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 Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:42 pm
Eh, okay, so maybe there WAS a way to stop the truck without that poor sap getting run over. As the blade crashed through the windshield and dashboard, to slice through the seat Ele'sear had been sitting in, the guardian's body having instinctively reacted to danger by becoming incorporeal, and phasing back through the cab, bed, and solidifying again on a standing position on the street as the truck went possibly another ten feet before having its tires shot out.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Chris looks through the dangling rearview mirror as Ele'sear turns to face the woman. He narrows his eyes.
Hey! I remember her! She's the one I almost shot when they took Garden!
Booting open the driver's door, he jumps out of the vehicle and walks back to where the woman had come to a stop, drawing Justice and Vengeance into their usual hands. A few minutes later, the surviving SeeD comes up on Ele'sear's other side, wielding the assault rifle Chris had left in the truck.
Chris grins, holding the grips of his favored Desert Eagles loosely, swaying slightly in preparation to make a rapid movement.
So we meet again, eh? I believe you owe me your head and several liters of that thin stuff that you refer to as blood.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:43 pm
( Mite I suggest this right now: Pause now since we need the GF group inside Balamb ... )
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:44 pm
(we'll pause the majority of the action, but me and J have a little thing that we want to take care of, that's been building since the Garden invasion)
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:46 pm
Chris Ganale (we'll pause the majority of the action, but me and J have a little thing that we want to take care of, that's been building since the Garden invasion) That works ... besides I wanna see this little fight anyway xd )
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 10:04 pm
There's a bloody blade in one hand, and a pistol with two shots gone in her other. She doesn't hesitate, leveling the gun towards Chris' head, the soft sound of a click, as the hammer is drawn back, her head tipping to the side just slightly.
She's eerily silent during all of Chris' talk about a score to settle, and blood. Its kind of like she isn't totally there, despite the fact that she is. The blade in her hand is flicked just slightly, sending a spray of blood across the pavement beneath her feet, lips curving into a smile that can only be described as freaky as ********, staring down the three. The one that troubles her the most, is the woman in armor. Damn guardian forces. There is an indistinct roar in the back of her head.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 10:14 pm
He raises an eyebrow at the flicking of the blood, then shrugs.
Okay, maybe I should've been more specific about that. I meant your blood.
Off to the side, the SeeD has also leveled his rifle with her, ready to burn her down in a spray of 5.56x45mm hollow-point fire if she makes a hostile move.
For her part, Ele'sear narrows her grey eyes menacingly, switching the position in which she holds her sickle and chain; the chain goes to her right hand, the sickle to her left. This is in preparation to swing the weapon and intercept any bullets fired in Chris' direction.
Hm. Guess I'll start then.
He performs a leaping roll to the side, in the direction of a random mail box; hey, cover is cover. While doing this, he opens fire with his Desert Eagles, firing two bullets from each. The weapon in his left hand, Justice; its bullets would create the effect of a Fira to stack on top of their normal firepower. Where Vengeance would normally fire a random status-afflicting bullet, there's no status effect to this one. An enemy immune to status. He shrugs it off, and presses his back against the mailbox, not intending to stay there long.
The random SeeD runs in the opposite direction, spraying fire at Kisa as he moves, seeking cover behind the corner of a building.
Ele'sear, meanwhile, holds her weapon ready, prepared to use it to disarm the enemy if necessary, but her thoughts are drawn to some other portion of the battlefield, some overwhelming sense of hatred not directed at the Galbadians or the SeeDs...
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 10:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 2:56 pm
((-reaches for the pause button- Can we continue with this now that it's a new day?))
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 3:44 pm
((We're missing a couple of players. Paradox isn't on yet, and he's controlling all the Galbies.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 4:50 pm
He'd find that he only gets about as far as 'guess I'll start', when the gun in her hand is pivoted sharply to the side, and the sound of the hammer falling resounds through the muffled silence. There is a spray of blood, as the bullets slam through the temple of the SeeD beside him, and he crumples forward to the ground in a mass of flesh, eyes locked open. Such is the way of war, one might say.
The clip is one quarter empty now, and she's moving forward, pistol lowered, as the blade arm lashes forward, slamming towards Chris' waiting stomach. Her movements aren't slow as one might expect, she's moving with the power of haste behind her, and she's going for blood, a little smile seen on her face now. She's also muttering something incoherent under her breath, as if speaking to something inside. So, seems things are different this time. There's a soft hum in the air, like the energy of something gathering.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 6:09 pm
((Well, that leads me to start on my own plot! ^ ^))
After who knew how many times Delan shoved the Galbadian into the wall the raven-haired girl finally pushed him down and out of the way, quivering once or twice as she noticed a blood-stained crack in the man's helmet. Readjusting her thoughts from sickness to battle, she ran onward again, trusting Angela to slice and dice the soldiers she went by. The gunfire was deafening, and yet it was mute at the same time. Delan's ears didn't take notice to the sounds - at least, not until one bullet brushed her upper arm, right below her shoulder.
The sudden shock of pain made her skid to a complete stop in less than two feet, and she focused on the one who had pulled the trigger to (strangely) a less modern revolver. As a line of the dark cherry substance rolled down her upper right limb, Delan could not help but be frightened by the sheltered head of the also unmoving Galbadian; knowing all too well of who was underneath the military veil. The young man was maybe an inch taller than her at most, with a considerably lean build that was only encouraged by his uniform. Lowering his gun into the holster positioned at the back of his hip, he fully faced Delan, clipping over the buckle to it as well.
When he took a step towards her, she took one back; when he raised his hands up above his head, she lifted hers across her chest and face. The adolescent with the eton blue eyes wanted to run away as soon as she had gazed at this enemy person. Nearly without her notice he had thrown himself foreword and onto his gloved palms, walking in that silly fashion towards her. Delan shuffled backwards as he did this with great perfection. It was the second that she backed into the wall of a building that the Galbadian flipped over and onto his feet - planting a fist full of might next to her head; denting the wall.
Her eyes became glassy courtesy of her overpowering horror, and she lightly touched her fingertips to his other balled-up hand that had crept up to her chin. She told herself to push him away, but her mind was totally separate from her body. The few seconds that followed were dealt with by the two staring at each other, both of their chests barely rising; and soon Delan literally bit her tongue to hold in a yell as he began to talk.
"I know why you're here, and I'm telling you right now that I'm not going to allow you to come anywhere near her," he spat coldly, harshly, his fist trembling as it tightened - much like Delan's whole self. "I'm going to kill you right now so you won't be a menace to us, or to my friends, and even to the whole damn world that cares nothing for you!"
His words (much like a physical action) scratched at Delan's reflexes, and instantly she had jumped into his arms, sending dust up as they hit the ground; each beginning to beat the other senseless. They rolled around for authority directly over their foe, and yet the reign never lasted for more than a few blinks. Finally Delan inexplicably hurled the soldier over her head by locking her fingers onto his shoulder gear and pressing the bottoms of her feet to his chest before giving him a great double-kick.
Both of them jostled to their feet, but Delan made the first move: a shockingly divine backhand followed by a hook – both directed at his head. With seemingly great ease the Galbadian helmet flew off and bounced down the street, a little bit of the auburn-haired man’s blood splattering down next to him as he was forced to one knee. The wannabe-SeeD braced herself for his next attack, although it never came. Slowly his eyelids uncovered his wretched green eyes, and they glared at her with a mind-boggling hatred. If a bystander had been there, they would have wondered why two people who had the same tone of skin, the same facial structure, and the same perfectly circular irises, were fighting each other.
“I thought you were gonna kill me, Curtis!? What, I rip off your mask and suddenly you’re giving up!? Can't you ever finish what you start!?” Delan snapped, some ire of her own actually rising up. As she said this, the male she just dubbed as Curtis rose up, touching his fingers to the back of his ear. They came back with blood, but he also bled around his lips for biting down on his inner mouth.
“Shut up, dammit!” he roared, instantly making her feel six-inches tall again. “So you got one nice shot at me. Big, <********>, deal!” Leaping at her once again, they fought standing this time. They exchanged blows, dodged with great knowingness, and blocked in a similar fashion. They were undeniably deadlocked for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 6:49 pm
In a smooth motion born of much practice, the blade of the sickle entangles itself with that of the sword, driving it out of line and threatening to wrench it from the white-haired woman's grasp as Ele'sear delivers a powerful jerk on the attached chain toward her.
As this occurs, Chris jumps back, moving to put cover within a step of himself, and brings up both his Desert Eagles, firing them directly at his opponent while she's momentarily entangled by Ele'sear's weapon.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 9:25 pm
If there was really something one could define as fear, the woman in black with the white hair didn't seem to know it. It was strange, as she allowed the sword to fly out of her hand, and lodge into one of the walls a short distance away. This didn't seem to detur the woman however, as the bullets flew, she snapped her body to the side in a roll, the thick slice of a bullet piercing flesh could be heard as blood oozed from the open slice along her blade arm. Something about her seemed unnatural, it was like she was driven by the force of death itself. There was no hesitation as she hit the ground on both knees, pistol fired in rapid sucession at the moving form of the Fragger.
She wasn't really focused on the form of the woman with the sickle, she was more entreched in the battle at the present, to worry about the Guardian Force of the man. There was a soft pulse from the body of the woman where she knelt, and the soft sound of a rumble somewhere in the distance. Strangely, once the pistol clip had been emptied, she allowed the gun to fall from her hands, crouching forward, as the pulsations started to grow, white hair caught in a strange sort of aura that rose up around her.
This couldn't possibly be good.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 9:35 pm
The fact that he'd been in motion toward cover was the only thing that kept his face from being caved in by the bullets. As it was, he can feel the slice of the bullets past his body as he rolls behind the mailbox.
As he does this, he places Justice against the ground, reaching to his belt and grabbing a frag grenade. Flicking the pin out with his thumb, he rolls it around the corner of the mailbox toward where the woman kneels, then ducks back behind cover. He neither knows nor cares what she's trying to pull, just that he doesn't want her to be doing it. Nothing says stop like a frag in the face.
For her part, Ele'sear steps back and vanishes into her junctioned state. She'll resummon again in a few moments, as a Guardian Force. She knows what the woman is up to, and communicates this knowledge to her charge throgh one word whispered into his mind.
"GF."
Nodding once, he picks Justice back up off the ground and waits for the detonation of the frag.
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