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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 2:53 pm
Smythe entered a momentary self-reflection at the girl's description. Lanster Smith rebutted, "Is this even relevant?"
"Are you kidding? of course it is. Now let me tell the story. Anyway, then a limousine pulled up along Myers street, the only one that was paved in the People's Park. A door in the center opened, and there was a small man in a full tuxedo with a black briefcase. He saw a large man who gave him a fierce stare. The suited man said back to the fierce man, "What are you looking at, Two? Can't you respect your superiors?"
Lanster found this funny. "Seriously?"
Smythe now looked at Smith with full scorn, as if he was about to push Smith out a window or something.
"Anyway, the small man's name is not important, But he pushed through the crowd until he got to the fountain. The man got up on the edge of the fountain and spoke loudly. It turns out he was wearing a head microphone, or he just had a really loud voice or something. He said, "Good Afternoon, Ones and Twos of Five City. Please be quiet and do not revolt against your leaders or we will send the police after you. That is all!" He drew a pistol from a hidden holster on the briefcase, aiming it at anyone who dare get so close to him."
((Just a heads up, I will not control any PC's, rather I will do NPC's and enemies. Players are allowed to make up some NPC's, but I may control them if they are part of some god-modding scheme. Don't worry, I'm not that skeptical. smile ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 7:00 pm
"Great, first we're robbed blind, then threatened by these thugs! What next? Taking our first born children?" Nica muttered, her normal easy smile replaced by a dark scowl. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself just yet. She had other things to do first, and one of those things was to bring these jerks down hard. They had taken everything, even from those people who hadn't really had anything to take. And what was the point in that? What was the point in any of what they had done?
Where's the justice? Where's the outrage? Are we all just sheep to these people? We need to do something, stop them from doing this to us again.
Nica ducked her head low and tried to use some of the larger people in the crowd as meat shields while looking for something to throw. She knew it would be a stupid, useless, and most probably suicidal gesture, but right now that didn't seem to matter as much as showing her displeasure to these dweebs.
Maybe if I make a show if strength against them others will as well...
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 7:24 pm
"But," Vaughan paused. "The suited man with the briefcase did not notice either of them. He was just a mean jerk who wanted to cause a scene and stuff and look all tough in front of the Ones and Twos. So he fired a gunshot above the crowd. The bullet was surely clear of any people, but there was a pretty big reaction."
Lanster Smith was actually genuinely interested in the story now. He leaned closer.
"Well, the first couple rows of people in front of the man jolted back, like they've been shot, even though they weren't. This made a real ruckus, and some people even fell down and fainted..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 7:32 am
After the gunshot and most of the people around him cowering in fear, Garret did the only reasonable thing he could think of and that was to lift his hands up. "Whoa! Chill out...One and Two, was it?" He scoffed softly and looked around at the others then turned back to the men in the business-like suits. "Obviously there is some sort of misunderstanding here." Garret spoke calmly and loud enough so everyone in the center could hear him. He kept his arms raised up as he walked a bit closer to the two men and stood on the fountain ridge beside the man not holding a gun. "None of us here want to make this violent. We're just wanting to discuss your boss' methods." He glanced around trying to send out a mass message via mental imaging, but of course failing as everyone just stared blankly back at him.
Garret sighed softly as he shook his head. He decided he made a fool of himself long enough and lowered his hands, slightly clenching his fists out of habit. "If we were going to be doing any kind of revolt we wouldn't be here in the poor side of town, we'd follow histories example and go dump all the tea into the river or something." The blonde man smiled again, holding back a light chuckle as a few people in the front finally caught on and added a little nod or laugh themselves. "Number Two...perhaps you could tell Dweedle-Dee here to put his weapon away before someone gets hurt...Then you'd have an angry mob of people against you two." He couldn't help but smile again as he gave a small shrug, "And I don't know about you guys, but I'm kind of betting that in the time it takes you to reach any phone to call in backup, you'll have half this city cramming their fists down your throats..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 4:27 pm
""First off! How can you be so poor as to forget what your rank means? Ones are not your leaders. Ones like you are scum. Twos are not much better. Threes are the privilieged..." He pointed to himself because he was proud of being a Three. "Fours are our bosses, who you ought to respect more than your pet. Fives... Fives are people you won't ever see in your life.
Second! I will not stand for your threats!"
The short man whistled into a barely visible headset, and suddenly tens, even hundreds of cop cars came right onto the streets around People's Park. Six by six, they came out of the small cars in overwhelming numbers.
The crowd was really a ruckus now, if they weren't before. Most were yelling and trying to fight the crowd like animals, but some were cowering in what seemed to be safe spots. That is, they were safe until a couple of cops found them and started hitting them with riot clubs.
The two businessmen were around too.
~BEGIN BATTLE PHASE~
Enemy: Officer Mike
LVL 1
HP: 60
Enemy: Officer Joe
LVL 1
HP: 62
Enemy: Threeman Hoth (The short one)
LVL 2
HP: 83
Enemy: Threeman Don (The taller one)
LVL 2
HP: 81
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 7:28 pm
Nica stands back and throws a rock at Officer Mike, trying to catch him in the head, but not watching to see if it hits or not and not really expecting any real damage to come from it.
"Fire and rain! All this for a peaceful demonstration?"
She ducks back down behind other people in the stampeding crowd and tries to move her way forward while working the tomahawk out of it's hiding place. There was a very brash young man who had tried to stand up against these men, she meant to see that they didn't get their paws on him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 7:48 pm
"The rock actually hits him pretty hard. He turns around.
"Who did that That freaking hurt so bad!"
Officer Mike then tells the other evil people where the rock came from. A couple in Green and purple clothing were accused.
"Hey! Do that again!"
((Enemy: Officer Mike
LVL 1
HP: 53/60
Enemy: Officer Joe
LVL 1
HP: 62/62
Enemy: Threeman Hoth (The short one)
LVL 2
HP: 83/83
Enemy: Threeman Don (The taller one)
LVL 2
HP: 81/81))
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 8:32 pm
Medea smirked at what was going on. "Finally. Some excitement!" Medea got up off of the fountain edge and looked at the boy who had been trying to calm the group down and shook her head. She reached into her boot and pulled out her silver blade. Medea looked around to see who she could attack that was around her. There were always the tow bodyguards she could attack; but from the look of them, she might need some back up. Her only option, one of the cops. And there were too many people around, so she couldn't throw her blade at one of the cops. That only left close quarter combat. Medea used what cover she could to sneak up to the closest cop, who just turned out to be Officer Mike. She then swung her arm three times, attempting to hit the officer each time.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 3:45 pm
Garret sighed softly, "Alright, that was perhaps a stupid thing on my part." He spoke mainly to himself as he hopped off the fountain edge and began tightening his 'gloves'. The young man flexed his wrists aferwards to make sure they were tight enough then he clenched his fists and looked around at the hysteria going all around the Park. Garret took notice that the two officers were acussing two innocents so Garret stepped between them and smirked, "Actually, I threw that rock." He looked at the couple behind him, and gave them okay to leave before facing the others again. Garret ran a hand through his blonde hair and gave the cops another grin, "Let's see you do something about it."
The young blonde moved toward the first officer, whose name was listed as Joe. He pulled his arm back as Joe was raising his hand to whip Garret with his stick. Garret moved quickly and actually stepped past the officer, but slid his leg behind Joe's before he released his fist and waited while it came to crash into Joe's jaw. Once it connected Officer Joe began to stumble back but tripped over Garret's leg, and fell to the ground.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 7:35 pm
Seeing two people move in to intercept the officers with melee weapons, Nica pauses to grab another rock to throw at Office Mike's head again.
"Take that you knuckle dragging thug! Steal my tools will you?"
She gives the rock a good toss at him before ducking down to assess what she has left in her pockets and if any of it will be able to do her, or anyone else any good.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 8:03 pm
"Is that what really happened?" Lanster Smith was quite curious.
"Almost.
Medea was mostly successful. Her first and third swings were good, but her second swing missed. [20+0+20 damage]
Garret's jab worked out too. The tripping part didn't make it hurt anymore, but it made sure that the punch hit dead-on. [27 damage]
Nica's rock also hit Mike." [6 damage] [Nica, you can also gather the rock and in the next turn morph it into a better item.]
((Enemy: Officer Mike
LVL 1
HP: 7/60
Enemy: Officer Joe
LVL 1
HP: 35/62
Enemy: Threeman Hoth (The short one)
LVL 2
HP: 83/83
Enemy: Threeman Don (The taller one)
LVL 2
HP: 81/81))
Smythe continued. "Mike cringed over in pain, because he was almost a gonner. Heh. But Officer Joe fired a shot at Garret, which hit him dead on. Hoth ran behind the fountain, but Don did not. He ran up to Medea and punched her."
((Garret Roaul
LVL 1
HP 80/100
Medea Von Ulf
LVL 1
HP 73/100
Nica Fryar
LVL 1
HP 100/100
Trivicus Vire
LVL 1
HP 100/100
Lucian Loudheart
LVL 1
HP 100/100))
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 8:26 pm
"Really now? They ransack my house and steal my belongings while I am out, and think that I shall sit idly by?" Lucian stood atop one of the abandoned shops that surrounded the park, examining the one weapon they left behind. He had gone up there to observe the hubbub of the townspeople; even if he liked company, he hated crowds.
"It'll do."
He took [Aim] at the head of the short Threeman who seemed to be the leader (and who also happened to run around to Lucian's side of the fountain) and prepared to fire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 8:33 pm
"Lucian didn't get seen trying to aim and fire because when he was aiming, Joe and Don were finished attacking. But Mike stood up, still a bit dazed and confused. He picked up a rock and threw it at Medea, and the rock missed. Badly."
((No Damage given/taken))
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 9:05 pm
Trivicus Vire stood still among the fleeing crowd, his elbows growing sore as each passing man and woman shouldered him in their frantic effort to escape. A few yelled curses at him as they ran into him. Yet there he stood, apathetic to the fleeing crowds, fixed on the battle that was unfolding.
It seemed the police were intent on the deaths of these viligantes, but Trivicus was intent and content with watching. The crowd was reduced to the slowest fleers, and Trivicus could feel the blood returning to his shoulders, and more importantly, he could see the fight much better with so few people left to spectate.
Of course, Trivicus still failed to grasp how odd he looked just standing there by himself, quite obviously watching the fight and [doing nothing].
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:18 am
Nica crouches down and pulls a bag out of her pocket.
Potpourri? What in the world is -that- doing in my pocket? Ah well, time enough to worry about that later.
Setting the tomahawk down beside herself she tries to mold the potpourri into either a blinding or sneezing powder, on the basis that the bad guys won't fight back too much if they either can't see her or can't stop sneezing long enough to hit her.
Once the powder has been formed she pours half if it back into the bag while keeping the other half in her hand, snatches up her tomahawk in her free hand, and begins to move forward into the melee towards her special friend, Officer Mike.
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