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 Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:27 pm
((Hm, should we wait for someone else or should we keep plowing ahead? I can do either.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:53 pm
((Eh. I could do with some good, old-fashioned Mortal Kombat.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:02 pm
((Pardon my stupidity, but I'm not catching your point.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:09 pm
((Haha. Some one-on-one combat is perfect for passing the time. In fact, right now, I'm rereading the original fight with Helmsborough to find a weakness. And it's cool.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:23 pm
((Hoho, if you'll recall, Paul is carrying a Molotov Crabtail that phases. There's your weakness - I'm thinking of perhaps having him do something stupid, like walk up to about half a foot away and break it over his skull.))
The fireballs erupted right next to James as he tumbled out of control, and in consternation he pushed the roll faster, keeping the move going until he reached a row of benches. Concealment, not cover, but it would do it. It gave him time to get back to his feet and check on Joe's position. Once he had a fix, he started imbueing ammo with the fire-flak property, set the gun to single-fire, and started popping off shots more accurately than before. After about six or seven, he dove back behind the benches and started moving from his crouched position, looking for a better angle.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <7>/11/6/1 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 90%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
George England(Two):
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 81%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9/2 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 81%
P90: <25>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/39/31 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:28 pm
((Bwaa ha ha! That would kick a**! whee
But I'm talking about stuff that I can do. You've got that and your rifle, Siber has his phase knife and shield...even Sam can use Annihilation. I'm, like...I dunno lol. I need to find something to tip the scales.))
Joe waved his hand, the wind whipping up. The bullets were directed to the wall by a powerful jetstream.
Joe ran forward, keeping up a steady volley of flames.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:56 pm
James' shots flew at the MIB with the sword. His arms flicked and-
No. That wasn't possible. Nobody could block a bullet with a sword. That wasn't possible.
But it was, evidently - with a phase sword. Manipulating several dimensions of currents disrupted their magic and the blade moved at speeds no mundane human should've been able to manage. Two enormous leaping strides brought him into a lunge, slicing effortlessly through James' concealment and spinning into a horizontal slash.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 8:00 pm
Joe swung his arm wide, spraying a few fireballs as he kept from blasting the MIB. With a shrug, he went into a support role.
He ran to behind the MIB, then rolled to the side and sprayed a jet of fire at James, trying to keep him pinned between the MIB and the fire.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 9:14 pm
Siber felt his opening more than saw it as Vladimir began messing with elements and temperatures to solidify his position. He had been scurrying around the pillar, really not having any sort of wild combat tactics that would work too well, but this was as good a chance as he would get. You ready for this?
Just don't get yourself shot.
Pulling Raj, the panda, into being, he waited until it had appeared over the magical signal that had been released, stepped from cover, and whipped his venom-imbued knife out at it before scrambling back out of sight. The blade was guided by a sort of tracking signal on the panda, and Raj clawed over Vlad's visage until the moment the knife would have touched him, then decided to have his own fun riding Joe's fireballs after James.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 5:42 am
James yelped, kicked off one of the chairs, and went flying down the aisle on his back. This time, though, he didn't shoot; he'd learned his lesson. Instead he flicked fireballs from his left hand, and they spun in at the MIB until - Joe's cover fire torched him again. The glass eyepieces on his mask now were broken as well; they'd taken far too much abuse. He slid through the flames, now on fire, but still rather unconcerned; bones didn't burn well without enough fuel to consume them. He was concerned about his ammo exploding, however, so he evoked a little water magic into putting himself out. In his distraction, however, he found the MIB was nearly upon him, and this created troubles. Again James set off sprinting, very, very fast, this time vaulting over chairs, ducking behind pillars - anything to throw Joe off and to lose the MIB.
Vlad, meanwhile, discovered he now had a knife hanging loosely from the side of his balaclava and partially penetrating his skull. This was unamusing; both in the way that it just wasn't that funny to him, and in the way that Siber had almost hit his soul. In something of a panic, he'd shifted the focal connection point to his sternum while the knife had entered, but once that was done, he ceased to concern himself over it and sent the focal point back up to his head. Obviously, his hiding place wasn't working; the knife exploded into flames and he began to slide down the pillar, until he pulled the knife loose, upon which he dropped down the pillar. Before he did, though, he finished the job of melting his glove by grabbing a handful of molten steel slag, forming it more tightly with air, then throwing it at Siber's hiding position.
Outside, another car pulled up, again slamming into Paul's Taurus. Steven and George jumped out, checking their SCAR and G36C respectively, before turning to the building and making for the entrance.
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Paul began to take up a post of observation more than combat. He was having issues with full mobility, and was as much as possible avoiding the fighting. The less attention he drew to himself in the wounded state, the better. He was rather confident so far in his compatriot's abilities, however. None of them were hurt at all, and the two necromantic creations were well and good on the run, trying to prevent their bones from being blasted apart. When Fyrin got here, though... what would happen? Would everyone be able to handle him?
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <7>/11/6/1 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 90%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
George England(Two):
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 75%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9/2 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 77%
P90: <25>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/39/31 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
((Ha - Joe, all you got is a djinni who turns you white and flamy and amazing. Such that you can fight a shield. You've got a frontal conflict option at least. We have dodgy ideas, like breaking a Molotov Crabtail over Helmsborough's skull from about eighteen inches away. Which creates problems in the very short run.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 12:06 pm
((Just looked up some grenade stats, for fun... most frag grenades have a 30-45 m. casualty radius, which I sure as heck didn't know and will pay attention to from now on. Just in case any of you were interested.))
Siber let out a strained 'agh' and withdrew from the direction of the strike, holding his wrist and keeping his other knife gripped tight as part of his hand charred on "contact" with the metal. Though the physical stuff was fairly swiftly rebuffed, the shield didn't guard against the massive temperature change, so his only clue that Vladimir had jumped down came from his Ajna as he spun away from the source of the pain. The druidically-engineered poison would be spreading quickly through Vladimir's system after numbing the side of his face and would work its way both through the bloodstream and intercellular fluid. It was not enough to stop his heart, but since the blade had actually lodged within him, assuming anything resembling human systems within Vladimir, a comatose state would occur fairly shortly.
Anaeris went to work healing the hand, but it was slow work. In the meantime, Siber grit his teeth and turned back around, keeping eyes out for the attackers.
What Paul had said finally registered.
"Fyrin?!" Siber yelled out. "I thought he and we were involved in an enemy-of-my-enemy-is-my-friend deal!"
He briefly considered asking the Dreamshell for help, but then decided against it. This was life-threatening, yes, but there was a definite point at which he needed to fall back to any kind of last resort. Those kinds of resorts had higher fees than he was willing to pay for a third time.
Meanwhile, Raj had managed to catch up with James and was drawing the projectiles aimed at him with a tracking signal. Spying another frag grenade, the panda crawled over James' shoulder lightening-quick and pulled the pin before fading out, leaving Siber with half a cache of energy to convert over to summoning Centauri if need be. Or at least, if need be after Anaeris finished her job.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 12:29 pm
((Hmm. Touche, although that's not of much use against someone of equal strength, such as Helmsborough. Plus he has hella more experience.))
Joe shrugged and took off after James, trying his hardest to keep him in sight. It wasn't wasy.
He mostly used Wind to keep tabs on him, his focus slipping a little. He drew Fire together and blasted it off after James.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 12:39 pm
((BTW, Siber, poisoned knife - fine idea, if Vladimir had any flesh left. He's a skeleton in an air-magic-filled suit, essentially.
30-45 m casualty radius indeed. Cool.
Ha.))
Vlad stopped. He had just ripped the knife clear of his cranium, and was now preparing to go and use it on whoever had attacked him with it, but this someone claimed to have been at a cease-fire with Fyrin? "Hold up!" he shouted, considered for a moment about backing out of this idea, then shook his head. Steven and George would be here soon; if this went wrong, they'd give him the cover fire he needed. In the meantime, the link they shared through Fyrin would be enough to tell them that something non-combative was up. Unzipping and unbuckling the vest with the grenades and ammo, Vladimir tossed it out into the center of the hall. Next came the AK, and finally the 1911 he'd been carrying. So disarmed, Vlad pulled off the gas mask, revealing the grinning skull behind it. Hands in the air, he stepped out from behind the pillar. "You had better not be lying about Fyrin, man, or I will make sure bad things happen to you," Vlad threatened to Siber.
James saw the pin go, but he was grateful the grenade was still partially in his jacket; the spoon caught long enough for his hand to go to it and throw it as far as possible. It went across the hall, detonating amidst the benches on the far side and absolutely destroying at least one row. James, however, was similarly linked by Fyrin's necromantic spell; he felt Vladimir's change from combat aggression to something far less... murderous. It took only a moment for Siber's shout to resonate through his ears, and for him to understand Vlad's change in behavior. When he did, he did the same as Vladimir had, tossing away all his firearms and beginning to unzip the vest and get the grenades away from him. At least if things went bad he could evoke his way to his guns.
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Just outside the entrance, Steve and George felt both James and Vlad change emotionally. They both stopped, taking a position on either side of the glass door. Neither made a move; then Steven spoke. "Do you think... are they making peace with Legion?"
"Impossible," George responded. "There's something decidedly different going on. They're not surrendering, either; they know we're here, and Fyrin's coming. So... peace? How's that possible."
"Only one way," Steven responded. "Hunters. They could be Hunters, somehow. Warlock Hunters who are Warlocks. It makes very little sense but it's not impossible, and if that's the truth... we might have found an ally."
George nodded slightly. "Well... let's see. Fyrin will be here soon."
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Paul stared at this sudden change in behavior, but reacted properly; although the MIBs were probably at it too, he wanted the AK. He liked the AK, and he could sure use some frags. This kept in mind, he sprinted out, holstered his pistol, grabbed the AK and the vest, and began to back away. He kept the AK trained on Vlad with one hand, just in case, although it looked like the skeleton wasn't up to anything. Except taking off his mask. Oddly, Paul thought for a second that the skull's eyesockets were pressed downward, like eyebrows were pushing down from above. He blinked, focused. It was gone. He blinked again and it was back until he tried to spot it, and then he understood. He was seeing the facial expression give to an undead by its soul. All he could think was that it was extremely weird that that was the best they could come up with.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9/2 (Magnifying Ammo)
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <7>/11/6/1 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 90%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
George England(Two):
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 75%
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 77%
P90: <25>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/39/31 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 1:23 pm
((Right, right... I've lost track of how many of these guys still have working bodily fluids; my bad. Venom and I never defined that poison too well... I'll need to ask him to what extent magic is employed, or if it's strictly biological.
Also, reminder, because I just had to go back and remind myself... I don't think many of the Hunters know any names, because I don't recall any names ever being exchanged. I may have just missed it, though; Siber certainly doesn't know anyone except through Keldan.))
Siber froze, quickly shifting his strained mindset as the pain gradually left him so he could take a deep breath and pretend he hadn't almost lost a hand. His eyes flicked back and forth from assailant to assailant. He saw Sam standing behind James, one hand keeping the enemy at the pointy end of the sword and the other ready to cast if need be.
Nice 'nade.
Thanks!
Siber finally straightened into his general bard's stance, the knife dangling loosely by his side, and licked his dry lips. He knew his wary glances would be interpreted as innate nervousness from the tensity of the situation. "What I'm going to initiate here is an exercise in trust," he started with a smile. "I trust you to not to kill me when I reach my hand out for you to hand me my knife back, and you trust me to not cut your arm off with the one I have. Once I have a clear picture of whether or not you're psychotic, we'll talk politics." Such a swift discarding of weapons had not convinced Siber of any sort of mental stability. Not only that, but he needed time to figure out how best to speak in this situation. Keldan knew Fyrin, but Siber only had spoken to Renard, and had never gotten a name. There was no proof, though.
Keldan hemmed.
Their two minds began racing for how to fend off questions until someone else offered corroborating evidence. Hopefully, while their minds sifted through possibilities, sprinting across and between them like deer navigating tremendous spiderwebs, one of the others would either come up with something definite or at least stall for time.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 1:27 pm
((Ha - I'm in the middle of school, and my browser was just sitting on Resurrection. It's been like half an hour since I hit the refresh button, so I have no idea what your post was about, Siber.))
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