|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:03 pm
Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien ((I flipped a coin to determine if it was a hangfire or a misfire..)) Alright.. I think it's fine. *Dante grabbed the pistol backwards and peered down the barrel. He knew this was pointless, because you cant see anything inside of a dark gun, and if anything was coming out, it would be too fast for him to move his head. Dante lowered the gun and started to talk when a loud bang was heard. Dante's eyes went wide and he fell to one knee, bleeding from his chest. He started coughing, and eventually blood started to pour out of his mouth with every cough.* Oh well that's good... now what do I do?! gonk Hey, don't die, I haven't found a good place to stash bodies yet!! *looks around frantically* I'm bad luck, aren't I. stressed *Dante coughs frantically* Med kit.. find a first aid kit! *Dante clutches his heart and rolls onto his side, then over onto his back, keeping pressure on the wound* I knew thaaat.. *disappears behind the bar for a minute, then runs back on all fours carrying the first aid kit in her mouth and sets it down next to Dante* oook... now... *opens the box and rummages through it* mortal wounds... mortal wounds... WHY DON'T THEY LABEL ANYTHING!?!? Just some alcohol and a roll of gauze! And put on some gloves! They should all be in there! *Dante coughs again.* wait.. first I need sime needlenose pliers! *pulls on some gloves and pulls out alcohol and gauze* pliers... *reaches back into the box and pulls out pliers* o_O why are those in there... And now, I shall proceed to make Dante's wound even worse with my magical incompetence! Ok what do I do here... *Dante grabs the pliers and plunges them into the wound, grabs the bullet and removes it, throwing it and the pliers on the ground.* I'm not sure if I would trust unlucky you with that part. *Dante tries to laugh, but winds up coughing up blood again* Here.. I'll push down on the wound, you roll the gauze around my chest, keeping it tight! *Dante sat up so rayne could easily dress the wound and put both hands above the wound, pushing hard. Dante then thought of one last thing. he reached into the first aid kit and found a surgical stapler, which he used to pull the flesh around his now stretched wound together, grunting with every staple that went into him. He then went back to applying pressure* I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things))
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:15 pm
Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:18 pm
Dante Rien Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun? Amazing. Right. Funny. sweatdrop *accepts the necklace* Fond memories. xp
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:27 pm
Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun? Amazing. Right. Funny. sweatdrop *accepts the necklace* Fond memories. xp Hey, if you can hit a man in the chest your first time firing a pistol, That's an acheivement.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:33 pm
Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun? Amazing. Right. Funny. sweatdrop *accepts the necklace* Fond memories. xp Hey, if you can hit a man in the chest your first time firing a pistol, That's an acheivement.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:39 pm
Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun? Amazing. Right. Funny. sweatdrop *accepts the necklace* Fond memories. xp Hey, if you can hit a man in the chest your first time firing a pistol, That's an acheivement. Yup.. an inch over and you would've killed me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:50 pm
Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun? Amazing. Right. Funny. sweatdrop *accepts the necklace* Fond memories. xp Hey, if you can hit a man in the chest your first time firing a pistol, That's an acheivement. Yup.. an inch over and you would've killed me. You're really making me feel good about myself here. sweatdrop
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 10:56 pm
Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly I wouldn't trust me either.. sweatdrop ehehehe... you stapled yourself... in some weird, twisted way, that's funny. xp Anyway. *wraps the gauze tightly around Dante's chest* mrarr.. bounding time... domokun ((sorry if it takes me a while to reply, I'm watching things)) Alright.. Woe'll be sad, he can't get back to teaching me Magic and flying and all that active stuff now... *Dante stands up, winces, and picks up the bullet that he recently pulled out of his chest. He washed it off in the bar sink, and brought it back to where his Desert Eagles, SAW, and M4 were. Dante grabbed his duffel bag that has been ignored since ho took the guns out and found a powerful drill and a small bit. He quickly drilled a hole in the bullet and slid a piece of string through the now deformed slug. It was dented, obviously from hitting a rib, but still recognizable as a bullet. He offered the necklace to Rayne.* A souvenir of your first amazing shot from a gun? Amazing. Right. Funny. sweatdrop *accepts the necklace* Fond memories. xp Hey, if you can hit a man in the chest your first time firing a pistol, That's an acheivement. Yup.. an inch over and you would've killed me. You're really making me feel good about myself here. sweatdrop Yarr.. I was holding it facing me like an idiot.. plus the motto is Glock: Perfection. You would think that means it works fine. it's not your fault, it's the defective Glock firing pin. I'll change it when I go home and we can try again tommorrow.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:04 pm
Dante Rien Yarr.. I was holding it facing me like an idiot.. plus the motto is Glock: Perfection. You would think that means it works fine. it's not your fault, it's the defective Glock firing pin. I'll change it when I go home and we can try again tommorrow. Try again... I don't think so. sweatdrop I'll stick with my evil plants and my wox powers... if I have any of those. xp
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:06 pm
Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Yarr.. I was holding it facing me like an idiot.. plus the motto is Glock: Perfection. You would think that means it works fine. it's not your fault, it's the defective Glock firing pin. I'll change it when I go home and we can try again tommorrow. Try again... I don't think so. sweatdrop I'll stick with my evil plants and my wox powers... if I have any of those. xp If one bad experience stopped any of history's great people, where would society be?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:10 pm
Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Yarr.. I was holding it facing me like an idiot.. plus the motto is Glock: Perfection. You would think that means it works fine. it's not your fault, it's the defective Glock firing pin. I'll change it when I go home and we can try again tommorrow. Try again... I don't think so. sweatdrop I'll stick with my evil plants and my wox powers... if I have any of those. xp If one bad experience stopped any of history's great people, where would society be? THE LOO!!! ...Yes. *ahem* Now, I must go partake in the consumption of feathers, cheese, string beans, and floppy disks, not necessarily in that order. Sooo I shall see you ...at some point. Cyaz. mrgreen
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 11:21 pm
Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Dead Butterfly Dante Rien Yarr.. I was holding it facing me like an idiot.. plus the motto is Glock: Perfection. You would think that means it works fine. it's not your fault, it's the defective Glock firing pin. I'll change it when I go home and we can try again tommorrow. Try again... I don't think so. sweatdrop I'll stick with my evil plants and my wox powers... if I have any of those. xp If one bad experience stopped any of history's great people, where would society be? THE LOO!!! ...Yes. *ahem* Now, I must go partake in the consumption of feathers, cheese, string beans, and floppy disks, not necessarily in that order. Sooo I shall see you ...at some point. Cyaz. mrgreen Umm.. right right. Have fun then. *Dante packed all of his firearms back into their places, including the SAW and M4. Dante thew the holster Wight Woe had given him on, put the Desert Eagle .50 in it and walked out the door.*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 10:48 am
*Aya walks into the bar, glancing around the place and sitting down at the table, ordering a drink. She runs a hand through her hair, crossing her legs and propping her elbow on the counter, resting her chin against her fist. *
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 10:55 am
Aya Hoshino *Aya walks into the bar, glancing around the place and sitting down at the table, ordering a drink. She runs a hand through her hair, crossing her legs and propping her elbow on the counter, resting her chin against her fist. * (Yarr.. there''s not really a bartender yet. Don''t worry, you aren''t the first to assume there is, though.) *Dante followed her in and walked to her table. With a little hesitation, he tried to strike up a conversation.* Do I know you? You look quite familiar. I'm Dante Rien.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 11:02 am
((Oh...XD
I'm not used to roleplaying with **'s... o.o;; ))
*Aya blinked, looking at the man who had just spoken to her...he did have a familiar look to him.* I'm Aya Hoshino, it's nice to meet you! *She smiled and tilted her head to the side a bit.*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
