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 Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:04 pm
The man cried out and punched feebly at Blaine's hand, unable to get the sticker off his face, and thus unable to see.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:05 pm
Blaine threw the man to the ground and pounced on top of him, attempting to subdue him as best he could.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:07 pm
Anatoly cursed as he rolled with the blow, reorienting himself as he put his phone back in his pocket. He glared at the man. Why the hell had they been sent into the reach of a madman. Anatoly didn't know, and at this moment, he didn't care.
This man had hit him in the head, and he was pissed. He pulled the Ice Mysticker from his wallet, felt a little of its power. He placed it on the palm of his hand and activated it with his thumb, gingerly, feeling the flow of its power.
I am a conduit, like any inanimate object, he thought to himself. I am simply a path the power follows.
Icy pyramidal knuckle-casing formed on the two strong knuckles on his right hand. He walked in a fighting stance towards the seemingly crazed man and lunged into a powerful punch at the man's skull.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:08 pm
The man cried out and struggled as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard. He clenched his eyes shut tight, trying to block out the light that was incapacitating him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:17 pm
((lol it's okai, it kinda worked because i had to eat dinner and stuff and i wouldn't be able to fight anyways. haha))
Everything was so, blurry. All Emma could see were figures dancing about her eyes, not sure who was who. Dammit, she thought as she slumped to the ground, staring ahead of her blankly. She used sounds to listen to the fight, hoping that she would be able to tell if her new stranger friends were winning or not. I hope this blindness thing wears out soon, Emma mused as she set her wakeboard across her lap and leaned against the wall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:22 pm
((Well, since you didn't say anything about it....))
Anatoly, on his knees after his successful first strike to the man's skull, decided to apply a variant of what he'd thought of doing to Firehands earlier.
He swiped the man's light Mysticker to activate it to its full extent.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:30 pm
((Jeez...all that Blazer stuff we talked about is suuuuuuure evident...))
The man hacked in agony and twitched, thrashing sporadically. He definitely seemed to be in pain.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:34 pm
((No, I meant you never resolved the punch-to-the-skull.))
"Roll him over. I say we get his face to the ground and interrogate him while someone keeps watch for any buddies he might have," Anatoly suggested.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:39 pm
((Oh, I know, I know. But I'm talking about our little discussion...))
"That won't be necessary."
Dim lights came on as the door behind them opened. Somehow, they had wandered nearly 50 feet from the door. Standing, highlighted in the frame, was Osiris. "Come on out," he said, gesturing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:41 pm
Anatoly glared at him.
"What. The ********. Was that?" Anatoly growled, rubbing his temple where he was struck.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:42 pm
Emma, having gained a tiny bit of her vision back (things were still a bit blurry) stood up to walk towards the light. Using the wall as support, she stumbled to the door and to Osiris. "That was a test, huh?" Emma asked with a pout as she held her wakeboard to her side.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:43 pm
"I'm getting tired of tests that involve me - well, us - getting jumped," was Anatoly's next contribution to the conversation.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 10:30 pm
Emma nodded, agreeing with Anatoly. If this was how it was going to be all the time, and if she kept getting knocked down every time, how was she going to learn her superpowers? She grew starry eyed at the thought of having superpowers but shook her head to dismiss it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 11:33 pm
"Seriously. I hate to say this to you, since you seem to have some sort of promotion or whatever riding on us, but I have to get groceries for the week and if you aren't going to cut this s**t out, I'm leaving," Anatoly declared. He wasn't even angry any more, by the sound of his voice. It was a flat statement, far more annoyed than enraged. "I have an apartment that needs money to pay for its, ah, electricity and water, since I don't have enough cash on hand to splurge for my own home-generator-Mysticker. Every day I spend not doing something productive is a day's wages not earned, another day towards needing more groceries, another day I'm dipping into my savings to pay for my bare essentials when I had hoped to get out of my claustrophobic studio apartment into something with its own separated rooms on that money.
So just tell me now. Should I go get my groceries now and you can, I don't know, call me when the tests are done if you have so much interest in me? Or are we going to stop sending people like him after us?" He nudged the man on the ground none-too-gently with his shoe. "Because if I have to put up with any more of this, I'll just stick with earning my keep in society or whatever instead of going around breaking into factories and police stations for Mystickers or whatever it is you guys do."
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 7:22 am
Another test? Blaine thought, Should've guessed.. While everyone was distracted by Osiris, Blaine bent down and quietly peeled the mysticker from the feeble man's skull, stuffing it in his own pocket and walking up to the two and Osiris, he peeled his own mysticker from his fist and pocketed that as well, "So, what do we do from here?" Blaine asked Osiris.
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