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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:33 pm
Jericho stared back into Riley's eyes. The look she gave didn't phase him all that much but her words sent a chill down his spine. Aside from the malice... there was disappointment. A hefty amount of it as well. That got him more than any of the threats and orders tossed about. Tiamat's s**t, he had messed it up this time around.
In the back of his mind, he was storing thoughts on how to make this up to her later on. There were a few ideas there.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:37 pm
How Junko managed to stay out of the line of fire had been some kind of miracle. Hadn't Riley said not to shoot each other until she said so?! She totally had! So what were they doing?! Where was Riley? How did she not know this was happ--oh, there she wa--OW! Junko winced and put a hand to her head, smacking herself with her gun as she did so. Ow. Now would be a good time to put her helmet on, maybe.
P-put their guns down? Junko had never seen her so angry! She was quick to oblige, gently but quickly putting her gun and her helmet on the ground and standing straight with her hands at her sides. The Mistress smirked. Bul tried to talk sense into her, was yelled at, and She grinned. Junko felt a chill run down her spine, her eyes turning warily toward the back of her head. Please don't do it. Not now of all times..!
The next person who says a SINGLE WORD gets used as our new target.
Oh...this was just too good to pass up. Without missing a beat The Mistress' grin grew wide and she shouted out, as loudly as she could. "OH HO HO! CAREFUL GUYS! LOOKS LIKE THE TENTACLE MONSTER IS MAD~!"
Junko gasped loudly, her hands almost literally flying to the back of her head and her face turning bright, bright red. Oh, Jack! Oh, Jack! Oh, JACK! That had been too quick! She hadn't had time to stop Her! She was dead! DEAD! And it was all Her fault! Horror was as clear as day on the ghoul's face, her heart racing so quickly in her chest it felt ready to explode from her body. She looked damn near ready to cry. Don'thurtmedon'thurtmedon'thurtmedon'thurtmedon'thurtmedon'thurtmedon'thurtmeohJACKI'mSOsorryohJackohJackdon'thurtmePLEASE! she was chanting loudly in her head over and over.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:41 pm
West cringed at the sound of Riley's voice in his head and skidded to a halt, flinging his gun to the ground and turning his furious gaze toward the mindflayer. How dare she interrupt. It wasn't her job to tell him what was enough, not when there was vengeance to be taken on stupid little shits who attacked him without provocation. He ripped his helmet off of his head and tossed it after the gun, raising a fist and stepping forward when...
Who had said that?
The smile that spread across the wrath demon's face was feral and cruel and soon after it appeared, he began to laugh. Oh, this was priceless.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:44 pm
Petro wasn't about to question Lizzy or Riley for that matter. He nodded to the spider demoness, looking uncomfortable wearing this much clothes (though technically armor didn't quite count as clothes), and holding the paintball gun with his finger off the trigger and the muzzle pointed down. He may not have held a gun before but it wasn't too far a stretch for the imagination to figure out which end was deadly. Plus, crossbows had triggers so he knew that much not to touch it. Not while Riley was currently in that mood.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:51 pm
Christof had all but dragged Calder to the supply cart, practically slamming a helmet onto his head and was just handing him the red talisman of protection when that enraged voice filled his skull. He squeaked, dropping the thing into Calder's hands before once again rushing off.
He didn't approach his Mistress, though, hovering by the doorway as though afraid to leave the safety it provided. At least she wasn't shooting Calder at point blank range, and it looked like she had things under control. The question was, was Mistress under control? Immediately he glanced around frantically for Malodore- the sure cure for grumpy Mindflayers. It just needed to use that silver tongue of it's...
He made an anxious whine as Junko's Mistress suddenly gave her cry. Oh... Hell's Bells.
Yes, er. Better to... stay inside. For a bit. Put away the equipment. Yes.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:59 pm
Riley swiveled in place, locking eyes with a red-faced Junko almost immediately. She wouldn't dare - ah.. of course she wouldn't. Junko was lucky Riley understood her condition, but not lucky enough to escape her wrath. Riley hopped inside, grabbing the red cup from Christof's hands just as he tried handing it to Calder, and rushed back out - but not before screaming GET THAT GEAR OFF HIM, HE'S NOT IN MY CLUB.
Then she took the cup, stormed behind Junko, slammed the cup into Mistresses mouth, and picked up Junko's helmet to dump it on the ghoul's head before Mistress could spit it out.
Problem solved.
West was laughing. At least she wasn't going to have to back down on her threat, after all.
Everyone, pick up your weapons. West, you have five seconds to run as far as you can before we all open fire.
Riley's Rage Meter: 95% and rising.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:04 am
Astra thought Riley was just about to explode, but instead she slamed one of the red cup things into the..back of Junko's head? and then ordered everyone to pick up their weapons again and to fire them all at west.
...Did she really want to fire at the red haired demon? He might single her out later on and kick her butt.
But then..did she really want to disobey riley either?
She moved over to her weapon again. Slowly picking up the weapon (Again, having a little trouble using the weapon, but she was getting better at it!) and then after the five seconds were up, took aim with the weapon and fired at west/
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:04 am
Bul's heart virtually stopped when Junko's dear 'friend' spoke so voraciously towards Riley and actually shut his eyes until something happened- but it seemed nothing was going to blow up... well yet.
"...hm?" he then opened them- and a target had been officially declared. Alright, now this was going to be frightfully fun.. that is if it actually was going to be all of them against the familiar red head from the Cove.
Quickly Bul dashed to grab his gun and aimed it at his fellow boil and prepared to pull the trigger.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:05 am
Hearing someone taunt Riley, Jericho closed his eyes and mentally cringed at that. Whoever had said that really wasn't all that wise were they? Turning around, he saw... Junko? He hadn't really encountered Mistress all that much so he was rather confused. That voice didn't sound like the girl's. And to make matter worse, West had burst out laughing at the whole thing.
Crouching down, he went on and picked his gun back up. When the five seconds were up, he started firing away at the wrath demon.
Sorry dude, but really shouldn't go against Riley right now he thought to himself.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:06 am
... They want them to fire at West? She looked at the Wrath demon as she picked up her gun from where she had tossed it on the ground. It was hard to tell if she was just excited about firing the gun, or because she could actually fire it at a live target without getting into trouble.
Fare thee well, boil-who-used-to-dress-like-a-pirate.
She fired, aiming for his head, even if its just to yell 'BOOM, HEADSHOT!' to herself mentally; well, at least he had his helmet to protect him? And its not that she was aiming low so that he would forever have no Father's Day to look forward to.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:07 am
Time stood still for poor Junko as Riley turned on her. Here it comes. Riley was about to succeed where Sarias had failed. She was going to murder Junko in cold blood. Her heart stopped the moment Riley moved, fluttering back to life when she disappeared into the building again. Had she...escaped her wrath?
Apparently not!
"P-Pleasedon'thurtmeI'mSOsorr--" She squeaked and winced as the cup was shoved into Her mouth, though she wasn't nearly as unhappy as She was. She screeched and gargled angrily around the thing in her mouth, about to spit it out when she was blocked by a helmet. Junko stumbled a bit at the sudden weight and strange visor in front of her face before she regained her footing.
That was all? She...she was alive! She was spared the death she had been so sure was coming! Sure, She was trying desperately to pry the helmet of her head but it wasn't working. It was on too firmly. Junko wrestled with her hair a minute to braid whatever was sticking out, managing it just as Riley gave West his only apparent warning. So now she wanted them to open fire on someone? On West of all people? Junko picked up her gun, looking down at it for the little lever Sammy had been telling them about. What did she want to do again? Push it to red?
"We're really going to shoot West?" Not that she doubted Riley but...ow?
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:14 am
He didn't stop laughing, not when Riley yelled at Christof or cuppified the Mistress or threatened him with kabillions of paintballs. When she made her announcement, he ran forward a few steps, then launched into the air, flapping for all he was worth. For once he was glad he had wings that didn't exist most of the time and didn't attach to his body in any discernible way. If he had, there might have been a problem.
Once he was a fair distance away, West spun in the air, turning to face his classmates, and screamed, "COME AND GET ME, YOU CANDLEJACKIN' PANSIES!" and then "OW!" when several of the paintballs actually managed to reach him. s**t, those guns had a decent range. He flew higher.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:17 am
Seeing West take wing to try and get out of range, Jericho launched himself to the skies with the paintball gun in hand. Well this was one way to make it up to Riley. Not many of the other students were able to pursue the demon anyway.
"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" he cried out as he fired relentlessly onto the Wrath demon, turning this into a dog fight more or less.
The dragon was still grinning by the way.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:18 am
Demi couldn't even gasp as there was someone who willingly took on Riley's threat, much less the ghoul who was very well behaved. His ears twitched at the odd voice that he couldn't remember hearing up till now, didn't sound like this Junko that's for sure. However Riley's form of torture on the ghoul left him ............. puzzled, considering the rage behind her movements.
It dawned on Demi that she had another idea for West as he went from spectator to indeed becoming a giant moving target. Demi picked up his gun and switched off its safety during the five seconds and took aim at the chest plate. The hound wasn't one for this kind of punishment so he went after the part of him that was protected and prayed the rounds didn't stray below the boil's belt.
He may like riling him up, but not rendering him sterile.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 12:20 am
The idea of a running target giving way to a chase thrilled the half beast and instinctively Bul took off on foot after West the best that he could shooting wildly into the air (though most likely missing) and flinging his tail about behind him excitedly. "Who you callin a pansie you flying ********!" he shouted back at the demon.
Of course there was the instance of uneven grounding and with his unorthodox legs Bul found himself losing his balance and trying to outrun a fall.
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