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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 2:36 pm
Only one of three spun about, this one instantly dropping his weapon. The other two, apparently more trained, simply bent down and set their weapons on the floor before standing up with their hands in the air. This was another hallway, and all three men were wearing stone colored camo.
"So..." The one who'd spoken a moment before spoke, so decernable by the voice. "...Sut'rinos Zangrian was right..." He looked over his shoulder, him being the one on the right. "You dogs intend to take what is ours, is that it?" He spoke spitefully, and while his face was covered, his hair was not. The white hair flowing from him dropped to his shoulders, typical of Drow warrior. If this opperation was Drow, it was far out from where they would typically opperate. "But you'll make it no further, of this I promise!" He made no motion to attack, but the private facing them took this as an order to attack. Drawing from his chest, he unsheathed a Desert Eagle, taking a cowboy's aim for whomever took point, shooting haphazardly, the bullet screeching past that person only to hit the wall in the powder room, not sparking. Thankfully.
"...Vith!"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 6:35 pm
The soldier accompanying Bill and Carl, his weapon already aimed at the man who hadn't put his hands in the air, fired at the private. While he was making the motion toward his chest and pulling out his weapon, a bullet from the soldier Desert Eagle would be followed by another, deadly accurate aim, right between the eyes. The private would get one last spin before he collapsed, dead instantly, unless he had some ability to dodge perfectly aimed high calibre bullets at close range.
Bill and Carl would keep their Bereta's trained on the others.
If things didn't escalate into a full scale fight, Carl would speak.
"I hope he didn't know anything important," Carl said casually, "Please take off your jackets boys, sit down with your hands behind your heads, and we'll talk business."
"Geez," Bill muttered, "That idiot could have killed us all,"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 7:31 pm
"Not particularly." The leader of this group seemed to say, reaching down to his jacket to quickly unzip it and toss it away to the opposite side of the room. He was fully loaded with multiple hand guns and a couple of every kind of concievable hand grenade. He isntantly seemed a bit taller, being quite thin for a military man. Next to him was a man who was simply packing an extra 45. With both of them weaponless and on the wall, the leader looked up with a scowl. "...And just what business should I talk with you?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:27 pm
"Sergaent Joaquel," Carl said, "Search them!"
While Joaquel gave them a proffesional pat down while Carl and Bill kept their weapons trained for any further funny business. Once the search was done, and whatever else was found safely put away, if without incident, Carl would flash a badge.
"I'm Carl Benning, Detective, Durum police department."
Bill flashed his badge next, keeping his firearm trained, "Bill Bennet, Yaits City Police Force, Sergaent and weapons & explosive specialist. Forgive the name similiarity, no relation. We have a few questions. First of all, what are you guys doing down here with all the traps, and the gunpowder, and the what not."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 2:39 pm
"Our business?" The superior said after getting a full inspection. "Udos ph' ghil ulu kre'j dro d' natha sel dazzan. Natha zhennu tluin. Folbol nindel orn sila l' tresk'ri ulu udossta la'uren." And he bites down on something and swallows. The sound of shattering glass, followed by his eyes rolling up and him simply falling over. The second of them looked over, his eyes wide open. He was human. "...Holy ********, he did it!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 7:05 pm
[ Just Another Face ] "Our business?" The superior said after getting a full inspection. "Udos ph' ghil ulu kre'j dro d' natha sel dazzan. Natha zhennu tluin. Folbol nindel orn sila l' tresk'ri ulu udossta la'uren." And he bites down on something and swallows. The sound of shattering glass, followed by his eyes rolling up and him simply falling over. The second of them looked over, his eyes wide open. He was human. "...Holy ********, he did it!" "Yes, he certainly did," Carl said, "Drow idiot, probably not dead, his type build up immunities to poisons. It might be a spell also. Damn! Joaquel, cuff him after giving that man an oral sweep."After prying open the other man's jaw and conducting a not too gentle cavity search, the possibly dead, possibly comatose, possibly tranced drow was cuffed for security. The cuffs were specially treated titanium, and would be placed tightly over the Drows arms and legs. "I hear the Drow hate men," Bill said, "Scaaaaaaary. You know I'm one-fifteenth Drow?""Really?" Carl said, raising an eyebrow. "No, I was just fn with you," Bill said. "More like one hundred percent a*****e," Carl said, "Okay, mister last one still breathing an awake, what are you hiding down here?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 9:35 am
There was a distinct sent of urine about his legs.
"I...I don't know a thing, man! I just joined this s**t! I don't know a thing! I swear to god!" It was more or less certain that he was telling the truth, because he was freaking out and cooporating. He didn't resist the sweep or anything, but he did almost gag.
So, now, there was but this short tunnel and another door.
The Magical Resonance Decector seemed to have finally kicked alive.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:50 pm
Quote: There was a distinct sent of urine about his legs. "I...I don't know a thing, man! I just joined this s**t! I don't know a thing! I swear to god!" It was more or less certain that he was telling the truth, because he was freaking out and cooporating. He didn't resist the sweep or anything, but he did almost gag. Piss boy was cuffed as well. Quote: So, now, there was but this short tunnel and another door. The Magical Resonance Decector seemed to have finally kicked alive. "Okay, we have magical readings," Bill said, "Something is behind that door, and according to these readings, it is probably pretty darn powerful. We should moisten the gunpowder before we proceed and call in reinforcements."An additional soldier would be bought down, dragging a hose along with him. the gunpowder would be moistened scientifically, enough to ruin it's explosive effect. Soon they would have to consider proceding.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:03 pm
Nothing happens, but it's certainly suggestable to run all sorts of detection devices they have available. Things might get ugly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 4:18 pm
"Okay, let's have a look," Carl said.
Joaquel would take point, catiously opening the door with a gloved hand, and attempting to peek inside without being seen.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:16 am
So the opperation moved forward.
Pressing into the door, one would be shocked. Ever seen Resident Evil or maybe play Bloodrayne? Remember the Daymites or that floor where the super Zombies were being bred? No? Okay, essentially, this place is somewhere in the middle, here. In this room, there are rows and columns of circular tubes, green in color, many with... things. Inside. It's hard to say exaclty what they are. Bodies don't seem accurate. There appears to be no personel around, but there certainly is the presence of magic near by.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 7:41 pm
"Is this what they want transported back to headquaters?" Joaquel asked, as he entered the room.
"Shut up and do your job if you know what's good for you," Carl snapped.
The watcher flew off of Bill's hat, flew to one of the tubes in particular, on that was resonating strongly, and crawled around it.
"So what do you think these....... things..... are?" Bill asked.
"We're not here to ask questions, we're here to extract the goods," Carl said, "I'm calling in the extraction team to pick up the merchandice.
They would return to other room to make the call.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:03 am
EdwardYaitsIII "We're not here to ask questions, we're here to extract the goods," Carl said, "I'm calling in the extra--" Two sounds were heard. One was a sucking, sort of Shwook. Then came several loud, disgusting pops, like oversized IVs being ripped out of flesh. Lastly was the shattering sound of glass, which clatters to the ground. Lets hope that between Carl, Bill and Joaquel, they can take down a boss type character. A screechy, freakish noise could be heard, almost the sound of a giant cat being strangled while roaring. This was quickly followed by a thud. And... a laugh. "Gentlemen! I hope you will provide her with a good time!"The sounds of thuds came, louder and louder before a slam to the right. This thing... It is probably enough to make someone vomit at the sight, but if someone were to take that time to vomit, then... well... You're a really big, red meat poptart. The skull is oddly shaped. It looked slightly like a cattle head, but with gigantic eye slots where a little bit of brain has actually oozed out. It's lower jaw was also not the way it should have been. It looked... wrong. The shape was all wrong. This poor freak's lower jaw was a bear! The body was long and thin, like a greyhound's, but much too bulky to be one. It's tail was incredibly long and spicked. It was screaming like it was in torturous pain. This freakish beast then rushed onward, his jaw falling open to expose a forked tongue.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:17 pm
((Bruiser came back down as reinforcement, he's in the back room with the gunpowder or something))
"Chimera," Carl said, at the first sight of the beast, before he taking cover behind a chamber and firing into it's brain hole over and over with the Beretta.
Bill help position at one side of the door way, and Sergaent O' maley sooned joined him on the other side. They didn't fire just yet, not wanting to draw the beast toward the door.
"s**t!" Joaquel yelled, also taking cover, while the beast was distracted by the handgun fire he slid a packet of C4 across the room and underneith the creature's belly, detonating it soon after with hopes of leaving a big hole in the things gut.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 3:56 pm
The freak roared, and it rushed at Carl from which it was shot. The blast swept off it's body from what appeared to be a electromagnetron generator, similar to those used on some ships or mecha to deflect metal bullets. Though minorly stunned, it managed to pour forward, lashing out at carl with it's from paws, which were armed with some serious claws. They looked like tempered steel.
So, right, swiping at Carl, the thing flopped back down onto it's feet before, BOOM! The thing was sent sailing into the air with an explosion. Though hardly dead, it was no longer right at the ready, being incredibly stunned.
There now lay another problem. The blast had broken the glass of three surrounding vials. Which contained fetus like the freak they're fighting. All of which begin to wail insanely. The fourth chamber near it was cracked some, and looked ready to crumble.
Now would be a time to strike, but that screeching was distracting.
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