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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:20 pm
Joe's still-bubbling rage was now shared with a tad of nervousness. He hoped his drain on energy would keep the Fists clear of anything on the scanner.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:24 pm
The beeping went wild. Black Beret aimed at Joe and began indiscriminate firing.
Nothing easy in life....
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:31 pm
Joe quickly threw up a blast of wind, diving to one side as the bullets scattered and sending a needle-thin point of wind straight up the gun's barrel.
As he rolled, his arms shot out, so that he came up in a kneeling position and a Fire Arrow was already forming. He fired three in quick succession, one at each of the guards behind Beret.
Not losing time, Joe stood and his hands caught fire, then he ran forward and slammed a punch at Beret's head. The Wind was whipping the entire time, making it very difficult to get a shot.
"Jacob! Run for the plane!" Joe shouted as he pressed the attack.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:32 pm
Each of Joe's attacks was scattered by a glowing field of interlocking hexagons, similar to another form of shielding Joe had never seen. Beret met Joe's strike with a melee attack at Joe's head.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:35 pm
"Ahh s**t!" Joe said. "I hate shields. Everyone has them but me."
As he spoke, he gathered his energy together, causing the Wind to roar even more. Throwing down a flashbomb-style fireball, Joe ran, grabbed the Fists, and began to flit forward, towards their plane. He made a grab for Jacob along the way.
There was (theoretically) no way the mundane-ish Tyrg could catch him. He only had to worry about others.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:38 pm
Perhaps it was counter-intuitive to some to set up a heat-guided surface-to-air missile launcher within their own airport.
But this was, indeed, what seemed to have popped out from a floor panel, which had flipped over, flinging a bystander across the room. Locking on in at an unnatural fast pace, the missile hurtled at Joe from behind him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:44 pm
Joe felt it more than saw it and glanced back.
"A missile?!" Joe would need to handle that.
He cotinued to flit through the airport, moving as fast as he and Wind could go (approximately really fast miles per hour), but he also gathered his energy.
When he needed to make a turn to get to their plane, Joe instead ran up - yes, up - the wall, spun, and fired a Fire Arrow straight at the missile. Not waiting to see what happened, he took off, nearing their flight.
As he rounded another corner, he killed their magical signature suddenly, hitting the floor and skidding. He let Jacob down. Hoepfully they couldn't be tracked now. Joe quickly pulled his mana signature in and looped it back the way he had learned from the Fists.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:49 pm
What the hell did you do? the Fists demanded. Everything went dark and two minutes later there's a missile chasing you! A loud explosion sounded below them. The airport had sirens blaring.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:52 pm
Sorry, Joe thought. Even pissed off as he was, he had no intention of angering the Fists. Long story, I'll tell you later. For now, we need to get out of here.
Joe grabbed Jacob and hauled him into the bathroom. Joe took off his jacket and tied it around his waist, rolled up the bottoms of his jeans, and pulled his shirt sleeves up. He put his glasses in his pocket, then faced the mirror.
"One last thing..." With a grimace, Joe reached up, took a deep breath, and tore off his soul patch.
"Let's go," he whispered, his eyes watering in pain. He waited for Jacob to similarly disguise himself.
((Off for tonight, catch you tomorrow.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 9:54 pm
((Same. G'night.))
A small amount of blood came with the torn skin.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:08 pm
Fyrin ran a hand over his bandages as though through his hair, and let off a wave of the impression of gnashing teeth. When you were a soul connected to bones, it wasn't too hard to fake emotion. "Fine. You know what? Fine! I'm going to go down there and I'm going to take back that scale and I'm leaving. If you people can't work out your own freaking system then I'm not going to bother with you. Thanks for your time," Fyrin snapped. Hopefully they would be interested enough in a dragon scale not to panic now. Hopefully they thought he was from a big business.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:16 pm
Joe wiped his chin before pulling off the jacket, putting the Fists in the pockets, and turning it inside out. He then retied the jacket around his waist, wiping his chin again.
"C'mon, get changed," he said to Jacob. They had to get moving.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:52 pm
((Oh hey guys, I have funds enough to start another Cabal game. Anyone interested?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:15 pm
((With the completion of a high-stakes game, I definitely have the D points for it now.))
"If you gave it to us already, you're going to find it very... unwise... to attempt to give it back," the vampire responded to Fyrin, his voice low and threatening.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:01 pm
((Yoho. Then I'll start one immediately and hope it isn't joined to death.
If it is, then I'll create another one.))
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