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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 7:55 pm
Colin would stare down the barrel of the newly named Ryke. That didn't look like it would be doing anything good for him anytime soon, like spew out chocolate. Without hesitation, he'd answer.
Kitten Hats.
Was that British? No, it was Irish. Wait...
His accent, a fusion between both UK dialects, was just loud enough over pews and taps and vibrating axes to reach the woman's ears.
And, just over her shoulder, in the warehouse, the red light of a charging zombeam grew in size. Swiftly pulling his gun up to his shoulder, he'd look through his red-dot scope and, after taking a step to the side, fired.
taptaptap. taptaptap. taptaptap. taptaptap.
The bullets would zip towards the Spider-Zombie Man, more than likely going wide and tearing through aluminum instead of cyborg a**. Either way, Rock Arm would hear it and get a good heads up.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:01 pm
The shock of getting shot at had upset the avatar's concentration, and he'd simply run after the robot without resuming his 'radar' checks once more. And it'd gone - he'd lost it. At least, that's what he thought, until he heard the faint whir of mechanisms at work, and that strangely distinct 'charging' sound that those sci-fi lasers always used to make.
He turned up to see the robot poised Exorcist-style against the ceiling/wall, a red glow welling up in its mechanical throat.
"Don't think so!" the half-golem yelled as he threw his left hand back over his shoulder, eyes shining brilliantly - those black pupils that were more like a root network across his irises and sclera twisting and churning violently - as he focused his own body's energy into his left fist and swung it across. With a brief burst of light Shouyin would backhand the robot's mouth blast, an explosion ringing out to his left as the ball collided with an errant crate. Then, raising his left fist once more, Shouyin would make one of those 'come hither' motions with his index and middle fingers, using his elemental control to forcefully pry the robot off the wall, and bring it down at his knees.
Cue a raise up of the axe in his right hand, and an executioner's blow to the back of the machine's neck.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:18 pm
While the other robots were being dispatched, he moved over to the one he had slain and kicked it over with his foot. Shrugging after receiving dramatic response as a result of the moment; if they were playing along the rules of horror movies still, Spooky was going to assume it was dead for good. After walking away from the 'corpse' the soldier moved into the warehouse towards the much larger and also disabled Spider Walker. He lit himself a new cigarette and began to suck on the thing like it was a tit, these things were his life essence pretty much. He walked around the thing several times, examining it for any distinctive marks, logos, or symbols. Removing/marring any that he found beyond recognition he slid over to the cab where the initial zombie robots had been dun birfed from. Examining the inside, he came to the conclusion that it needed to be destroyed before the slight chance of backwards engineering could come along. The only way in his arsenal to do that was with the most obvious thing in his arsenal: the gun and then the Willie Pete.
Spooky emptied an entire magazine into the cab from a few yards away to lower the odds of bullets bouncing back and potentially harming him. When he finished, the soldier tossed it into the cab and pulled the spoon on one of his WP incendiary grenades.
"WP tossed."
The soldier murmured around Djarum and tossed it inside before walking away, still smoking. Seconds later a great cloud of white smoke began to move up from the cab, melting the guts of the machine to their base components in one great slurry of metal and whatever else made it up. White Phosphorus had a tendency to do that.
He mouthed over his headset to the others.
"Evidence destroyed."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:24 pm
And the robot was forcibly ejected from the wall just in time to be sprayed by bullets. And then fell right into Shouyin's axe, cleaving the head from the body. One part bounced behind him, and the other collapsed right at Shou's feet.
And of course was twitching like mad just before it stoped. And then from complete stillness did another classic horror maneuver lashed out forward and death-gripped both of Shouyin's legs. Behind him the head was doing one last thing, charging a massive mouth blast.
Right before slamming the mouth vent closed.
Seconds after the robot grasped onto Shou the head would explode. It wasn't a huge self-destruct style explosion, but was likely enough to do some damage. Strangely enough if things remained as they would two arms and a body would still be latched onto Shou even after his back was peppered by explosion.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:32 pm
And thus Ebris went tip-toe through the tulips to the building.
He had almost hit Shouyin with his Carnosaur's blasts while trying to nail the robot, but Ebris didn't care too much. Guy could deal, and if not, then yeah - just wasn't up to snuff. Might have felt differently if the guy wasn't a meta, but yeah - everyone knows how deep Ebris' love for metas goes.
Ebris was about to turn the corner where Shouyin had followed the thing into the building when something went BOOM.
"Wut."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:42 pm
Badass.
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Boom. Shouyin had - post-decapitation - done a 180ยบ turn to see where those extra bullets had come from and found who he assumed to be the other latecomer to their squad, the headset having announced his arrival. These guys cut it way too close with those things. Despite his trepidation, the half-golem was at least thankful that there wasn't anybody else actually shooting at -him-.
Of course this was the exact moment the head started charging up another mouth blast.
He brought his arms up instinctively in front of his face, trusting in the stone that was still layering his chest to protect him if things went awry, but then nothing happened. With a sigh of relief he began to lower his arms, but then something happened! And that something was the head blowing up! Shou was just able to protect himself as little bits of head shrapnel wedged in his right arm and chest and he was thrown backwards off his feet, however despite the sudden explosion and his half-delayed reaction, the man came out of it alright.
The avatar whistled low and got back to his feet, then spoke into the headset.
"Two robots down on my part - what's the status?"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:03 pm
((Sorry Red, things died down so I figured I wasn't needed. xd )) RedPyramidThing Colin would stare down the barrel of the newly named Ryke. That didn't look like it would be doing anything good for him anytime soon, like spew out chocolate. Without hesitation, he'd answer.
Kitten Hats.
Was that British? No, it was Irish. Wait...
His accent, a fusion between both UK dialects, was just loud enough over pews and taps and vibrating axes to reach the woman's ears.
And, just over her shoulder, in the warehouse, the red light of a charging zombeam grew in size. Swiftly pulling his gun up to his shoulder, he'd look through his red-dot scope and, after taking a step to the side, fired.
taptaptap. taptaptap. taptaptap. taptaptap.
The bullets would zip towards the Spider-Zombie Man, more than likely going wide and tearing through aluminum instead of cyborg a**. Either way, Rock Arm would hear it and get a good heads up. Ryke furrowed a brow curiously, as the newcomer stared cautiously at the weapon pointed at him, but lucky for him he didn't hesitate and quickly answered.
Kitten Hats
Aww, she was almost disappointed he was on their side. The bounty hunter lowered her weapon and only flinched when he quickly drew his and shot at the mech from over her shoulder.
"What the ********. You're damn lucky you didn't miss. I should shoot your a** for just being late.
Annoyed, once again, her attention was redirected back to the commotion still playing but the rest of the group had it under control and her aid wasn't needed just yet.
Once the first two mechanical critters had been brought down, everything had died down to a dull roar. Damnitt, she wanted something to do. "So what're we doing now?"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:08 pm
"Hey, we're moving out."
That was all Spooky needed to say before waving towards all of them to himself and starting to walk off. Leading the way to a new area that they could go take a break at.
Exit to Silo Dome.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:14 pm
[[It's cool.]]
Colin would shrug, looking back at the woman. She was a very impressive thing, though not a totty. Not by a long shot.
If I'd missed, I'd doubt you'd be talking. And your parachute didn't decide to go rogue on you.
Though that isn't the only thing that slowed him down, it was the biggest. Looking over at the warehouse, the booms and pews had died down, the only thing left was the hiss of white smoke leaving the building. Billowing up, Colin chuckled. It was pointless to be covert now, yet the smoke mixed with that of the fire. No one would ever know that it had happened.
In response to her other question, Colin would shrug off his pack.
I'm getting out of this bloody jacket. ******** hot in here.
Without much care or decency, he'd unzip the PUMA, revealing his very sweaty top. A sheen of sweat covered him, and he'd wipe as much off as he could with the jacket. opening his pack, he'd trade out jacket for shirt, pulling the blood red fabric over his head. Zipping it shut once more, He'd toss the pack over his shoulder, running arms through straps, and would walk towards the others.
To the Silo Dome
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 10:27 pm
And in the midst of all the wreckage, smoke, and steam left in the wake of several machines of death and the men who'd fought both it and each other...
...caught in the lower links of a chain fence, a khaki colored cap fluttered in what little wind there was.
And no one cared.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 10:49 am
 "******** that was close." Bryant stepped closer to the rubble of the building beside them, and toed at one of the bits of stone. "Well, boyo. We survived to live and fight." He dusted at his jacket and walked down the block that barely seemed to have anything in it. It was then he spotted a khaki colored cap, "Hmm...looks not too shabby." And pulled it up and tucked it on his head. "I have a feeling things are about to get worse. You can still pull out if you want."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 10:56 am
Akechi shook his head.
"I haven't even really shot anything yet"
Conservation of ammo was going to get him killed someday.
"Besides," he grunted and stepped over the rubble, sticking close to Bryant (after all, he was the only combat-ready person immediately available to watch him.) "now I'm really curious what would be in Frostchild that'd need so many people and giant robots guarding it."
Akechi wasn't exactly young, but then again, any age compared to Mr. Bryant was probably young.
He holstered his Python and unslung the more conventional SMG for use at a moment's notice.
"Think everybody else is fine?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 10:59 am
 Bryant nodded, "Considering the chatter that's going on the line, I'd say so." He pointed up to his ear where a earbud resting. He pressed a button, and spoke over the line. "Three days. Good to hear everyone is relatively in one piece. Always good to spend someone else's money when you're hale and hearty. Bryant out."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:05 am
"Pretty spry for an old guy" Akechi commented casually as the two moved on, as if the giant mecha and events had been ordinary business.
"You look like you can play Indy in the next movie'or somethin'. Indiana Bryant and the Secret of Frostchild" he joked as he followed the expedition head. The two of them were pretty much isolated for now, but it made Akechi's job a little less confusing. Plus, the confused buzzing in his head was subsiding anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:16 am
 "Good lord, I'm too devious for a straight shooter like Indy. Nice fellow, though. Asks a good price for what he finds." He grinned, it was like he knew the 'real' Indiana Jones. He was either loopy or knew something Akechi didn't. "Although I'm spry, I say we head towards the residencial area and set up shop." he picked up his walkie talkie and spoke into it again. "Three days, Sam. I need to get to where we're going. Base?" he queried, and waited for a reply. "Three days. Easy enough. Go to the Industrial Station and from there go to the Temple Station, then topside to the Temple Square then head north to The Ascended Way. And trust me, they even make us look like paupers with the way they throw their money around. Utopian Society, my pretty round a**.""Good enough for me. Bryant Out." And he slipped the walkie talkie back on the belt. "Let's go, boyo." arrow Industrial Station
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