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 Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 8:49 pm
"Beautiful..." The word could have been as bad as an insult in this environment. It was like telling a joke at your mother's funeral, leaning on her coffin. How could something so violent be dubbed as beautiful? Frowning and looking over to Angela, Delan gave her head a small but controlled shake. "Beautifully disgusting, maybe... But we-they-are nothing more than thoughtful animals mindlessly claiming territory." She chanced a look directly into the Guardian's eyes, but found that she had no chance staring at her; flinching around to where she again felt like an eight-year-old.
Shying away from conversation, Delan fought with herself whether to demand for permission to enter the battlefield, or to keep quiet and follow orders exactly how they were commended.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 8:53 pm
Carefully scanning the battlefield, Irvine spies the origin of the high-powered report of the enemy sniper's weapon. Lifting his own SVD Dragunov, he stares through the scope toward the origin of the shot, and spies the red-haired man holding the PSG1. Kneeling, just barely leaning his body out of the cover of the wall, he centers the crosshairs over the smirking man's forehead, before lightly squeezing the trigger. With a loud crack, the 7.62mm bullet fires out, heading straight for the enemy sniper.
Not waiting to see if he hits, Irvine pulls back into cover, then runs backwards and dives over the side of a couch, making sure that he has adequate cover should he miss and the enemy zero on his position.
Ignorant to the activities of the snipers, Chris continues driving through the streets of Balamb, his lights off, watching for any Galbadians happening to run out in the open.
Spying one, he grins insanely and presses his foot down on the accelerator. The SeeD sitting in the passenger seat grimaces and grips the 'dammit handle' with one hand, the dashboard with the other.
With a sickening thud, the pickup slams into the unaware Galbadian at about 53 MPH, the force of the impact buckling the man's legs and drawing him under the vehicle, where he is promptly run over.
Hearing a thud and swearing on his right, Chris looks over to see the SeeD holding his head. Shaking his own slowly, he stamps down on the brake, bringing the truck to a stop in less than twenty feet. He glares daggers over at the SeeD, ignoring the outraged shouts of the other Red Squadron members in the bed of the truck. Fasten your seatbelt, fool. I ain't gonna get a ticket because of you.
Staring at his comrade as though he'd lost his mind, the other SeeD quickly buckles up and grips the dammit handle for all he's worth. Nodding in satisfaction, he opens up the back window so that those back there can hear him.
Beware of speed bumps!
Then he stamps down on the gas and roars off down the streets again, and all the while Ele'sear slowly shakes her head, wondering if she should have seen this coming...
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 8:58 pm
" ... bang "
Zell said this every few seconds as the fighting continued and the loud gunshots echoed everywhere at once. He was mentally counting off each shot he heard, mentally counting off each second, mentally counting off how many times he wished to be out there fighting with his friends. This, to Zell, seemed even worse then running but he couldent just forget orders. As the shots of sniper fire onced again picked up Zell clenched his fists tightly toghter and once more said the words.
" ... bang " he was no longer sure what side had the advantage, what side had the most number of casualties, what side had the most injured, they could be losing and Zell could do nothing.
" ... damnit "
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 8:58 pm
Alger watches idly at the goings on. His arms crossed, he stands in plain sight, gazing at the combatants. More men fall yet soon..well. The spell is nearly done. The visual power of it was nothing. Its ability will come to pass, very soon. And they'll all understand exactly why he commands what he does, and why. As the dead fall to the field of battle, his red eyes fall on one Garden straggler..his eyes glow, from red to that harsh white..and the young man's eyes bug out slightly as he claws at his throat..an unseen hand gripping at it and slowly choking the life out of him as Alger concentrates. Ubel at this time is still recovering. That was damn cold. Sorceress b***h..he waits though..his job is to guard Alger until the time is right.
(Alger: "I find your lack of faith disturbing...")
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:01 pm
Aya hears the crack of another sniper's rifle and whirls, shouldering to the side to put himself infront of Alger to take the bullet if needed..It hisses as it hits the ground perpemdicular to where his head had been a moment ago..He raised his rifle, mentally calculating the trajectroy and zeroing in where he thought the shot came from..A hastily made barrier of a sofa and some things in the door to a balcony..The obvious tactic would be to empy his clip into the couch. The round would easily penetrate...Aya examined the wall..It didnt seem to think..He fired,his bullet racingout and going through the wall, to his satisfaction..Perhaps it would strike the sniper..Arm? Leg? Head? It didn't matter..
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:13 pm
The girl gave a soft giggle, and fingers tightened on the hilt of the blade in her hands. There was a reason she was the Bloody Angel, after all. She lived for the thrill of battle, what her human counterpart had never been able to do.
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The commlink was struck as his other hand lashed out, twisting a rifle out of a Galbadian's hands, bringing the butt of it up to slam into the buckethead's chin, sending hims reeling. Hiro wasn't killing as many as usual, but that's because he was busy trying to over see the others.
'Gold Squadron, move in!", the snap was curt over his comm, and he continued to charge forward, gun in his hands now, using it as more of a close combat weapon, the ammunition long since gone from it, grunting as he slammed it towards the back of a soldier preparing to fall onto one of the SeeD with an assault. This was getting bloody.
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The man with the sword continued to make his way through the streets, coming up on the woman Morrina, blade poised in one hand, shouting to her through the commotion.
'Come on, we need to get you and the others to the Station!', he was gesturing as he made his way through the streets with a grunt, dropping a few of the Galbadians with the blade in his hands, motioning for Morrina to follow him.
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She was kneeling in the center of the road, white hair fluttering around her face, blade tip resting on the concrete beside her, black trench picked up by the winds around her. She didn't look like a Galbadian, but there was blood on her sword, and the bodies of SeeD were strewn all around her. Yeah, it was apparent what side she was on. She was still as a statue.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:21 pm
The Galbadian elite are now entering the city. What ones are not fighting enter houses, attempting to take the citizenry prisoner without a fight. Since a good number of them are dead, this cuts their numbers a bit short, but they're following orders and that's all that matters. They know otherwise they'd probably shoot more people down but..orders are orders. Non combatants are to be unharmed.
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Alger idly lets the boy drop. He has no use for a dead body. That cold starts to permeate the air again, all around. It's almost time. As more die, he can feel the power of his spell, the catalyst necessary to activate it..death. He smiles coldly as he gestures, sending Ubel off to fight directly. Taking up the Longinus Lance in hand, Alger begins to slowly walk down the streets littered with galbadian and garden uniformed corpses. He steps in the blood that pools, seeming to enjoy the sound and the footprints he makes on the trodden over ground. This is where he belongs..amongst the slaughter. And amidst the cacaphony of battle..
...he laughs.
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Morrina had a feeling as she felt the aura off of that sword she shouldn't follow along..but..she did have her own blade at the ready. She just nods, following along for now. There's something not right..her instincts are in overdrive but she has no idea why. This aura of evil that penetrates the air is just..heavy.
"Lead the way."
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:25 pm
Irvine grimaces as the shot goes through the couch. Had he been standing, it would've taken him out. He sighs, and crawls away from the couch, out toward the door, to find another sniping position. He'll worry about that other sniper later, and go back to picking off enemy targets.
Swerving around another corner at about 45 MPH, with a couple of Galbadian bodies flying off the hood of the pickup, Chris spies the woman kneeling in the middle of the road. She's got to be Galbadian; if she were on his side, then she'd know to stay the ******** out the streets.
Speed bump! This he calls out in warning to his comrades in the bed of the truck. They groan, and brace themselves against the metal walls, while in the cockpit, he steadily applies more pressure to the accelerator, grinning madly.
Instead of shaking her head in wondrance at her companion's mental health, or lack thereof, Ele'sear narrows her eyes at the figure kneeling in the road. She reaches out her hand, grabbing his arm.
"Chris, stop!"
Too late. Even if he slammed on brakes, there'd be no way he wouldn't run the poor soul flat.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:28 pm
The time had come for them to move in. Inhaling as her thumb and forefinger went to her mouth after she practically ripped off her glove, Delan whistled as loud and for as long as she could - thankfully long enough to bring everyone's attention back together. "Were moving into the town!" she barked, shoving her hand back into her Vasette as she sprinted foreword. The student didn't think at all as she ran across the earth, and her body was all that took a reaction to the terrible aura that Balamb held.
The gunfire was treacherous, but hopefully since the gunmen of both sides were busy with shooting at the other side the Guardian squad could bring some slight surprise into the picture. Mere feet from stepping through the entrance, a Galbadian caught sight of Delan and the herd of gliding and trampling GFs and humans coming up behind her, and she only watched where he was aiming so she could dodge. Relentless of where he pulled the triggered at, Delan began hopping from side to side, diagonally, trying to intimidate him. Her plan didn't exactly work that way, for the Galbadian was taking steady aim on someone seemingly (and probably) more threatening than she herself.
By the time he realized that Delan was a step away from him, his bullets just shot out at random. Hurling her left fist up into the side of his rib cage, she wrapped her right arm around his helmet, rushing to the side to not only avoid some shots from other soldiers, but also to ram his head repeated times into the brick wall of the gas station.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:34 pm
((Dammit... >.< I can barely last five more minutes, so that'll be when I get off... And I had something important to post once I got further into Balamb! stressed Just my luck!))
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:34 pm
Well that's definitely a way to get someone's attention. Poor buckethead. The Galbadians weren't really prepared to see a line of GF coming at them like a herd of rabid flying buffalo. The line, what of it there is, breaks and tapers off, except for the poor foo' that Delan is giving drum rythm lessons to using his head. Somewhere in the commotion, one of the citizenry makes an attempt for a trooper's gun, brandishing what looks like a meat cleaver, attempting to take him by surprise. Of course, the soldier being combat ready, all he can do is react before he even things, and fires as he turns around. It's almost like time stops in a way..up until now none of the citizens had been hurt..but it's gone beyond SeeD and Galbadia now..even though it's Galbadia's fault, a civilian is dead. Alger frowns from his position. He does not like it when things go out of context. It was all supposed to be perfectly planned..and he did NOT see a future in which the citizens of his budding empire died, accidental reaction or not. He sighs as the poor sod hits the ground with a thud..
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:34 pm
Its like something out of a bad movie, as the woman's body tenses, and she's flying through the air, the blade that was just perched on the ground in her hands, booted feet slamming into the hood of the truck, as the blade rips through metal, and wiring, slamming through the hood of the truck, to land in the previously occupied center seat.
Familiar eyes staring at Chris through the hood, before the figure's hands pivot on the hilt of the blade, and she's up over the truck, blade ripped out of the vehicle as she pivots it around her body, slicing through the SeeDs who had been occupying the bed of the truck, vaulting out of the thing as their removed heads rolled in the back. The truck bed itself was becoming a small lake of blood as it fountained from the bodies, she hits the ground rolling, coming up on one knee. A large pistol pulled from under her coat, blowing out the two back tires in two rapid shots, before rising to her feet again, face, and white hair smeared with blood.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:36 pm
(Gah, that sucks..I doubt it'll all be done tonight tho, so maybe it'll last for later?)
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:37 pm
((That's what I'm hoping for. Anywho, later everyone!))
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:38 pm
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