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Inle-roo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:49 pm
Evan fought hard to keep a smile off his lips when Stormy started ordering them around. She was just too little and cute to take seriously as a leader, but he would follow her anywhere she needed him to, regardless. Through the portal, for example, into sure and sudden danger and a museum that could have just as easily been a library.
He shuddered a little at the memory as he walked down the corridors that Mark told them to go down, trying to keep himself between the girls and the front of the group. No sooner did the alarms start blaring than something barreled into Evan, knocking the breath right out of him. It took a couple of minutes for him to get it back.
((HP: 20/40 Time: 2min))
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bipolar bee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:53 pm
Just as he wobbled to his feet, something else whammed into him from the opposite side, and once more he was knocked the ******** out.
When he finally came to, he just laid on the floor like a huge baby and made horrible groaning noises.
Horrible groaning noises.
HP: 0
TIME: 4 minutes
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:02 pm
Nevada barely made it past the guards, breathing when she looked in another corridor. Another large wave of guards (god did they travel in packs?) before turning a corner, breathing heavily. She plastered herself on the wall, sliding on it a little to catch her breath when she noticed a body laying on the ground.
At first she was going to leave it, till she saw the jacket and...
"Tuck!" She squeaked, rushing over to the hunter and bending down, felt him up. Breathing, stable. Just knocked out. "I got you big handsome. I'll get you." She looked around, just a bit panicked as to just how she was going to carry a 6'5 giant man with her.
The only plausible option was....carry him to one side of her.
"God you are a lot heavier than I thought." Her small muscles whined with just the effort that was going on, even with her added weapon strength, she just couldn't shoulder him as well as she thought. "Mark, Mark there is too many ******** guards, what did you do?" She hissed in her headset, feeling useless.
Hp: 20/40
Time: 2 minutes
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Inle-roo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:08 pm
Evan was just about to wander back into the fray when something else slammed into him. The back of his head hit the wall, and then his body hit the floor.
((HP: 0/40 Time: 4min))
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:14 pm
"Okay...Okay I don't know where to go from here." She looked around, looked for anything. Anybody. That wasn't a guard.
It caught her by surprise when the tazer hit, hitting her hard, dropping both her and Tuck to the ground with a painful hiss. But just as the pain hit, it was gone and her weapon was summoned out of her own choice.
"No...No Leroy humans."
Hp: 15/40
Time: 2:30 minutes
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:22 pm
Another turn down the corridor and bullets grazed past her FEAR shield. A small cut formed on her cheek from where it past, but the mist hunter moved fast, dropping the guard with a throat punch.
She was getting really....really upset now.
Tuck retrieved, she started to look for whatever the ******** she was looking for.
Hp: 10/40
Time: 3 minutes
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medigel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:24 pm
"Mark, there's too many of them-!" she said frantically over the headset. Every time someone hit the floor it was like a punch to the gut. She saw Nevada go for Tuck and opened her mouth for some order, any order--
And then something heavy struck her, bowling the Mist trainee over like a strong wind overwhelmed a feather. She crumpled to the ground and felt her shield break, the pain but a quick burst before her vision grew dark.
The staff was still held close to her as she faded, a last minute thought to protect it somehow making it through before Stormy's lights went out completely.
[ -10 HP // woulda been 5 min gg ]
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:26 pm
Nevada shoved into a room, sliding down the door and breathing. No guards...Nothing. Sweet blessed quiet. Her sleeve of her jacket came up, wiping the blood from her cheek as she stared at Tuck and steeled herself.
"Come on Mark, One more minute, Come on Mark."
Hp: 10/40
Time: 4 minutes
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:29 pm
Would help if I rolled omg nervous
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:30 pm
"Hey...Anyone from the team still alive? I've got Tuck and we're in a room...somewhere..." She hissed as she felt the crackle of the headset. "Stormy? Evan....Sherry? You guys okay?"
The temporary relief from the guards was short lived though, and with no answer from the team...she feared the worse as they stormed her room, pulling out batons. Her eyes widened with fear, She she moved in front of Tuck so that he wouldn't take any of the blows. She felt her FEAR shield cracking....
And then the pain radiated stars in front of her...swallowed by darkness as she collapsed on Tuck's form.
She would apologize to Tuck...if they made it through this. She tried handsome. She tried so hard.
Hp: 0/40
Time: 5 minutes
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Grifferie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:38 pm
Sherry spent her first minute or so dodging bullets. The next was more blunt object and goon dodging. What exactly had they been dropped in the middle of? Wasn't this supposed to be simple? Hoards of guards trying to take you out was not simple. It was annoying and it kind of hurt.
Judging from the crackles on the headsets, everyone was having a hard time with this.
Not that she had time to respond right then. Guards. They kept trying to hit her, ok. She was not happy.
[HP: 35/50
Time: 1:30 ]
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Grifferie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:44 pm
Gunfire was, in all honesty, far more nerve wracking for Sherry than a horde of guards trying to hit her. She was used to people with blunt objects. She was not used to projectiles, and she certainly couldn't think of anything other than humans that used guns, not off the top of her head. So she wasn't exactly pleased with the guard that decided drawing his silly little gun was a good idea.
If any noise from Sherry was going over the headset, it was only some huffing and puffing as she did what she could to ditch the guard with the gun. She didn't like the way the bullets kept coming so darn close. It was scary, ok.
[HP: 30/50
Time: 2:00]
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Grifferie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:51 pm
Huffing and puffing was what Sherry was doing, having found a small corner, somehow, where no one was shooting at her.
"Hey," she whispered into the headset. Finally, a moment she could spare to check in... things seemed far too quiet. "Guys--"
What hit her, she'd never know. She would find a bruise though, if she lived long enough to go looking for it. As she slid down the wall, she didn't think that would be a problem. Things were not going well.
And judging from the headset chatter, or lack of, it wasn't well for anyone. Crap.
[HP: 5/50
Time: 4:00]
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Grifferie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:59 pm
Silence was her friend...as were unlocked doors with no guards behind them. A room. A quiet little room with no one trying to take her head off. A moment to breath, a moment to check in. "Guys," she was still whispering. "Guys?" She'd heard Nevada earlier, hadn't she...and the others. But now... "Status update? Anyone? Stormy? Nevada?..." What were the names of the other two again? Crap. She could feel her fear shield, weak and close to breaking. Those guards were pretty serious. The seconds ticked by, and Sherry's only answer was silence. "Mark. What the hell is going on?" Clearly he should know. The alarms had been all his fault anyway, right? Sherry bit her lip, considering her options. Staying in this room was not going to help anyone, and neither would getting getting lost or killed by some goon. The best course of action would clearly be... going and finding everyone. So Sherry walked over to the door. "Mark, have you fixed it yet?" She didn't wait for an answer before venturing back out into the hall. She missed her team. [HP: 5/50 Time: 5:00-- Yay?]
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 4:56 pm
There was a shuffling noise behind Sherry, the only survivor remaining of the team -
- And then her lights went out as well.
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When the five of them woke up, they would find themselves distinctly lacking headsets or any sort of actual equipment, including any Runic gear involved. It was dark, almost too dark, and each of them seemed to be bound with their wrists tied behind their backs.
Outside there were people talking, loud noises, rustling, and then the barest snippets of conversation.
"- Think they were related to Dave's team?"
- "I don't think so, I've seen nothing like them, and they dress weird. What's with that weird outfit design and did you see-"
- The alarms went off again, yellow lights flickering across the room as well in and out, revealing they were locked in some sort of boiler room, complete with empty boxes and lack of windows. More shouts, scrambling outside, and then the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Whatever Mark wanted was probably extremely valuable and well guarded. It really did not seem like a conventional museum, not with the armed security guards and open fire going on in the background.
A few seconds later the wall behind them began to make odd ticking noises and then -
- Dust, smoke, a bright flash of light that would blind some of the prisoners for quite a few seconds. A shape emerged from the debris, a familiar one, if not slightly on the lanky side. He had strapped to his head the strangest looking visor-slash-headgear set attached with rudimentary multi-coloured wires attached to a remote control-looking device mostly coiled with wires. "I got your stuff-" Mark took out what looked like a bag wound with rope, pulling out some of the missing gear including Stormy's gift - "But I like see, okay, I might have like, sort of misjudged. Kind of. It's not really my fault you took so long okay, don't hurt me!" He reflexively hunched back, as if expecting someone to possibly throw him out the window for that comment. Upon realizing everyone was cuffed, the Death assistant blinked a couple of times and owlishly pulled out from his bag a pair of small, durable shears and snapped away.
There were more noises from the outside, coming from the open wall.
"Oh s**t!" Mark seemed to hesitate between staying and fleeing for his life. "I'll um, I'll distract them, you find the- the thing the other way!!" He shot out of the hole in the wall and bolted left, which probably meant the thing was to their right. How the apparatus he was wearing still stuck on his head was another question entirely.
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