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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:50 pm
Skip panicked a bit. He couldn't possibly pry these things off. And why wasn't Emerald awake yet? And.... what was that sound? Of course, Ellisent must have heard that ******** screech. Quickly, Skip needed to wake up Emerald. How? How?!
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:51 pm
Enough laying still. She was ready to get up now. Skip would be in that room. Because if he wasn't then that meant Vixen nearly died for nothing. Which meant death to Skip. She got up and collected herself, making sure she hadn't lost anything in the process. She went over to the bracelet and put it back on her wrist with nearly no trouble. She was progressing without her opposable thumbs quite well. She muttered something resembling some form of gratitude to the bracelet briefly. Going into the room she found Skip huddled around what would be an unconcious Emerald. Ah, so she was in here. Yay for intuitions, or whatever the boy used to find her.
"Want some help?"
Vixen did not really know how to help, and did not want to go through a process of screams tearing through her body to get Emerald out. Though, Emerald would probably die from the blast. Scratch that option if it ever came up. She walked to the chair and began to help Skip look for anything that would prove a weakend point. Rust was kinda weak, wasn't it?
Vixen began to hit the rusted spots as hard and fast as she could. Hopefully something would give.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:53 pm
((Brian))
Wonderful. It's settled, then. They would go up. He looked up the looming chamber. There was no way they were going to climb this thing. The only way would be to go through the elevator. s**t. But, what if Kefka's in there??? ********, NOT AGAIN!!
No. Think. Breathe. Think of your list as a command, Brian. Do you have anything to get you in there? No. But you do have a grappling hook, and 3 pairs of gloves. That's gotta be it, right? Okay. Breathe. You couldn't possibly be breaking protocol. Without a single device to open the elevator cart, you could definitely fight your way out of this one in a court battle. Definitely. You can't be wrong. Go.
He stammered, ready to make his choice. "Uh...guys, I think the only way out is up. W-we can use a few mission-specific items to get us up there, I think...though it may be a tough climb, we can do it. I...think. Listen, a-are you guys ready? I don't want to have to explain myself any more..."
His face flushed. He hated decisions...but this seemed like the only way.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:55 pm
((Team 1))
[Oh God, that's freaking beautiful.]
Vixen slammed the rust, hard. It felt good to hurt things again, no matter if it was metal, flesh or scales. She needed to do some damage. It seemed every hit grew with force and intensity. She was in a blind fury of fists now.
Do or die, right?
<>
[Core=90]
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:58 pm
Kali grit her teeth and clamped her mouth shut. If that last thing was directed at her, she was DEFINATELY going to hit them if they got back. Correction-when, they got back. She was going to live to kick his a**. That was her goal of the day, and such a happy one it was. She took a deep breath and looked at Brian, semi-calmed down.
"Alright. Let's do it. What's the plan?" She asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and looking at him questioningly.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:00 pm
"No-bull!" Spaz replied with a grin, his eyes going crosseyed. "Bull bull bull, MOOOO!!" Dropping to all-fours, Spaz pawed at the ground like the noble Taurus... a '96 Fjord Taurus, to be precise.
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Lovely Oddity rolled 1 100-sided dice:
33
Total: 33 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:01 pm
When was the last time she was so uncontrollable? She could not remember. Relief was washing over her as each time she pounded harder and harder. Just metal, weak and able to be molded. No technology to tell her no. Nothing to stop such blinded rage. Such intense and concentrated demise.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:05 pm
((Brian))
He quickly pushed aside the conflict. For now.
"Well. I'm not sure. I have, in my bag, a grappling hook and three pairs of gloves. The we can climb it to the...oh. s**t. You don't have a..."
He looked down at her missing limb. <********>. ******** ******** ******** ********. What to do?? Think. THINK, DAMNIT! Oh. Wait. Yeah, that might work! He quickly rummaged through his bag, pulling out the synthetic-weave gloves and hook-fitted rope. After he had the supplies set, he turned back to Kali.
"Listen. Stay here. You need to trust me. We're gonna get you out, but first you need to stay here. Got it? I'm gonna climb this rope with Spaz, then we can pull you up if you can hold on tightly enough with your right arm...is that okay?"
He was so wrapped up in this little plan to realize exactly what he was doing.
He was being decisive, for like the first time in his life.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:07 pm
((Team 1))
Well, it did something. But not enough. The rust just hadn't set in yet. If the punching did anything, it was just to push Emerald's limp body around on her little rolling chair...and hurt Vixen's hands. ******** it! ******** it all!
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:09 pm
"Climb?" Spaz suddenly hopped up and saluted the cookie dude. "You got it boss!" In the blink of an eye he leapt up and started scrambling up the elevator cable. About seven seconds later he slid back down rapidly and landed on his back, his hands covered in grease. Apparently there was still some left on the upper part of the wire.
"Ow..."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:16 pm
Skip tried pounding at the rusted spots, as it didn't seem to be working for Vixen. Dammit, why was this happening? Why couldn't he help her? He had made a promise, dammit! He pounded harder and harder, preying for her to wake up.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:32 pm
[Nighty-nights, y'all...gotta love those cliffhangers, eh? No? Ha...well...BYE! *Dashes away* Chainsawwwwww!]
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:37 pm
[PS, Vixen was awarded 500 exp for that destruction.]
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:38 pm
[Sure, leave whilst I'm away.]
Vixen stopped momentarily to observe her hands. What was it those doctors on the lower floors were always worrying about? Tetanus? Oh, well. Nothing to stop her here! Her hands were bloodied even more as she continued to pound on spots that Skip did not. If she ignored the pain, she could actually tell herself that she was enjoying this. Oh, and ignore the fact that Ellisent might have heard the Siren's scream, Emerald could actually be lifeless, and that they all might die soon anyway, and yeah, the beating of the chair was actually quite lovely. No worries, no cares, just the beating of a chair. That kinda had a rhythm.
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