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 Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 10:48 pm
"Well," the Security guard dropped the last of the crates on the ground, and signaled to the others, who also shrugged noncommittally, "You really don't have to threaten us, we know when we have a bad client. That's the last of the crates. Seriously, we're off anyway, you just- you just explode things. For all records and purposes, by the time we arrived s**t had already happened."
They pretty much just got into the vehicle and left without further prompting.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 10:52 pm
Zoobey COOL GUYS DONT LOOK AT EXPLOSIONS Now Taym was less one explosive, and therefore less one means of getting into the basement. Which didn't stop him from beelining for it without stopping, weapon summoned without even thinking, and giving the door a yank.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:23 pm
Victory. It flushed through her, filling her with an obnoxious sense of pride. See, Taym? This hunter s**t wasn't so hard, after all. It was all about hitting them in the balls, one way or another- It wasn't the slide of a knife through her body that took her by surprise. She felt herself accepting things the moment she went into shock, and felt numb. That would have been an easy enough way to die, if that had been his plan. But it wasn't. No, he wanted to hear her scream, and he got it. Long, arching sounds left her as her throat went hoarse with high pitched screeches. The ability to think, or be strong, had fled from her. All there was left was the agonizing pain that did not, even for a second, bring her any sort of pleasure. Electricity never could. He got what he wanted out of her. Her scream could have called down heaven above, if it had been listening.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:34 pm
The basement door was locked, and Maebe continued screaming.
The only spectator in the basement watched vindictively, without saying a single other word. Rejam Taym can break down the door, but it takes time! Summon his weapon - the door has 20 HP. Keep on attacking until the door breaks! - Every attack he makes is 5 seconds. At 10 seconds, Maebe is at 0 HP - At 15 seconds, Maebe will dip into unconsciousness at -10 HP - At 20 seconds, Maebe will be at -15 HP and fully out
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Rejam rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 10
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:44 pm
He wasn't sure whether it would have been worse to be greeted by the sound of silence as opposed to the screaming: the screaming was horrific and made his skin crawl, but a dead person couldn't scream.
Now would have been a good time for something like Tracey or, even better, Ferros. A giant ******** hammer would have suited him quite nicely.
The horrible irony of this situation is that Taym had always summoned Fiona before her change and thought that she looked more like something you'd use to jimmy a door than to fight. And now he needed her to jimmy a door, and she looked like something you'd use to cut a throat.
He mentally apologized for what he was doing, somewhere in the fog of panic, and pried.
door hp: 14
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Rejam rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 9
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:44 pm
At first nothing happened. He leaned in and he twisted the blade and Fiona made a shrieking "don't hesitate and just put your shoulders into it" sort of thought race through his head like it was one of his own.
So he did, and he felt the strain of the door giving way. He needed a crowbar, not a glorified machete.
Door HP: 1 smile
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:46 pm
And then he literally put his shoulder into it, bracing himself and pushing, hard, and to his unutterable shock the door snapped open as easily as if it had never been locked at all, and all of Taym's momentum carried him in a clumsy heap to half-fall down the stairs before he righted himself and shot into the room.
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:58 pm
The screaming never stopped; though at some point, blissfully, she realized that she was hearing herself screaming in a distant sort of detached way. It was as if she was the one who watched, as a girl was tortured to death. It didn't hurt anymore, she told herself. It didn't hurt her, anyway. It hurt that weak, pathetic looking little girl with the pigtails and the pretty scarf that sizzled as she burned. She was probably in agony. She probably deserved every bit of it.
Sizzles of red crackled against pale, innocent looking flesh. There was smoke in the air where it burned her, and Maebe could see it now. She could see all of it like an interested observer. It was a show, and she had a front row seat.
Every minute that passed sounded quieter. She could tell screams were still leaving her at the same decibel level as they were before, but the ability to hear them was waning. She was distancing herself, further and further away, until it was tolerable to watch again.
Red was such a pretty color. How had she never noticed that before? She suffocated herself in pinks, and purples, and blues, and every color that meant innocence and youth. She smothered her dirty soul in them, and forgot that there were other colors in this world. Colors like the red of those jagged electric spikes, and the black of the skin they touched. They deserved to be recognized, too. They were just as beautiful. Maybe not innocent, but beautiful in a different way.
Her wardrobe was a sea of pink, but she was all red inside - she watched herself bleed it out onto the floor.
She couldn't hear anything anymore, but she could still see. Her wild, rolling eyes barely caught sight of Taym busting through the door, before they started to dim. Stupid, she told herself. He was so stupid, for coming back for her. Stupid and wonderful and stupid all over again.
Nobody would mourn, she'd said.
Well. Maybe not nobody.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 12:18 am
The special security staff prodded Maebe experimentally with a foot. "Eh, bored now. You can have her. I got what I wanted so I'll probably see you again."
To secure his exit, he picked up the Moon trainee and threw her right at Taym before heading out and up the stairs. He was gone before Taym could think of doing the same.
And Maebe was still bleeding badly, the knife sticking right out her back, spilling dark red everywhere.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 12:25 am
He wouldn't have followed him anyway. He gathered Maebe against himself, yanking off his scarf to try, futile and pathetic, to staunch the bleeding ( don't pull the knife out was the half-remember advice that came floating down, something he'd read, something he'd heard on a radio, something someone had told him; let the professionals do that or she'll bleed out*), and with the other hand he pressed the signal for home. Mission accomplished, he thought dimly. *assuming it's stopped electrocuting her since she stopped actively taking damage; if it is disregard he'll yank it out sure why not seems like lesser evil
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:23 am
The knife had indeed stopped sparking, though it stuck out raw and prevalent, a symbol of how fragile Hunters still were. As Taym hit the signal, outside where he had placed the explosive, there was a muffled explosion and then the roaring sounds of smoke and chemical fire.
Thankfully seconds later a portal showed up. Any longer and Maebe might have been nothing more than a temporary flitting crossroads, here now, gone the next day.
OOC Outside portal Taym can drag her to Infirmary. Wrap up rp can happen here or whereever if you so wish!
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:14 am
Despite the way her body limped awkwardly when he picked it up, and despite the blood that continued to flow out of her like a trickling brook, Maebe was no longer in pain. That meant that she looked peaceful, for once - more peaceful than she was on any normal day, in fact. Being unconscious wasn't so bad. It meant that she would either wake up somewhere, patched up - or not wake up at all. And she didn't even have to worry about which one it would be, because she had no more worries at all. Maebe's lifeless bleeding form in Taym's arms was the happiest she'd ever been in her entire life.
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