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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 7:46 pm
((Ezriel))
[Whoops. Never picked a core. Hah...oh, boy... sweatdrop Roll again...]
[Core=10]
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TanzMcAbre rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 7:48 pm
(aw stressed , you vicious b*****d...)
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 7:50 pm
(see, now I got ******** true simplicity is gained, to bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed" heart best line ever)
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 6:42 pm
Sasha sat down next to Gloria and tore off a strip of cloth from the bottom of her shirt. She folded up and tried to wipe up most of the blood and put Gloria in a more comfortable position. She felt so helpless, and Sasha hated feeling helpless. She stood up and paced restlessly, than bit off a yelp when she heard a moan behind her. She turned around to see that Gloria was reganing consiousness. She hurried over, and kneeled down next to the girl, fretting over what she should do. Gloria gave a small sob and Sasha said "help is coming, don't move, you might hurt yourself." Sasha looked up impatiently, wondering what was taking so long, but not accepting that Rob might not have told anyone. He was an amazingly big wimp when by himself, so the threat injury should keep him on track.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:35 am
((Ezriel))
[At least you didn't critical fail!...but yeah, this is going to suck.]
He wasn't as stealthy as he wanted to be. In fact, the word "Stealth" could never apply to what he just did. Opening the grate, he lost his balance and fell. Into the girls' bathroom.
How did he know this? Well, a female guard was washing her hands when he hit the cold tile inside a (thankfully) empty stall. She shrieked in surprise at the noise, and hollered out, her heavy boots pounding the floor as she paced nervously.
"EEEEEEEK!!! AH...uh...is...Oh, dear God...is anyone there? Hello?"
He heard a faint rustling of clothing as she reached for something on her belt. Dressed in the same white top and blue pants as the...more...dead guard, she probably had more resources than he...
Or did she?
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:45 am
((Sasha))
Gloria sniffed dejectedly.
"I...I-....I'm no longer a g-girl...."
The pain in her voice was unbearable. Those bastards...she looked pretty hurt...and seemed to be clutching her stomach. Then, in a sudden convulsion of pain, she grabbed your arm, eyes alight with fear and determination.
"You. You must leave here. You must get far, far away! This place...you...c-c-can't...stay...there is good...to b-be done...SHHHHH!! Do not speak! They call me home now...home...listen...c-can't you hear Mommy? And dear sister...all...gone..." She tightened her grip as another strong wave of pain ripped through her body. She was coughing blood now; there must have been far more damage than she thought. "YOU..*ouch...ah...*must...go...we're not so different. We're both...special. I c-c-an...tell..*sputter* *cough* North...g-go...N..or..th." She continued staring, bright eyed and ghastly, ringing Sasha's comforting arm. She stopped speaking...and only gasped, in fright. It was as if she were drowning. If was as if she were suffocating. With one final effort, she sucked in her last breath of air, and closed her eyes. She did not, however, let go of her savior.
And with that, blood trickling down her disfigured cheeks, the girl died. All of a sudden. Sitting there in the dead silence, linked to the victim, Sasha couldn't help but be hit hard by the girl's words. This was no longer an ordinary Sunday morning.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 7:39 am
Ezriel lay on his back, dazed, and twisted in some kinky position.
"N-No...uh, no one's here..." Ezriel tried to get to his feet and hide somewhere whilst praying that his clever little lie might decieve the lass. He latched the door, and realized tha the was still holding the charred arm.
The woman clumsily opened the door... "CATCH!!!" Ezriel said, tossing the arm in her face while helping propell it in her direction with a few aero spells...
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 8:19 am
((Ezriel))
This is what he wanted to do. However, when he opened the door, throwing the arm, he saw that she was wielding a pistol, aiming it right at him. She shot twice.
<>
[Cores: 1, 12]
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TanzMcAbre rolled 2 20-sided dice:
19, 9
Total: 28 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 8:26 am
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!" Ezriel shrieked (sounding much like mine)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 8:33 am
((Ezriel))
[Lucky b***h.]
Thankfully, both shots hit the arm, cancelling out the force of his wind gusts. It dropped to the floor with a bloody thump. But the policewoman only focused on the matter at hand; putting down the runaway patient. She did not falter.
"HANDS IN THE AIR, SCUMBAG! I DON'T WANT ANY FUNNY BUSINESS HERE! IN. THE. AIR!!"
Well, at least he didn't end up shot.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 8:40 am
Ezriel looked at her...raised his arms and stood. He looked at the gun...wondering if it conducted electricity well. He entertained the idea of a fire blast, but that would ignite the powder and hed be a goner...
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 8:51 am
((Ezriel))
Holding the pistol in one hand and a radio in the other, she made a cal, not taking her eyes off the scheming Blue Mage in front of her.
"Dispatch, we've got a hostile here in the floor 8 women's bathroom module C. Yep. Right by the cultivation chamber. Average build, red hair, a bit of a wild look about him. Patient seems to have something blank about him...autistic or savant. Yes. Ezriel? Okay, got it. Yeah, well that's our best bet. I don't have time to scrutinize. Okay. Thank you."
She hooked the radio on her belt, letting the other hand come slowly back to the firearm.
"You. Ezriel. That's your name, isn't it? You're coming with me. Don't try anything, or I'll fill your body with hot steel. Got it?"
She advanced slowly, taking a small ring out of her belt with the hand she used to operate the radio. Her eyes stayed fixed on Ezriel. She still had the gun.
"Hold out your pointer fingers from each hand and put them side by side, patient 12009. We're taking you in."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 8:57 am
"Aww...all I wanted was a little peek." Ezriel said as he held out his fingers, watching closely for a break in her actions, a break he could use to knock her out. Ezriel also looked around with his eyes, scanning the entire vacinity for to see what there was. He wanted to know what his little battle field looked like, and what there was for an advantage to him, or her.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 9:11 am
((Ezriel))
She did not break. The battlefield? Small and cramped. An empty roll of toilet paper, an automatic-flush toilet...tiled floor. High walls, completely spotless.
She edged her way in. It was do or die. Or do and die. Whichever.
[She will cuff you in 1 post.]
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