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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:59 pm
He burst in, panting and slowing, finally putting Sam down and nodding off toward the hovels.
"C'mon, let's go."
He'd keep at a slow trot just long enough to make a similar request about watching Frostschild to a very confused voice on the other end before hanging it up and instead going for the radio.
He'd respond to Joseph, short of breath.
"I'm worried this means whatever made everyone disappear without a sign might be repeating, and I'm trying to get outside the perimeters. I'll check back in before too long. I'm sorry I'm cutting and running for now.
"...good luck to ya'll."
And once he was done with that, he'd put it away, and run for the hovels as quickly as Sam could, the very closest part of the city of which he'd stored his sled at.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:28 pm
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!"
With some rustling of trees, Chen passes through the canopies, landing onto the ground onto his feet. Having leaped from the Palace Dometop, he had leaped from quite a height, so his landing went from standing to tumbling across the ground. Eventually, his head hits into a tree and he is stopped upside, legs hanging in the air before he tilts and falls over onto his back, groaning.
So as he lied there, arms spread out, he looked into the snowy sky as he decides to lay where he is and take a few moments of breath.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:49 am
Standing to his feet after that death-defying leap, he shakes his head, snow being thrown onto the ground. The weather wasn't stopping it seemed, but thankfully he was clothed well enough to keep him comfortable. He just had to make sure he kept his warmth up through activity. He looks about, wondering what this place was. Removing the folded map from his pocket, his finger moves to the woods from the palace dome.
Placing it back away, he cuffs the silk tapestry under his right arm and then walks about, observing the environment that he was dropped in.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:00 am
Rows upon rows of zombies would appear before Chen, monochromatic and silent, phasing into existence with a ripple of light. They would charge at him, hungry, violent, but making no noise and disturbing none of the snow under their feet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:02 am
"More of them," Chen says. No matter where he went, there was always more of these things. Though silent, he could sense them better now that he was attuned to their more spiritual side. Turning around, he starts to escape them toward the direction of the Palace dome, boots crunching into the snow as he weaves past the trees within the woods, foggy breath moving from his mouth with each stride.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:06 am
As he sensed them, he would find that they were mere echoes, spiritual apparitions that could do naught but ape what was happening elsewhere in the city. They could do Chen no harm.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:09 am
"I should have taken more of those psychic classes back at home. Maybe then I would have been able to contact these people and tell them it's okay."
Being a psychic, however, allowed the ability to transfer emotions. Whatever emotions a person felt, Chen was capable of feeling them, too. When he felt their sadness, he became sad. And so, what if he did the opposite? He would give an emotion of....happiness. Hope. That is all he could give.
Looking back quickly at the pursuing skeletons, he heads back to the Palace Dome.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 8:41 pm
Lah burst into the woods from the likely heavily damaged, and readily further damaged Ascended Way, still with Aiolos on his back. He wasn't going to slow down, not now, not ever.
As he ran, though, he couldn't help but smirk, although it was cynical. "Guess your wallet isn't gonna bleed, Bryant. The hell was your story, anyway?"
Either way, he'd adjust Aiolos on his back so he was stable and less likely to fall, and then keep running through. Any apparitions that might appear were ignored and run through, as it were. Lah was breathing somewhat heavily now, white clouds of steam forming and then brushing past his face.
He was sweating, and it was cold. This was the worst possible situation, but at least his circulation was keeping up. If he arrived soon enough, and his coat was still there, there was nothing to worry about.
-> The Hovels
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:15 pm
Entering into the woods, Chen dodges left and right around the trees, fog continuing to exit from his mouth as he keeps his run, shots from Spooky hitting the trees. Probably tearing through them with his tungsten bullets, but Chen kept with his run. North...north....
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:16 pm
His laughter chased after Chen, powers or not. Spooky was going to win this one, no matter how hard the other man fought back.
Combat expertise trumped everything else this man had, nothing was going to come between him and the death of this prey.
Spooky continued to shoot at Chen from the rifle, three round bursts continuing to spray at the man directly ahead of him.
Moving through the woods and continuing on forward, despite the attempt to get away.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:18 pm
WCHK!
"s**t!"
He stumbles a little as a round barely scrapes the right of his abdomen. That part of the shirt went, along with tearing through the vest underneath. Shaking his head, he just kept north, entering into Worker's Rest.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:20 pm
Click!
Spooky slowed down slightly for a few seconds to reload, throwing the empty PMAG from the magazine well and slamming yet another magazine in there. This one also filled with tungsten rounds.
After which, he ran after the man at the same speed.
Worker's Rest
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