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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 5:43 pm
There was almost absolute silence. Except Vixen heard a little muffled whining sound. Might be her stomach. She turned around and looked for Skip, who was nowhere to be seen. Guess he was ready. She put her hands back on the door and shouted to the bracelet, (which was the only thing that could hear anything anyway).
"Hey, I'm ready! Do your thing, I suppose."
That did not sound very confident. Oh, well, one can only do so much for another, and she was testing her limits by actually following directions and not killing anything. Ah, the door was going to be destroyed. Death the door, to evil technology. Destruction and decay. When did this thing start?
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 5:54 pm
"Brian you douche!!" She jumped up, and glared at him angrily. "I want to know what's going on here god damn it!! I don't want to die because you can't make a ******** decision and won't tell me why we're here!!" She was pretty mad now, but not mad enough to slap him or anything. However, she was damn well getting close, and him ignoring her Reeeeeally wasn't helping. "If you want my ******** help I want to know what you know, because I'm not gonna do anything unless you tell me! and you've told him more than me, and he's he guy who's chewing his toe-nails off!!" So maybe she was slightly jealous that he had been told why he was making the decision. Just a little. She crossed her arms and glared evilly at Brian.
"So stop being a dink and tell me."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:03 pm
((Vixen))
Pain. Lots and lots of PAIN.
SCCCCCRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCC
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sound ripped through her pores, her skin, her palms, her feet, her hair...but not her mouth. The shrill cry was deafening; it sent a massive shockwave throughout the entire hallway. Lights faltered, electric appliances snapped and whirred. Her teeth chattered - nay, her body chattered. The sound kept coming out.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
It was like a humongous static filling her being; deafening, numbing, cold and mind-blowingly, rediculously painful, the sound drained every ounce of energy out of her body. She felt her blood thin, her bones sucked dry of their marrow, their life.
Tears began to stream down her face as the floor and walls all began to ripple. They fluctuated, all to a certain, yet similar waveform. The screeching did not stop. The room pulsated. The world seemed to pulsate. And so did Vixen.
Her fingernails had split with power. Blood ran down her hands, staining them a beautiful, warrish red. She felt as if she was going to die. In fact, her heart rate sped up. Her chest tightened, her left arm straining as the pulsing grew larger and quicker, ripping through the now cracking walls.
And, just at her breaking point, the stiff steel door, with one tremendous, probably 1-foot tall wave, snapped in half, searing hot metal inches from Vixen's face. Thankfully, it had exploded inward, sending shrapnel into the opposing wall. She had done it! She ******** done it..
The screaming finally stopped as Vixen used her last portion of strength. She was not dead, but she might as well have been. Falling lifeless to the floor, she was a heroine, like it or not...
A heroine. Not something she'd exactly heard every day...
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:07 pm
((Brian))
Waiting for Spaz to answer, he calmly corrected the furious recruit.
"Actually, I know absolutely nothing. I'll find out what the mission is, exactly, when you do. So don't push it."
He fixed his hair. God, it was probably a mess...why didn't he bring a mirror? Then he could just keep her quiet with his, you know, boyish good looks cool .
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:15 pm
Kali waited about one second after he responded, then her left hand snapped out and smacked him upside the head. Not that he could see it, since it wasn't really there, but if she could pick up a newspaper with it, she could slap the s**t out of someone too. She glared at him.
"Who the HELL goes on a mission, or whatever this is, without knowing what it's for!?!" All she really wanted to know was why they were there, and if he didn't know that, well he had just classed himself under idiot, right beside her parents. She was probably pushing it, like he'd told her not to, but she didn't care. She was gonna push until he gave her what she wanted!!!
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:19 pm
Skip stayed huddled for several seconds after it happened. He wondered if he was dead. After a few more seconds, he opened his eyes. It looked like it was over. Tentatively, he got up, and ventured over to the door. He was shocked to see the door completely gone. She did it! And... she was currently on the ground. Oh ********... please don't let her be dead. He rushed over to her, shouting "Vixen!" No response. But she wasn't dead. "Hold on Vixen!" he shouted. "I'll go get Emerald! In the meantime..." He took two leaves, and tried to force them down Vixen's throat. Good enough.
Finally, he leapt to his feet, and dove into the room! "EMERALD!" he shouted, as he crashed to the floor. He got up, and desperately searched for her.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:31 pm
((Brian))
He now turned completely away from Spaz, a little piqued at this point.
"Okay. NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE is allowed to know the details of their mission until HQ sends them orders. Predictive magic is something that cannot be messed up...the whole fabric of, well, everything could be messed up. You, me, him...we all could die! Do you want that? Thought not."
God, was he hot when he argued. Of course, he couldn't see himself, but he just knew it. Ooohhhh yeahhhh.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:32 pm
'Damn Skip and his whimsical needs.'
He comes over, yells at her, and stuffs leaves down her throat when she was trying to have a nap. After all, she was exhausted. She lost both her thumbs, had a bloodbath, turned invisible thanks to Skip, threw herself against a steel door, and then completely destroyed the steel door with a Siren's powers. The least anyone could do for her was let her rest for a little. Ah, sleep would feel so good. Real sleep, not the lull between ultimate power and normal restoration. Oh, wait, this was Vixen. She needed to pull herself together. Future mass murderers did not complain about how much sleep they needed. They went about their own tasks and then planned more nightmarish things.
The leaves were awfully dry in her throat. She tried to chew and attempted to swallow, but ended up gagging on them. She needed some water. Yeah, something wet to get these horrendous things down. But where did Skip go?
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:35 pm
((Skip))
He entered the camera-and-telescreen-filled room to come across a large metal chair. On it...was...EMERALD!!!! Passed out and sickly, her matted green hair draped over her entire body. She was clamped to her hellish seat by something that rivaled the jaws of life. Where it met her skin, black and blue abrasions were covered with fresh blood, causing the black metal to rust. She was unconscious, at the very best. All of the telescreens were cracked and buzzing, shooting a few intermittent sparks. Obviously an aftereffect of Vixen's shockwave...
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:36 pm
"Like I said before, WHO GOES SOMEWHERE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY?!!!!" She shouted, clenching her fists. "What kind of moron are you?! For all you know you could be going to do something stupid and retarded, not that you'd know the difference of what you usually do!"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:39 pm
Skip looked around frantically. He took two leaves, and put them in Emerald's mouth. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't do much. He frantically looked for locks on her restraints, so he could use his lock pick. "I'm here, Emerald, I came for you!" he said, comfortingly, though he said it so that he himself to have comfort.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:44 pm
((Ellisent))
1,001...1,002...1,003...
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....
What the ********!? An earsplitting screech emanated from the floor below him. Sitting up from his situp routine, Ellisent mopped his body with his shirt, looking around his bedroom. That sound...the only thing that could have made that sound was...Siren...
Which meant she was hurt. ********. Time to move, Ellisent.
His abs hurt, but the pain was as pleasure in Ellisent's twisted mind. Grabbing his .45 Magnum without bothering to put on his coat, he dashed out of his chambers, and down the hall to the crawl shaft. Lifting the plate cover, he slid down the pipe-ridden maintenance space, quickly landing in a decrepit stall in the bathroom on Floor 9. He kicked the door off its hinges, slamming it against the opposing mirror.
Speaking of mirrors, his situp routine was working quite well! He paused to check out his newly slimmed figure, making a couple of manly poses. Mother would have l-l-loved them....
Shuddering, he cracked his neck and knuckles. Time to get back on track and play with his new friends.
He slowly opened the door. Empty, circular hallway. Guess he'd just have to do some rounds, then.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:46 pm
((Skip))
There were no locks. The only way to get it off of her was by prying it off. Destroying it would work too...but he wasn't sure that, given his and Vixen's current states, it would work very well...
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:48 pm
"Shush!" Spaz had finally gotten tired of chewing on his extremities and now held a finger up to his lips. "No point in arguing! I says there's nothing down there," He pointed downwards, "...and I isn't going back down. Only way is up, or stay here and yell."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:48 pm
((Brian))
His jaw stiffened. Turning back to Spaz, he spoke his final words.
"It's for the good of the Resistance. We give our lives so that other Lonarians can live. It's our duty as the fallen and overpriviledged to help our kinsmen, this planet, and the people of Earth. It's called being noble."
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