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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:09 pm
((You'll see after BD advances Anatoly.
Srsly. That s**t is going slowwwwww now and it's not even some major post as far as we know.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:10 pm
((I dunno.
We gotta make Joe hurry up, I have to take a crap.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:13 pm
((I've got a metric ******** of fluff to type up. Feel free to deal with that, man.
Don't let us stop you.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:14 pm
((Okay, fine.
I will be back later tonight. If not, then tomorrow.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:39 pm
Endgame: Battle for BeijingThe Shin-Xi Building towered over Beijing, a skyscraper among skyscrapers in the downtown area, towering above all the others, a colossus defining the skyline. The building was a full ninety-story height above ground; below, it extended around fifty more. The four panzermagus groups were in position in the surrounding streets; the two teams were in position in nearby buildings. The first strike went off without a hitch. The assault and bomb teams began to approach as the panzermagi struck. The corners were breached easily and the panzermagi pulled out as the Coven teams prepared to enter. The Angel satellite released a beam of heavenly fury, white light bathing the room of the skyscraper as it melted away, the job being finished off by a terminal-velocity tungsten spike tearing through the top several floors. The defenses were in disarray; the time to strike was now. Now... into the belly of the beast.((Written to this music: < http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-g1ncoKihw > < http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfKA4b5SFq4 > Not written to this music: < http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcKurvm_0oE >))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:51 pm
((So... wait, what precisely should Paul and Fyrin be doing? Rushing in?))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:55 pm
((Well, Bayer...
You have a hole in a wall to a heavily defended compound in front of you.
You have the heaviest weaponry you had before.
You have the Cabal Coalition defenses in disarray from the ANGEL LAZOR and tungsten spike.
You have a very short time before I start bastardry.
Get crackin'.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:58 pm
((And what does Jacob have?))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:03 pm
((His magic and just about whatever mundane weaponry he wants. Same for all others.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:05 pm
((Works for me 3nodding ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:05 pm
No rallying cry for Paul; no extra preparation, no arming up. Only checking his magazines full of phase ammunition, only checking his iPod for spells, only a narrowing of the eyes and a pat to check for his Glock. No great show, no leap of glory, no alighting in flames, no explosions, no smoke, no mirrors. Just extreme violence of action - preparation to shoot everything, anything. Reactions prepared. Breeching training amassed in his training, amassed with the Coven, everything seemed focused to this moment. Right through the jaws of death. Into the mouth of Hell.
For Fyrin, this was just another step. At least ten skeletons equipped with carbines and magnifying ammo, covered with jackets and gas masks, preparing to fire. Fyrin was slower to follow, checking that his bandages were filled with spells and defenses and his shield was properly charged. Once that was confirmed... into the belly of the beast.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:08 pm
((No time to write up my post, I'll do it in the morning. No school or work for me tomorrow blaugh
I'll on quite a bit. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:16 pm
Their entrance point was a large hall of metal and marble, with sixteen enormous pillars, nearly six feet in radius each, extending from the floor to the ceiling five floors above.
The first line of defense was a barricade manned by disoriented, scared, and confused vampires and werebeasts. Firing bursts around their emplacements as they cowered, their accuracy was matched only by their valor.
Both of these, numerically measured, amounted to around six.
Paul's tactical training took him between pillars and other elements of cover, while the skeletons simply acted as bullet sponges for the few accurate shots the defenders managed.
Up above, several warlocks could be seen looking out over the balconies of the floors overhead. A flood of mana came as, in a matter of seconds, most of them began spellcasting. Four of them rode waves of fire from the floors above to the battle at ground level, where they began to rally the pinned-down werebeasts and vampires from behind their protection.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:25 pm
Fyrin's personal guard operated a little better than bullet sponges, as we'd like to claim, but not on Paul's level. Paul was moving up, watching targets, staying low, putting rounds through barricades thanks to phase ammo, punching holes in balconies - he was doing whatever damage he could and coming mighty close to flanking the opposition on their barricade - he'd gotten far up pretty quickly. He focused on the warlocks - phase ammo would be painful for them. And if he got close... phase bayonet. The addition of the optical sight cyNet3 had actually provided was really helping his shooting.
His accuracy and valor amounted, numerically, to at least several thousand.
Steven roared some sort of incomprehensible order, but the skeletons got it - they all pulled frags off of their vests and just laid the opposition low, hopefully. To pave the way for a brutal advance, they put down some explosive suppressive fire and tossed smoke grenades to allow anyone who wasn't already dead a way to get up further without ending up dead.
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