Subject: Re: About my hardsuit...
From: Robert G Orick
Date: 2/5/1996, 9:29 PM
To: fanfic@andrew.cais.com

On Mon, 5 Feb 1996, Bert Van Vliet wrote:
Allegra(ZAV's residential hardsuit wearer): Weeeell... (brings out a can
opener)
	There's always recycling! ^_^  It's about 5 cents per pound and I'll 
	make a killing with the amount of aluminum you wear!
Zodiak: Keep the helmet for a keepsake...
Allegra: HAI, Oyaji!!

        A rising whine cuts the air as energy begins to seethe in the air
around the silver-armoured battlesuit.  The glowing red eyeslot in his
helmet swivels over to regard the two interlopers, and his shoulder-mounted
cannons swing around.
        "Go ahead, make my day!"  ;)

Allegra(amused smirk on her face, but you can't see it because of her 
	cloth mask.  Her green eyes narrow in hurt.  From somewhere, slow, sad 
	violin music plays): Oh, Skyknight!  Would you hurt little me?  
	Little, 16-year-old, scarred at an early age me? (tears form on her 
	eyes)  I-It's not easy being the youngest member of the Anything-Goes 
	Martial Band...  The secrets that the School is never to know about, 
	the constant attacks by Jody Zodyac, and the constant stares that 
	follow me because of _this_ face.(pulls out a prism and watches the 
	sunlight splash its spectrum over the sidewalk, admiring the simple 
	beauty)  <sigh>  You jerk. (her eyes blaze with purple energy as she 
	tenses and takes to the air.  Her flipping and twisting showering 
	light from her prism.  She lands by the table and tosses the prism 
	at Skyknight)  So... Is this draw or stud poker, and how old do you 
	have to be?  ^.-

		Allegra Octavia.
		Residential Cyberpunk.
		Rhythm guitar for the Band.

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Zodiak: Umm, SkyKnight?  That prism <KABOOM!!> explodes... nevermind...  
	Allegra, that wasn't very nice.
Allegra: BLEH! =P