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 Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:17 pm
Joe wasn't sure what was going on, but he definitely knew one thing: if the enemy starts shooting at you, you shoot back.
A wave of Joe's hand sent the bullets mostly out of the way. They ricocheted off the floor and walls, not doing real damage. This was followed up by a firestorm of explosive balls, raining on the werebeasts and gunmen.
Another breeze brought to Joe's nonexistent nostrils the smell of...Sharpie?
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:36 pm
At approximately this moment, something else in the rafters began to unload an MP5 into Joe from just above him. His features were gecko-like; he hung from legs wrapped around support beams.
Several mundane humans, running like scared sheep, were crowding the area around them.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:20 am
Before the bullets could hit, they were suddenly shunted to one side, slamming into the concrete mere inches from Joe's foot. He caught the smell of Sharpie again. Something familiar...
Deciding to think on it later, he sidearmed a blazing ball of doom at the enemy above him. He found it hard to aim because the mundanes were jostling those around him, although they weren't eager to bump him.
You know, the whole, "on fire" thing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 10:10 am
Fyrin decided that he'd let his men take a few bullets already and that ought to be good enough to make a point to the werewolves. "Clean," he ordered simply, pointing a single long finger at every location in which the werewolves had gathered. The four men, who although their mana was still basically trashed, still had their rifles, hefted them into position, and began unloading the fire/frag ammo they used as a staple into the various locations. Tile cracked, things exploded. Hopefully werewolves died. At least a few. Throwing ammunition had rarely failed Fyrin before.
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Paul strode over to her, sat beside her, and pulled her into his chest. Neither spoke; there was nothing to say. She remained tearless, at least.Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 40%
Athena KR6: <42>/36/0/0/0/0 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <12>/11/2/0 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 85%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 31%
SCAR CQC: <0>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 4 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 5 Incendiary: 3
George England(Two):
Mana: 25%
G36C: <0>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/18/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 5 Flashbangs: 4 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 2
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 19%
AK74U: <0>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/11/4/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 2 Flashbangs: 5 Smoke Grenades: 4 Incendiary: 4
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 23%
P90: <15>/50/50/50/50/50/50/44/0/0 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
Frags: 3 Flashbangs: 3 Smoke Grenades: 3 Incendiary: 3
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 11:04 am
The were-gecko deftly flipped aside and fired his MP5 at Joe from less than a foot away.
A teenage girl in the crowd, with no Unreality signature, grabbed a potted plant and slammed it against the back of Joe's head with supernatural strength - it hit harder than a bullet hitting body armor, which was saying a rather great deal.
Before Fyrin's men could get any takedowns, similar events occurred on them and him with a baseball bat, a glass bottle, two crowbars, and a table to the skull for Fyrin.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 11:30 am
The air behind Fyrin's skull flickered orange, and his shield took the majority of the impact. He stumbled forward, then tried something curious - he summoned the heat from within his assailants, drawing it into a fireball and throwing it at whoever was closest to him who seemed like a threat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 11:59 am
Luckily, the potted plant to the back of the head caused Joe to stumble out of the way of the majority of the bullets. A few of them tore through his arm and shoulder, but in Avatar state it was the work of a few seconds to push the bullets back out and close the wounds.
Joe slammed the ground with his open palm and fire shot up everywhere that there was an Unreality signature that Joe was unfamiliar with.
"We need to get out of here!" he called to the group. He began to back towards an exit, making sure that no one got close to him.
Realizing something, Joe worked his way back into the dark terminal and reached out his arm, extinguishing it as he did so. When his right hand and forearm were out, he grabbed Jacob's arm and began to pull him with him, keeping him protected from the attackers.
"Remember the fireball I taught you on the plane?" Joe murmured. "Don't use it. Wait until we have more of a chance to train it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:44 pm
Fyrin nodded in assent. Staying within a crowd meant leaving themselves vulnerable to whoever cared to attack them. His men already had bone damage again, and that was going to take time and mana to repair. Irritating. He glanced at them; they got the picture. Without enough mana to spare to light up fire swords or something impressive like that (being crushed by the dragon had spent much of their mana, as preserving their soul's connection to their bones was no easy task), they instead drew their knives, hacking non-fatally at anything and everything that wasn't a member of their group, clearing themselves rather effectively a path to an exit.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:38 pm
Jacob followed Joe closely and nodded at his words, "That's sounds better than accidentally catching my own arm on fire." he murmured back.
((Sorry for the lack of posting, I got really busy and then I lost track, but I'm back on now.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:49 pm
Stop, drop, and roll is a fairly effective method of extinguishing fire - but not as much so for Djinn-fueled fire, and less-so when the fire doesn't want to be extinguished. Most of the active werecreatures were now occupied with undoing their being-on-fire. The vampires, though, were agile and fast, enough so that most of them evaded the fire as they circle-strafed the group. Their Bloodhounds, as well, were moving unchecked. However, it seemed like outside, in the light, would be a safer place as far as vampires were concerned.
Joshua floored a Bloodhound attacking Fyrin with a single unaided, mundane punch.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:16 pm
Fyrin did not think that pretending to be a bigger dog would work against these Bloodhounds. He was not particularly familiar with them, but he knew enough to toss fire and air at whichever ones looked as though they wanted a bone. He tipped his head, and his men (damaged as they were) got the picture, deciding to make a sprint for the exit while Fyrin covered their tracks.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:53 pm
((... You'd think with names like "Paul" and "Fyrin" I'd have more success in not switching your characters. *Edit*
Also, Bloodhounds, as discussed earlier by Takeshi, are vampire-aligned demi-humans, and the only truly undetectable beings with any magic association. They look like normal people and have no abnormal Unreality output. Yeah...))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 7:29 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 4:03 pm
Joe smiled in satisfaction as he looked at all the flaming opponents. He turned towards the door, giving Jacob a light tug.
To find a punch flying straight at his face.
Before Joe could react, the one throwing the punch suddenly slammed into the floor with a loud crunch, as though smashed by a huge hand. His fist had been inches from Joe's face.
Joe stood frozen for a second, confused as all hell. He looked up in time to see a shape pull back in the darkness.
"Uhh...thanks!" he shouted upwards before stepping through the doors and into the sunlight with Jacob.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 5:39 pm
There may be some occasion in which Joe would be happy to find a rocket flying at him and a pair of skeletons.
This was not that occasion. Past the rapidly approaching rocket, Joe saw two black-clad men under a tarp entering a building through the roof entrance.
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