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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 11:29 pm
((Moving on so we can get this done tonight. I'm going to put a, how about 10 minute rule. If you don't post within ten minutes of the last post, I'll just skip you for the turn. I hate to do this, but this needs to be wrapped up before tomorrow.))
Athan's challenge was answered with a two gun salute. The shotguns barked in unison, each firing towards the swordsman. The gunmen kept thier fingers on the trigger as they traversed their aim over the bottom of the steps, pumping in two more shells, fired wildly towards the crowd at the bottom.
The men with the stun battons stood back on the stairs, holding their weapons loosely, content to let the shotguns do the work, and pick apart anyone that charged up the stairs.
And still, more steps were sounding out as people rushed to defend the mansion from the adventurers.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 11:40 pm
"OUT OF THE WAY!!!"
His voice would bellow out, even as he withdrew his Fang from it's sheath, the slick sound of metal on metal echoing out as the rapier was freed--- only to follow with the subsequent, and absolutely necissary elaborate transformation sequence, which sent a gout of flames in an omni-directional way, alighting whatever nearby items were prone to being flammable, even as the temperature in the front hall spiked.
In place of that rapier was now a mighty flamberge, a flamberge which was sent downward, unleashing a concussive wave of heated air forward, your classic 'air slash'.
It would actually travel up the length of the stairs, knocking through whatever stood in it's way and tearing up the actual landing itself (via hewing a heated gash), until when it finally petered out, it would have smashed right against the gathering group of guards at the top of the landing.
Needless to say, let the bodies hit the floor.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 11:54 pm
((Guess Owle Dropped off. It's all you Vahn.))
They tried to dive for cover. Try being the operative word, as the flame wave came in. It was too fast, they were too slow, and the results were gruesome. The three stun prod wielding guards were dead. There was little question about that, staring at their chared corpses. And the two shotgun users were horribly burned, crying out in pain, and trying to crawl away from the burned, shattered landing.
The sound of approaching guards stopped. All was quiet in the mansion.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:00 am
"Guess I overdid it a bit."
His single open eye (the right one), stared up and around.
Considering how noisy and bustling the place had been just a moment ago, you'd think Vahn farted and cleared the room.
"The hell was everyone doing in here anyway...." He stared up at where the landing led up to, before turning on his heel and just kinda looking about, his left foot tapping idly on the floor.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:03 am
"You got me," said Rage, jamming his katana through the spine of one of the still-living soldiers. A mercy killing, really. He had approached behind Vahn, deciding to let them do the hard work for now and mopping up what was left of the rest.
"I think we should sack the place. Rich guy like this has to have some sort of powerful item, you know?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:09 am
((Just to be certain on the tracking, Vahn is on the floor level right, and Rage just walked up the ruined stairs to the landing to stab? ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:10 am
"That's some awesome deductive reasoning, Sherlock." Vahn's sarcasm rolled off his tounge even as he looked anywhere except for at Rage.
"I thought you wanted to save the world or something, or whatever the hell you guys dragged me into." His a** was still throbbing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:11 am
((That's the way I figured. In any case, putting Rage in stealth mode. I'm going to sleep.))
"Screw it. There's gotta be something around here," said Rage with a shrug. "Rich guy's gotta have rich stuff. Solid gold toilet or something...." He started to wander off in search of riches.
Or golden toilet seats.
He made a sarcastic, rude gesture towards Vahn on the way out.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:21 am
"....."
He just watched as the seaweed headed swordsman wandered off, yet again leaving Vahn to his own devices.
He sighed and tried to focus on that tingling sensation he had been feeling before--- like when a Highlander was able to feel another Highlander was near... although Vahn didn't know yet that it was 'marble sense'.
"Maybe marimo head was right... ?"
He looked again, walking a bit, before idly tapping the flamberge that rested against his right shoulder in impatience.
"Maybe I should look upstairs...?"
He turned, right eye blinking a bit as he found himself staring at a life-sized golden statue of... Jesus Christ himself.
"Didn't figure him for the religious type."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:23 am
((Any Marble sense you have will pick up the other CoJ guys here... but otherwise, nope.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:31 am
With a sigh, Vahn would begin the grisly and unsettling task of searching nearby bodies, even going so far as to scale the side of the wall where the stairs had been, so he could haul himself up and get to the top where all the guards had been pouring out of.
He scaled said wall by making handholds and footholds, by literally kicking them in as he went along.
He'd check the bodies up top once he got there as well, searching for anything.
In other words, if the author was wasting his time here, let it be known so that said author could go do something productive with his time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:39 am
((No, nothing marbly to take. Got some random stuff you could loot off them. Some gold, handcuffs, their weapons, cheap sunglasses. That's it. This was really planned just for something to give Tweak to do and some stuff to loot.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:43 am
Not finding anything of value, to him at least, he finally gave up and just kicked a body to the side, jumping back down and simply walking right out the damn place.
Let Rage keep his golden toilet.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:25 am
He supposed that was what he deserved for destroying two of their comrades. Even as he looked up at the crowd he cursed himself underneath his breath and threw his sword up out of reflex.
Not fast enough to really keep himself from being hurt, but fast enough to keep himself from taking two loads of spray to the chest.
He winced slightly as his arms and exposed legs were torn into by the pellets, blood now flowing freely down each appendage, but he didn't seem too wounded to immediately drop his sword and start up the stairs.
It wasn't fair that Vahn had to go and ruin his fun, even as he ran up a wave of heat blew past him, and next thing he knew all the guards on the landing were down.
He stopped at the landing, lowered his head, and kicked a body out of spite.
"Never get to have any fun."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:34 am
Tweak was all staring at Vahn like ' gonk ' and taking notes to avoid the guy.
He kept on good behavior while Vahn checked the guards and Rage finished them off. He had stayed behind when Athan advanced. Same for when Vahn stopped him. It was only once Vahn and Rage had moved away that Tweak, either by hopping stair remains or scaling a wall, got to his precious prizes.
Namely grabbing two of the cattle props and shoving them into his bag, as well as messing with the two shotguns until he managed to take the ammo out and slid that into his pack as well.
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[Tweak Gains: Two Stun Batons and...eight bullets? ]
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