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 Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:25 am
((Wait - his whole arm got removed? And if so, does that mean the shield is broken?))
Once that relatively unimportant detail is resolved, we can resolve a more important one, like just how hard should Paul hit Helmsborough with the Crabtail now that his back is turned?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:56 am
((Aww...and those on the stairs don't know about this fight, yeah?))
Joe nodded in understanding at Gennady as they continued to ascend.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:59 am
((Those on the stairs, I'd imagine, can hear the fight.
And yes, Paul, the whole arm got taken off. The shield exists but Helmsborough overpowered it.
And, ideally, pretty damn hard.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:23 am
Jacob stopped for a moment on the stairs and cupped a hand to his ear, "Hey, do you hear fighting?" he asked the others, waiting for confirmation.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:35 am
((...yeah, i knew that.))
Joe stopped and listened. "s**t! He must be here already!"
He looked at Gennady. "Gennady, right? Could you go help them downstairs?" He flicked a hand at Jacob. "C'mon. You and I are gonna keep going ahead."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 9:00 am
Fyrin did what any logical being in his position would've done.
He grabbed the severed bones and began to use them as a weapon. The arm stiffened itself, its index finger stuck out, and the whole thing burst into flames, a sort of flaming, arm-sword. Versatile, humorous, and decently powerful all at the same. His vision caught Paul, however, and he pushed the assault onto Helmsborough, leaping forward and thrusting several times, aiming for the center of Helmsborough's chest. Hopefully...
Paul, in the meantime, freed but unsteady, gripped the Crabtail's neck rather powerfully, stumbled towards Helmsborough. He was aware that touching the shield would be a bad idea, but... he had the phase weaponry. He nearly tripped into Helmsborough, but lifted his arm upon high, then in the attitude of a hero bringing the sword down for a finishing blow, he swung the Crabtail straight for the back of Helmsborough's skull.
Paul:
Condition: Yellow
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: Green
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: Mon Sep 15, 2008 12:57 pm
((ok, I'm in a room with Takeshi and Agnese after getting off the plane? I'm sort of lost, because last time I saw any interaction between us, we were in a plane... and I can't find where that changes.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 1:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 3:44 pm
Jacob nodded and resumed climbing the stairs, "Who's here?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:21 pm
Siber backed off into a corner beside the stairs, such that he was kind of facing both Helmsborough's and Paul's fronts, still holding the picture out in front of him and now going for his phase knife as Paul dropped the Crabtail. He had charged the summon, so he also began manipulating his chakras into creating the shield, making sure first that all three involved in that maneuver were beneath the one he had charged. May I have your assistance here?
You may.
Heck yes.
Finally, he unlatched the box containing the ashes and checked inside, just to make sure something was actually there. And if nothing else, he could blind Helmsborough briefly with them.
"John," he said, "are you really in the grips of such an intense logical fallacy as that you can't turn yourself around even briefly to escape the bounds of the one you hate to his core? I mean, really? Especially since he's really not doing anything to her anymore."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:44 pm
Helmsborough slashed Fyrin's armament with his sword, shattering it and scattering bits of the bone around the floor and stairs. He kicked Fyrin's knee out, shattering a bone, and received a napalm crabtail to the head seconds later. It phased effortlessly through his shield and began applying a great deal of napalm to his skin.
He roared in agony and released an enormous red shockwave, launching away all the assorted bits of scenery around him and blowing the Warlocks to the floor as he clawed at his burning face with his free hand, swinging his sword blindly at Paul with the other. He focused himself and another crimson blast released from his head, taking the napalm off of him.
A chain lashed out from Helmsborough's sleeve and wrapped around Siber's leg, yanking it out from under him and slowly dragging him in. "Abaddon is practically a God. Once I gave in to my hate for him the first time, it was already too late. Less trying to save me, more dying, if you don't mind?" Some of the ashes spilled out but most remained within the box.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:25 pm
((*tropes along, unless he is correct in assuming that presenting John with his wife's face would stall him a little.* if not, I'll edit, just lemme know.))
Siber narrowly avoided landing on his coccyx, but his concentration was disrupted, interrupting the flow of his chakras to form the shield. He kept his grip on the box, amazed at how little ash had spilled given the circumstances, and let himself be dragged in. "I'm not trying to save you, you silly, little man, I'm trying to save myself," Siber chastened. He whipped a vial of cyanide out of his pocket, smashed it against the inside of the lid, and slammed the lid back down, grinning as the one hand that had been holding it kept the picture of his lover visible. Deflambeaux was visible behind him, separating the poison from his blood, and keeping the mixture of glass and fluid from touching the ashes. "Now, nothing's defiled her yet. I know you loved her in life. How much do you respect her remains? If you kill me, or anyone here, really, all of this - poison, blood, and glass - go into her last physical remnants here on Earth. This raises an interesting argument.
"If you allow me to desecrate her remains like this, you clearly have no value for them. However, you value her. Therefore, you must necessarily believe she still has a form, ethereal or corporeal, somewhere within the multiverse. If that's true, then Paul's argument holds merit, and every act you make in Abaddon's will only makes her suffering the greater, if she loved you like you love her. To remedy this, remove Abaddon as a focus of hate, forgetting him, and instead allow yourself to die and join her, the one you love, who you accept still exists and still breathes."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:26 pm
Fyrin, injured, began to reattach his various parts. He more or less rode the shock wave away, then swept all the bone back towards him with a gust of wind. Then he stared for a second. Too many pieces; he could properly knit them together with magic given time, but there was no time. Only time to fix the knee and give himself a surrogate arm of fire or air. He proceeded to do both things, the bone of his knee almost knitting itself back together, and then from his left shoulder socket burst a limb of flame. Again set up for fighting, he suddenly ducked as something prudent occurred: his men, all four of them at the same time, emptied full magazines of Fireflak ammo into Helmsborough.
From behind, Paul, on his back, mildly injured but largely on his extremities, discovered he could still maneuver, could still fight. Athena lay less than a foot away from his hand; he scooted over, grabbed the thing, switched her to fully automatic, turned to Helmsborough, and began shooting. And here was a remarkable thing; instead of holding down the trigger, which being mortal and comparatively weak he couldn't get away with, he squeezed off long bursts of seven or eight rounds each, until Athena's bolt locked back. He pulled the magazine clear and began fumbling for another one.
((It seems fair that Fyrin can reassemble himself, doesn't it? He can't transfer bodies, and cannibalizing body parts from other skeletons would create... awkward loss of symmetry.))
Paul:
Condition: Yellow (Bleeding: Mild)
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <0>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 89%
Shield: Green
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 87%
SCAR CQC: <0>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 4 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 5 Incendiary: 3
George England(Two):
Mana: 86%
G36C: <0>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 5 Flashbangs: 4 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 2
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 73%
AK74U: <0>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 4 Flashbangs: 5 Smoke Grenades: 4 Incendiary: 4
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 73%
P90: <0>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 3 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 3
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:28 pm
((DAMN YOU AND YOUR TIMING SIBER))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:31 pm
((I POSTED FIRST DAMN IT xd ))
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