|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:35 pm
((Mike's ice is on the ground, while Nathan's flamethrower was aimed spraying the air/wall probably around chest height I'm guessing. He might melt my ice, but it wouldn't stop his flamethrower at all.))
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 11:11 pm
Something happened to Anatoly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 1:42 pm
Sarah, who usually couldn't stop speaking (and cursing) to save her life, had performed a miracle. She'd actually stayed silent while enshrouded in darkness. However, when Mike equipped his ice sticker, it happened to make her slip. "Ow!" So goes the quiet plan. Except, while she was on the ground, it meant that Nathan couldn't hit her with his flamethrower (wherever he was). She tried feeling around for the ice, but apparently, that ice turned into water. The hell is going on here?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 5:53 pm
Hawke looked at Anatoly in such a way that told him he was bluffing, then turned back to his drink.
"Yeah. I hope they don't catch him any time soon though; I need some more Stickers."
---
Mike's lack of focus, due to the darkness, had caused the ice to crawl up the walls, hence the conflict.
Sarah was just standing up when a crushing kick to the gut came out of the dark. She flew into the wall, but there was still no sound from the man.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 6:00 pm
"Aye. Hope so, indeed..." Anatoly muttered. "I'll be heading out soon, I think. Got a meeting with, y'know." He smiled faintly."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:01 pm
She grunted at the surprise kick and smacked against the wall hard. "The fu-" She, yet again, fell on the floor. Screw this, she did not want go get kicked while trying to stand up again, and who knew what the hell Nathan had (not to mention Mike, but it's not like she knows he's there). I'm crawling out of here.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 10:45 pm
Hawke nodded. "Yeah, I heard about that. New guy's taking over for Yang, right? Not sure I like it." Sip.
---
Nathan took a hook to the jaw that was similar to what being punched by a gorilla would be like. Needless to say, he was sent sprawling.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:29 pm
"Whatever gets things done, though." Anatoly replied. Sip. "S'part of the business."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:50 pm
Nathan spun across the ice left on the floor, bounced off the wall, and began sliding purposely. He had to get out to where he could see, as quietly as possible. If he could see, he could fight. He couldn't run, so he'd try to burn the building down elsewhere.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:56 am
Nathan and Sarah were floored, unable to escape the dark and unwilling to stand back up.
Mike, seeing no change, was about to turn back to get Blaine, but as he turned there was a blur, and the man was standing in front of him. Seized by the shirt, Mike went flying into the black.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 11:15 am
Sarah managed to find a wall and started crawling along the side. So long as she had a wall, she had some sort of direction. Damn it! What the hell does this guy want?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 11:36 am
Mike activated his mysticker using it to create a bar of ice from wall to wall to stop himself and steady himself on the ice. This time he decided to say screw it, he had a vague idea of where the guys was and he was pretty sure he hadn't been thrown past nathan or sarah since he had caught himself. He activated his mysticker again and this time he shot out a continuous line of ice at about chest level as far down the hall as he could, hoping to catch the guy, or at the very least be able to get a better idea of where he is.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:55 am
Mike was unsure if it was working as he sprayed ice continually for a few more seconds. Then, out of the darkness, a hammer-falling punch slammed into the back of his neck.
Well, that answered that question. Mike fell to the ground, unable to focus on the ice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 12:37 pm
Mike landed in a puddle of water his concentration broken and his mind foggy from the hit. He activated his mysticker using the water he was laying in as a base to create a wall of ice in the direction the man had been moments earlier.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 5:24 pm
Blaine attempted to figure out what was going on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
