What the hell are you people doing here wasting time worrying about Cyborg 009 when you could be watching the new Zelda trailer?!
GO HERE NOW!!!
I've been busy writing, going to school, going to tennis practice, mastering Pikmin...and...stuff...
By the way, about Sonic...Have you heard? News broke yesterday at the Game Developer's Conference in San Fran--Shadow the Hedgehog is gettin his own game later this year. Looks interesting. Imagine the Sonic Adventure/Heroes style gameplay set with a grittier environment/story, and add some gunplay to the gameplay.
But seriously, go watch the new Zelda trailer--we're talking about the undisputed MUST OWN game of the year.
But for right now, I'm trying to be more interested in Donkey Kong: Jungle Beat and stuff. Psh. Yea, right. Great game, I'm sure it is...
In another two months, E3 will roll around, and THAT'S when all the happy stuff goes down. Heheh...
Hm? What? Update?
Oh, right, yea...whatever...
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"Where's Starfire?" Raven questioned after glancing at the group before her that was arranged in a circle at the large table in the kitchen.
"She's still in her room," Beastboy mumbled. "Said she'd be down soon."
"It doesn't matter," Robin concluded, his tone serious. "Fill her in later." Raven gave him a quick dagger glare, but he was ignoring her.
"So what's the 411?" Sonic wondered. He was cocked back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table. Sitting at his right, Amy gave Sonic a sharp smack to the head, and he groaned in reply, dropping his body to a more respectable position.
"It's Slade," Robin grimly announced. "It turns out that while we were trying to take care of Killer Moth, he took advantage of the situation and broke into a research institute." Robin drummed his fingers on the table, an aura of anxiety and frustration pulsating from his demeanor. Continuing to frown at the table, Robin added, "He stole part of a prototype armor system that responds to neural activity. He didn't manage to get all of it, and the company wants us to do guard duty tonight."
A few groans erupted from the group, but Robin wasn't backing down.
"I know he'll be there tonight," he explained. "And we need the money, especially since there are so many of us now..."
"What are you talkin' about?" Beatsboy demanded, perplexed. "The city pays us to protect it, right?"
Robin nodded slowly, his eyes narrow.
"They do," Mario agreed. "But we didn't exactly protect it the other night, did we?"
Silenced by the stern words of the one in the red cap, Beastboy's lips moved, but little sound came out.
"I've already agreed to take the job," Robin stated. "If anyone doesn't like it, they can stop eating for a few days or get a different job."
Robin's threat was met by a table of silent Titan with wide eyes. To conclude, Robin annolunced, "At four o'clock, I want everyone outside at the training grounds so we can prepare for tonight. That's it."
After Robin had grumbled out the end of his speech, the room was slowly drained of life as each Titan left to try and ease their minds.
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"So, what was that all about?" Jinx mumbled casually, eyeing a photo on Cyborg's desk. It was one of him and Robin, taken in the garage of the Tower. They were both grinning toothy, foolish grins. A large, robotic hand grasped it firmly and removed it from the girl's skinny fingers.
Cyborg sighed, muttering, "Just a meeting," as he placed the picture back on the shelve where it had been. "We've got some work to take care of tonight."
"What kind of work?"
"Same old," Cyborg answered dully, giving her a suspicious glance. "And you better not even think o' messin' around while we're gone, or you're gonna be canned faster than dogfood."
Jinx scoffed at his threat and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm not gonna go sneaking around," she assured him. "I might leave while I can."
Cyborg shrugged and shook his head.
"Go ahead." He headed toward the door, ready to go play some Gamestation with his friends.
"Hey!" Jinx growled, dashing to his back. "Where are you going?" she demanded, a twinge of panic squeaking through her throat.
"I'm going to hang out with my friends," he informed her, his back still to her. "I guess you wouldn't know what that's like, since you don't have any," he added. Though his tone aimed to puncture her, he smirked, hoping that he could get her to crack. It didn't work this time.
"Wh...Fine!" she spat out as the door to Cyborg's room swished shut. "Who cares?" she grumbled to herself bitterly. "I wouldn't get along with those goodies, anyway..."
As her brain faced a conflict, she folded her arms over her chest and slammed her thin frame into the chair at the desk near the door. She wouldn't admit it, but had enjoyed her time that morning talking with the cyber-teen, and had wanted it to last longer.
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