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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:10 pm
The ghost burst out of the store refreshed and upgraded. Its armour was now reenforced with sleeping bags, it's insides ined with military strength tarp and a new weapon. Two new insisions were on it's back where the seams had broken. From those rose a two tendrils, on a insision, of quilts tied together. On the end of the knotted tendrils were "Flex-o-Tarp: Easy set up Tents". With the spring loaded rods chaoticly enhanced they could be used both as claws or projectiles.
Revealing its new form, the ghost let out another roar, waging the checkered tounge in the air.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:11 pm
"Should I be having trouble?" Owle asked, her smile widening into a grin. It seemed like she couldn't be unhappy while looking at that grin on his face.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:14 pm
Following into lock step he passed his brother by and dropped into a half crouch. The riot sheild before him with the muzzle of the TMC resting on a firing slit on the side. Moving foward at half steps Gammu looked upon the monstroucity before releasing an arc of burning thermite. Burning with such intencity that it was not your normal red, orange, or even blue flame; but pure white. It belched from his weapon in a stream that sweapt towards the fabric ghost like creature.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:18 pm
Gamma doubled back after seeing the ghost, no point in rushing something coming at you. Gammu fell into a guardlock position, and Gamma followed suit. Settling against Gammu's back he braced his forearm against the back of his right shoulder and the fourty millimeter cannon, that arm leading to brace the riotgun which he now held with both arms. Crouching slightly to match his brother's example they were now in a riot march; Gamma close enough to feel movement and follow it perfectly and brace his brother with his own strength and weight.
He chambered the second flare, and waited while his brother sprayed thermite at the hovering cloud of sheets and such.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:22 pm
Owle Isohos "Should I be having trouble?" Owle asked, her smile widening into a grin. It seemed like she couldn't be unhappy while looking at that grin on his face. "No chere." He hugged her tightly. "Not at all." He kissed her ear, his breathe on her ear and then he was gone as suddenly as he appeared. "Good luck, chere." His voice hanging in the air, the small scent of poppy hanging in the air.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:26 pm
"Thank you," Owle said to the empty air. "You too."
And she walked out of the dressing room, leaving the beautiful clothes behind her.
((It's about time for me to sleep, so Owlie's going to go into super stealth mode for now, I'm thinking.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:33 pm
Ghostly howl quickly turned to a shreik at the white flames. It would need quite the impressive weave of fireproof fabrics to survive that. Something it didn't have. What it could do was take advantage of the fact it had a full range of movement. His current position would mean the brothers would have trapped him in a pincer attack. What they couldn't do was go up.
Leaking a massive amount of cheap sweaters and heavy pillow coats, the ghost was able to make a massive leap up and over. On the way up the construct made a single attack action, the quilts streched out towards Gamma and the tent would try and grab him. A simple grappel action that, thanks to the slacking action of the quilts, wouldn't interfere with the jump.
But why leak those particular materials? To cover its a** of course! Just by being near the white hot flames the pile of clothes would lose their chaos enhancment and burst into raging flames. The particular crappy materials would billow tonnes of dark chemical smoke, and the jump would kick it in all directions.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:39 pm
Gamma spun, releasing his position from Gammu and breaking their marching stance. As he followed the ghost with the open sights of the riotgun. A quilted tendril, tipped with tent materials. Gamma fired at the arm itself with the flare, hoping to burn the quilted limb and render it useless once it burned.
Closing fast, Gamma raised his right arm bent at the elbow to parry the grip. It hit, and grabbed, but was still only a tent. Gamma's armored left hand grabbed at the tentpoles that were seizing his right arm and began to rip and tear pieces from it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:43 pm
Turning as their formation was broken he switched the TMC to his left hand as his right went to the 40mm gauss cannon. The weapon primed and ready a cluster munition shell fired outwards at the mess of fabrics. Exploding in a hail of fragmentations as the proximity sensor set it off. Bringing up his riot shield he moved foward and to the right.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:56 pm
And what an attack it was. The flare severed the arm from the main body, and turned the tent from a chaoticly inhanced tent into a regular old peice of crap. On the other front, the magneticly propelled shell would reach the ghost in no time and, you guessed it, explode into shrapnel. A section of the creature's side was blown clear off, exposing a small portion of the darkness underneath. Still, the chaos powered sleeping bag armour helped reduce the damage somewhat. This clearly wasn't your average laundry basket.
The ghost let out a great wail, and began to spew dozens of minature versions of itself. The smaller ghosts were made from anything and their power was proportianal to whatever that was. The washcloth ghost would have a smaller punch than the cannonball powered pilliowslip ghost. But they were homing projectiles more than minions, the lil' ghosties would zoom forward, hit Gamma or Gammu and transform back into their regular form.
The momma ghost was already sucking in air, ready to draw the projectiles back in the moment they transformed back.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:06 pm
Gamma shook off the inert tent pieces from his arm, and kept the riotgun trained on the half torn ghost. Now little ghosts were flying out.
Gamma made a mental note to burn the next Bed, Bath, and Beyond! store he found to the ground.
He decided quickly that these little ones would be a simple matter, but Gammu had the firepower to incinerate the larger. A squeeze of the trigger, and the zero penetration round zipped through the air and intercepted one of these little ghosts with a woosh sound; it was like throwing rocks at hanging laundry.
With these masses of metal the cloth would be made an easy target, but Gamma gave second thoughts to increasing his riotgun's output just in case.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:10 pm
Beneath the helm Gammu grinned as the mono-lens flared, his HUD was showing everything to him. With a mental flicker a short burst of the rockets had him moving laterally along the ground, flanking the ghost to its left. Landing with a tumble he came up on his feet and released another torent of burning thermite as it sucked in more air, moore fuel for the flame.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:26 pm
Standing up as the fire consumed the fabrics Gammu swept the area with his sensors. Looking to Gamma he wondered what their next course of action could be. Stepping foward as what could only be described as phantoms flying through the air in all directions tell they dispereced and were gone from sight surprised him slightly, but his condition kicked in and he knelt down to investigate the strange trophy.
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