to protect her from the heat and debris flying around. "Hey, what are you doing? Get off of me!" In the mean time, several pieces of rock had hit Arnout's back. "Whadya think I'm doing! Trying to protect you from the big flaming ball of fire, and some razor-sharp pieces of metal flying around, that's all!"

"Arnout, I'm rebooting the visual systems. 30 seconds till they are back online. I am also applying measures to avoid this kind of failure in the future." "Thanks, computer. Raise my visor, so I can see something."

Before Arnout could get up, he was lifted up in the air, unable to move. "Hey! What the fuck!?!" Carefully getting up using her good arm, Pinkie got to her feet. "Sorry, Mr. Knight, but I think I'll be taking my leave now. It was nice meeting you." Arnout felt he was being lifted higher in the air. "BITCH! I'll think twice about not killing you next time!"

Instead of being thrown away, Arnout was, much to his surprise, gently lowered to the ground. "Arnout, visual systems are back online." "Good. Turn my visor online." Looking around, Arnout couldn't see the cheerleader anymore. "My name is Arnout!" he whispered to himself.

Shaking it off, he activated his earpiece. "Quicksilver! I have my hands free. Anything that needs a'killin'?"

Arnout aka The Emperors Angel 10:33, 27 July 2011 (UTC)