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 Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:33 pm
((OH YEAH? WELL... UH... YOU DID! BUT... UH... UHM... I fired more rounds in one post? Gotta be worth somethin'.
Now we wait for le Venom to post.
EDIT: That reminds me of some questions. Well no, that doesn't, but stuff does.
a. The cyNet3 affair. They have no souls, cannot use magic, but can mass-produce phase weaponry. How come?
b. Alan has no soul, and yet is a thaumaturge. The ghey?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:40 pm
Helmsborough froze at what Siber said. Behind him, the sound of the triggers being pulled sounded. He whipped a hand to project a shield between them and himself, widening it conspicuously to shield Siber. It seemed on some level, he understood exactly what Siber was planning and was trying to help him. He projected another shield between himself and Paul. The first phase bullet entered him; he dropped his shield and began manually deflecting bullets with his sword, guiding it magically.
"I would have to hate you more than Abaddon to be free of him," Helmsborough growled pointedly. It seemed whatever magical censorship Abaddon used to keep Helmsborough from intentionally getting himself killed had limits on how well it worked. "Only...." The rest of his sentence caught in his throat. Ignoring the fact, he swung his blade at Paul, launching a diagonal red shockwave. Chains tore up through the floor beneath Fyrin's soldiers, beginning to tear off their arms as Gennady and Renard descended the stairs one after the other.
((SirBayer:
A) Or do they? *dun dun dun*
B) Anything that has had a soul can use magic. They just don't regenerate as well because they can only regain mana from outside sources.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:47 pm
Fyrin did not like the chains much anymore. Steven had to agree with him. As did George. And Vladimir. And James. The last four had just joined the fight, too. Fyrin threw both hands out, tossing fireballs wildly at the chains. His men joined him, trying to keep blasting them down as they seemed to sprout from everywhere. The problem was, no matter how much they did this, there always seemed to be more chains. Where were they coming from, and how could the flow be stopped?
Paul yelped, rolled quickly, and narrowly avoided being torn apart. He had dropped the magazine in his roll; oh well. He slammed a fresh one home, then started scrambling to his feet. It was painful, but he didn't notice; he was aiming for the window. The house was far too restrictive and he wanted out, however that might be accomplished.
((Excuses, excuses. razz
EDIT: Avoiding language that sounds like engrish...))
Paul:
Condition: Yellow (Bleeding: Mild)
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <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: 82%
SCAR CQC: <>/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: 81%
G36C: <>/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: 69%
AK74U: <>/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: 68%
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 6:09 pm
Fyrin looked at the base of one of the chains. It was surrounded by intense unlight and he could've sworn he saw an eye peering out at him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:19 pm
Fyrin focused rather powerfully on that eye. Being unnatural himself, he knew the unreality when he saw it. His hand burst into flame, an extremely bright flame, and he slammed it into the base of the chain, hoping to blind whatever was staring at him.
Paul:
Condition: Yellow (Bleeding: Mild)
Mana: 89%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 87%
Shield: Green
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 78%
SCAR CQC: <>/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: 77%
G36C: <>/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: 66%
AK74U: <>/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: 66%
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 6:22 pm
Helmsborough smiled at Fyrin's action. This wasn't going to end well for him, he expected.
--
A loud crash came from the kitchen, a crash that might be linkable to something exiting a portal much too small for it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:29 pm
Fyrin, had he had flesh, would probably have paled ever so slightly. Now he was actually afraid. It was probably time to be leaving, even as Paul was at that very moment - Paul had vaulted through the window, breaking it with a deftly placed shadow-grab. What he needed was more demons or more servants. Either way, he needed to talk to the up-higher. He turned, then paused. Siber - he didn't know his name, but he couldn't just leave him. How could he get him out? There wasn't any way that didn't involve confrontation. "Go! Go!" he shouted to the other skeletons, and they began sprinting, making for the door. He himself dove for Siber, tossing a fireball at the chain holding Siber to Abaddon, hoping to turn the roll into a grab and jump clear via the window that Paul had exited by.
((How would Fyrin talk to the demon-man?
Also: Blademaster, now's your time! Please! gonk ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:56 pm
((Joe grows increasingly angry at the fact that everyone posts while he's gone! He draws his guns and begins blasting Jacob to death.
OK, but really...damn you guys. evil
Outside sources, you say, Venom? Hehe...I can so beat him then.))
Joe grunted grimly and continued upwards. "Helmsborough," he said, then launched into a brief but informative story of who and what he was. Hopefully he would find whatever the Djinni wanted him to find, and soon...
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:05 pm
((Jacob suffers from multiple gunshot wounds and stabs Joe with a concealed knife.))
Jacob listened attentively to the story, still following up the stairs, "I see..." he said when Joe had finished, "So they're fighting him now? Then what are we doing up here?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:14 pm
Joe shrugged and reached the landing, waiting for Jacob. "It might not be him. But I doubt it would be anyone else, seeing as this is his house." He turned and looked around. "We're up here because someone a lot more powerful than you, me, Helmsborough, or anyone down there told me to come up here. There's supposed to be something around here to help us out."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:18 pm
"It probably is him if this is his house." he said, reaching the landing, "Any idea what that thing is supposed to look like?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:40 pm
Joe shrugged, heading over to a desk that stood nearby. "Nope. I'm hoping for like, divine revelation."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:45 pm
Jacob let out a small laugh, "You mean like a shaft of light descends from the heavens highlighting where to look?" he joked, starting to search on the opposite side of the room, feeling along the walls and floors for anything out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:47 pm
((Siber) walks between the OOC (like Those Who Walk Between)())
Siber looked directly into Helmsborough's eyes, ignoring the pain in his hand and foot along with the carnage around him. He didn't dare break his gaze to nod thanks to Fyrin. "I think I have a means of accomplishing that."
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