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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:13 pm
"Vaguely. I was pretty on-and-off as far as Cabal stuff went," Gennady answered.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:30 pm
((Aww, the Dreamshell has feelings. How nice for it.)) he considered at Keldan, not having anyone else who would care to listen and annoyed by the Dreamshell's little ditty of sympathy, and his tone changed,
he continued, dripping acid,
A strange glint made its way into Siber's eye. "That all depends on his level of depression versus his level of rage at any given moment. Fine, yes, we'll drop it, but never discard a tool just because it doesn't cater to your particular tastes."
A rusty screwdriver may not look flashy, but the rust only adds functionality; clean tools don't spread tetanus.
Siber took a few moments to consider some new ideas, and the glint faded. "Your idea could work. He might still see Abaddon as the source, though, and it seemed from the fight with him that that was the root of the problem. Another method may be to transfer the focus of his rage to another object. Objects including humans and inanimate things alike." He popped a Starburst into his mouth, holding the picture and box in one hand to do so. He then indicated the stuff in his hands. "We should bring these anyway. Where's everyone else?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:53 pm
"If you expect me to compromise my morals to accomplish the task at hand, you expect me to make myself as bad or worse than Legion himself." Paul grimaced slightly, then shrugged. "They're all upstairs. We've gotta get to Abaddon with these theories. If you don't mind, I'll try to talk to him before we start shooting or anything. My plan, my execution. That okay?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 9:33 pm
(( xd Siber, the Dreamshell is feelings.))
Siber and Paul turned back to the door. They saw Helmsborough entering from the empty kitchen, and down the stairs, unobserved by those who had advanced upwards. He was in the clothing they had seem him in yesterday, sword at his side.
As they regarded Helmsborough curiously, he looked back at them, alternating between Siber and Paul.
"I tipped you off while my link was disrupted, didn't I?" he said with a groan, drawing his sword. "I guess I'll kill you, since you're here."
Evidently, this one wasn't a vision.
((M. Night Shymalan: What a tweest!))
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 9:55 pm
((Venom: lol))
"I'm not asking you to compromise your morals, I'm presenting you with options. In a situation like this, you have to consider everything." Helmsborough seemed distraught. Siber leaned comically backward as he spoke. "John! You seem less nostalgic now. Paul and I want to have a nice chat with you and your house is in wonderful condition." He started backing away when the sword was drawn. "I'm sure you have tea or something in here we could talk over." He popped another Starburst, the materials held slightly across his body, almost as a shield, almost on display. He was willing to give John one chance before he called for back up. As it was, he started mumbling the Incantatis.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:00 pm
Helmsborough glared at him. "I have a better idea. It goes something like this." He sheathed his sword and chains burst from the walls and floors around Siber and Paul, lashing at their limbs.
((Also, a warning: You don't know how much Helmsborough is or isn't recovered.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:16 pm
Paul shouted in surprise, diving clear as well as he could. He was probably going to get hurt, but he reached for his shadow as he dove and tried to snatch up his shadow. "Helmsborough!" he shouted. "Your suffering only makes hers worse! Think about that? Do you think she wants you to be miserable? Do you think she wants you to be bound?" he shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping to the high heavens he wasn't about to get mauled to death. In the meantime, he grabbed Athena with his free hand, unChameleonic-ing her.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 92%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 91%
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: 90%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 77%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 79%
P90: <51>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:20 pm
"She's dead!" Helmsborough roared. Chains thrust at him. "She can't suffer any more!"
"Running Deflect Variant 4," Athena declared cheerily. Bursts of magic from the gun knocked several chains away. Others tore into him and began coiling around his arms and legs.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:22 pm
Paul began swearing violently as the pain set in. "Helmsborough!" he shouted. "She had a soul! Her soul is still out there!" Now he was getting desperate; he didn't actually realize he was right for sure. "She can see what you're going through! Stop it! End Abaddon's work! Free yourself!" He tried to reach with one arm for the Molotov Crabtail. Time for fighting had begun, and Paul had hardly executed his plan.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 92%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 91%
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: 90%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 77%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 79%
P90: <51>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:31 pm
"Shut." Helmsborough thrust his hand at Paul. "Up." A wave of red energy fire at Paul. Paul's deflection made it put a hole in the wall behind him instead of in him. "The more I hate Abaddon, the stronger his hold over me. How do you intend for me to get around that little problem?" The chains tightened.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:47 pm
"Stop hating him! Forgive him!" Paul yelled, tears forming in his eyes. His fingers found the bottle, and he pulled it from his pocket, but he didn't drop it. If he were hurt badly enough, he would have no choice, and it would go and hit Helmsborough in all probability. He wasn't sure if Helmsborough would catch that, but after a moment it more or less stopped mattering, for Fyrin appeared in the doorway.
Unsurprisingly, the shouting had been heard. The air around Fyrin's clothing crackled briefly, and a wave of orange energy flooded from his toes to his head. He stood there silently, unmoving but prepared. No introduction, no nothing; perhaps Helmsborough would recognize him through Abaddon, perhaps not. Fyrin cared not; Paul was looking bad, and Fyrin had seen Paul's soul. Scarred, yes, hurt and still imperfect, but his desires were good, so far as Fyrin could see.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:51 pm
"He took what mattered most in my life," Helmsborough hissed. He saw Paul's eyes flick up to Fyrin, who was right behind him. He released two red shockwaves at Fyrin and swung his arm to launch a chain from his sleeve.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:56 pm
Siber twisted awkwardly to avoid the chains, nonetheless receiving a few slashes in the process of dodging. Happily, Athena appeared to have some plans in store. "Helmsborough, what if you transferred all of that hate to another source, say... me? I mean, heck." He held the picture up in front of him, hoping that continuing the chants in his mind would help. Keldan warned. "I have this." Forgiveness? Maybe. Maybe. Probably not. He had considered calling for help, but Fyrin appeared of his own accord, thankfully.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:58 pm
Paul groaned. "And he still takes from you every moment you allow your pain to go on!" he yelped. "Every person you hurt, every time you hurt yourself!"
Fyrin, on the other hand, responded in kind. He struck twice with blasts of air, blasting holes in the shockwaves, then slammed his fist into the chain and sent it aside. Where his fist struck it, the air flared orange again, obviously showing where precisely the shield was. He wasn't done, though; several blasts of fire burst from his fists, striking the chains on Paul and ideally breaking them apart so that Paul could get clear.
((I'm going to go to bed before I get in trouble. Don't go too far without me, please?))
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 92%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 91%
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: 90%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 77%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 79%
P90: <51>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 11:06 pm
((No worries about Paul and Fyrin getting left behind. I too am going to bed after this post.
EDIT: Soon after, anyway. Like, within 50 minutes.))
Helmsborough grinned at Fyrin, ignoring Paul. "Tough guy, huh?" He clasped his hands, blinked, and thrust them both at Fyrin. The spell took out the whole arm Fyrin tried to block with this time.
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