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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:37 pm
Finally Nathan and she got a chance to breath! Taking this opportunity, she spat in his face. Hopefully, this would either A) make him let them go, B) close his eyes and she could swipe at them again, or C) give them another breath of air.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:43 pm
"A couple weeks ago, Sheng-ji Yang, age 55, was arrested while selling an N-star. A building exploded in the process. I just talked to him. Me and my friends need firepower. Also ,I swear, if the government catches up to me, I'm going to join them so I can hunt you down and kill you," Anatoly casually continued.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:07 pm
He threw his head back, trying to wipe his eyes on his shoulder. If they wanted to try breaking free, now was the time.
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The man froze, pushing his drink around in a little circle after he got his bearings back.
"All right," he said. "Firstly, the only reason I don't blow your ******** brains all over the floor is that I respected your father. A lot. Otherwise, you'd be dead."
He took a sip. "Secondly, you'll have to contact me through the proper channels if you want to get any kind of anything out of me. Otherwise, you're just another crazy that believes in Blazers."
10 seconds.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:29 pm
At this point Nathan collected himself, swiped his Fire Mysticker, and proceeded to eminate what could be described as a short-range flamethrower with his hand pointed at the man's face.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:45 pm
With the spit distraction and Nathan's mini-flamethrower, Sarah fought as hard as she could to get out of the guy's grip. I know I'm close to getting out of this b*****d's grip. Just a bit more...
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:10 pm
The flame trick did it. While Nathan did not have enough focus or strength to really hurt the man (probably due to the iron grasp on his larynx), he pushed him back enough that he and Sarah could slip free.
The man backed up and stared them down, not moving. His eyes were a dull black.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:51 pm
"And because you'd never get away with it in public," Anatoly pointed out. "If my father ever brought me into the business, I would go through those channels, but I don't know them. I'm sorry I have to get to you like this, but I'm under a lot of pressure. If you'll be here for a while, I can prove you to Blazers exist later." He faced straight forward and began to ignore the man entirely as Hawke walked in. He took a sip of his mocha.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:23 am
Hawke looked completely different. Anatoly could only tell who he was by his voice, and only then because Hawke had a peculiar pronunciation on certain words.
"How's it going, kid?" he asked. His point was clear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:41 pm
"Not bad. Uneventful day," Anatoly responded casually. "Yourself?" He brought his coffee back to his lips again after speaking and leaned against the counter.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 9:54 am
"I'll incinerate you if you won't stop and talk!" Nathan shouted, almost crab-walking until he ran into the wall, where he pushed himself up to his feet. He could not run, so he was trapped here with his Mystickers. "Look me in the eyes and try to kill me if you're going to!" The Medusa was now primed, but the flamethrower was his first choice.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 5:46 pm
"Same thing," Hawke said, signaling for his drink. He sipped slowly. "Yang got out."
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In response, the man pulled up his sleeve and they saw another Sticker on his arm. Just before he primed it, Nathan recognized it as:
Pitch Black, the Sticker usually used in haunted houses and movies. It not only put out the lights, it absorbed all the light around, so that it truly was pitch black.
Then it activated, and they realized how very screwed they might just be. The man was not making any noise, and at that point they realized that up to this point, he hadn't made any noise. That was weird.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 9:32 pm
"Got out?" Anatoly asked, his heart skipping a beat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:40 am
Nathan went dead silent. There was no running here. He couldn't afford to make a sound. But he could afford to make a flamethrower. That was his only hope.
He attempted it again, spraying what he figured had to be the hallway. If he couldn't disable the man, at least he could set the building ablaze. That would force him away.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:49 pm
(Sorry, I didn't realize you guys had started up again. I'll be checking in again every day or so again.)
Mike finished packing their stuff into the car's trunk and closed it. He realized that Nathan and Sarah were gone and they weren't in the room last he saw. Remembering what Sarah had said about seeing someone. His mind racing he primed the ice mysticker on his hand and ran back towards their room only to find a hallway completely void of light. He smelled smoke and knew that something must have happened. He wanted to press forward, but if Nathan was shooting a flamethrower in their he would get caught up in it. He kneeled down and shot a streak of ice down the hallway hoping that he would catch whoever was using Pitch Black in the ice or at least make them end up slipping and sliding down the hall.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 6:19 pm
The flamethrower only lit up the area where it actually existed; it threw off no light into the surrounding air. He did not seem to be lighting anything on fire, though.
Probably because, unknown to him, his fire was battling Mike's ice, as the two Stickers ran into each other in the dark.
The opponent was still unseen.
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