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 Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:35 pm
Quote: And since Nix isn't here to drop a chopper on me, I'd say it's done for the night..) (Guess who. )
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:37 pm
When Morrina falls, Hiro freezes, and turns back away from the carnage of the broken street before him. He's almost compelled into movement, but he can't stand to move, not right now. He has to have priorities, and right now, that's defeating Alger so she can get away. Fingers crack along the hilt of his reverse blade sword, and the shifting movement of it turning in his hands, as he stares up towards the massive summoned creature. He's so tempted to call Angela back to him, but he understands that the girl, Delan, still needs her. He'll only call her back should necessity absolutely demand it. The survivors would be gotten out of Balamb and off the Isle no matter what the cost.
"Damn you Alger..."
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:51 pm
Peeking his head out around the corner of the building that he had taken shelter in, he almost immediately wishes that he'd stayed inside. That little demon GF thingiemajigger was not a pleasant sight.
Stepping back into the building, he reached over his shoulder and pulled around his bag o' demolitions tricks. From within it he extracted his Big Honkin' Bottle o' ******** Mk.II, grinning evilly the whole while.
Without saying a word to Rinoa, he proceeded to pick up three large pieces of debris equal in weight to the BHBoBM2 and an RPG launcher, then pulled a roll of duct tape out of his bag. Sitting down on the floor, he proceeded to strap the BHBoBM2 to one side of the rocket warhead, and the three pieces of debris to the other sides so that each side of the rocket still weighed about the same.
That task finished, he looked up at Rinoa.
Okay, it works like this. I give that big piece of a** out there a nice dose of ********, and as soon as I fire, you take off running for the docks and go hide in a ship, ya?
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:55 pm
As the chaotic blood filled streets ran red for the final fight against these damn Galbadian invaders Zell took off down the streets, running towards where the main fighting had recently stopped. It was time for the real fun to start, time to beat the living s**t out of the little madman who took so much pleasure in killing SeeD and ruining the lives of even little children who grew up in the Garden. It was about time the Galbadian scum got his face smashed in and his bones snapped in more ways then humanly possible.
"s**t, this is what I get for playing around with the shitbags ..." Zell mumbled this as his load footsteps echoed through the streets, bodies strown about still seeing as the area was further away from the carnage and not many explosions has claimed lives this far off. Zell looked up as what seemed to be a giant ******** war goddess emerged from deep beneath the streets of the town, the hell was that Galbadian b*****d doing now? Calling in his little wife to deal with them, pif, what a ******** coward. Zell just ignored it for now, breaking from his run into a small jog as he got closer and saw the beast in all it's glory, well maybe it wasen't his little wife but the thing was a summon that was for sure.
"Holy crap man ..." Zell took no more approaches towards the beast, hoping that someone had a real big gun right about now. Or hoping the Guardian Forces where still somewhere nearby, or in the best case scenario both where around. Zell looked about the carnaged area, spotting afew people waiting to engage the enemy and getting a glimpse of what looked to be the Bucket Head's little leader on the ground.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 8:17 pm
Alger shrugs off the effects of the pain he felt at the shattering of his barrier and sighed. Oh well. Equivilent exchange, he guesses. Both of them sort of lost their shields. He watches Doom rise from the ground and smiles. One of the three Summons he's familiar with, unlike GF's or Aeons, these are independent beasts, things with power that answer his call. Well..he had things to do. He'd leave the queen of Death magic and Ice to deal with them. Doom had her own style of playing with her food. Shifting his stance, Alger turns his back on the rest of the SeeD. They're children to him. Let the dark lady and Kisa handle the brats. He's done what he wanted to. He tested their powers and found them lacking as far as he was concerned. He'd wait for them. He just had to destroy the rest of the town..
"Oh well. It's not like it was a total loss. Maybe the death of the innocent will cheer me up. It'll be fun. Like a sing along, for the dead."
That just makes him grin as he raises one arm up, and a ball of red and black light forms around his hand and pushes up to sit on his palm...and starts to grow...
"It's too bad. This place had some nice scenery. It's not like I'd want to live here or anything, but the view of the sea is quite lovely. I'll have to recommend the brochure.."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 8:34 pm
Seifer felt a huge grin blossom on his face, peering out the windscreen of the big, heavy, UH60 military helicopter. Know why's he's grinning? Well, that's because he sees someone walking down the widest road in Balamb. All alone. Ohh boy. He suddenly remebers something he saw on a cartoon as a kid, on a show about some kick-a** daredevil military pilots.. He starts giggling like a schoolgirl, and screaming "RAVENS LEAD THE WAAAAY" as he sends the chopper into a rather breakneckingly fast power dive. He's headed straight for Alger. "Hope you had your Wheaties this morning, fat man!" Once he is certain that the chopper is going to ******** directly into Alger, he grabs a parachute and opens the door.. All of a sudden, everything seems to freeze.. Next thing he knows, he's in free fall, rather high above the ground, the chopper about a second way from plowing into Alger.. " Oh s**t, LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!!!!!!!!!" Seifer panickedly slaps at his parachute, hittting the key he bound for it as fast as he goddamn well can.. The chute opens, and he floats comically slow, touching down feather-soft right next to Chris, an odd look on his face.. He quietly mutters, just loud enough for Chris to hear.. "********' Wireless, always does this to me at bad times.. I'm a good pilot, I swear!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 8:39 pm
Doom isn't moving of course..she's waiting..charging..after the summon. The black skin of her body, like obsidian, shines in the midday light that barely peeks through the clouds that shower the tears of the forgotten gods onto the heroes of the new age..but all poetry aside, Alger can't help but raise an eyebrow as he hears something that catches his attention. He turns, ball of energy still on his hand, and raises both eyes to the sky..he can't help but be a little stunned at the course of action of the errant SeeD..
"Oh, no goddamn way. Well..this is gunna su.."
And about that time is when he just gets hit by said black hawk...whee, black hawk down..>.> He hadn't expected them to drop a chopper on his head. I mean, that was just so unorthadox..he figured them for military geniuses but if it gets the job done..when it contacts his body, it results in the energy he was gathering erupting violently outward, in an explosion of force that puts quite a large hole in the balamb streets..the road crews are gonna have a lot of overtime after this one...but looking down into the rubble, pipes, water and scrapiron..no one could have survived that..right..? There's no sign of any trace of the man under the wreckage..everything's buried to s**t..
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 8:42 pm
And for just a brief moment, all seriousness from the man weilding the sword is kind of lost as he turns to the sight of the chopper heading for Alger, and there's a brief raise of his eyebrow, followed by a vocal,
"What the ********?", glancing towards the lagged, and floating Almasy, shaking his head to clear it, okay, the entire world has gone mad, but he's trying to get his focus back on Doom, movement sharp as he starts moving across the landscape towards it. Can't fight it from a distance, after all. There's a sharp whistle that sounds across the field of battle, and the form of Angela drifts away from Delan, taking her rightful place inside his head.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:10 pm
He ducked back inside the shop as the chopper hit and exploded, watching idly as a large section of main rotor blade see-sawed its way down the street in front of him.
As Seifer landed nearby and commented about his wireless Internet, the demolitions expert smirked and checked to make sure his Big Honkin' Bottle o' ******** Mk.II was still in one piece.
Yeah, one day you'll get that fixed, eh Seif? You let me know when you fix it; then I'll let you fly the speeder.
With that, he crouched down at the corner of the building and brought up the modified RPG launcher. With all the excess weight at the end, he knew the thing would have more lag to it than Seifer's escapade had. To accomodate for this, he looked through the sight and aimed high up into the air over Doom at what he figured would be an appropriate height for the weight to drag the rocket down and smash right into pretty miss queen b***h's face.
Fire in the hole!
With a plume of smoke billowing around him, his rocket-charged dose of "PWNED" shot through the sky and arced down at Doom. Yay for lack of description because the post is taking too long to type.
In the meantime, Rinoa took off running for the docks.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:12 pm
You let me pilot it now, unless I crash into a body of water more than twice..Or that time I tried to fly Slave I.. or that time.. He's cut off by the thwump of the RPG, and giggles.. SPECIAL DELIVERY FROM THE HILL, b***h!!!
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:15 pm
Discarding the spent rocket launcher, he leaned his back against the wall and drew his Desert Eagles again.
I let you fly the speeder because I couldn't figure out how to get it off the ground without crashing. I let you fly the Slave I because I couldn't figure out how to land it and thus had to jump out of it from about 100 meters up.
Ah, yes, Hyne save the Hill.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:16 pm
The creature closes its eyes..all four of them...before opening its mouth and letting off a blast of brilliant blue energy in the general direction of where the rocket is coming from. Mind you, she misses the shop totally that the fragger happens to be in by a wide margin..but her attack collides with one of the groups of SeeD forces and explodes into a stronger-than-average Blizzaga..a third rank spell..it's obviously a tough little b***h..flash frozen, the crystallized SeeDs stare vacantly into space...as the rocket explodes right on her head..in a large eruption of fire and smoke and concussion..what's left when the smoke clears...will be seen when it's finally cleared..which may take a bit of time...so it seems..
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:17 pm
Heh heh heh.. Not to mention that time I tried to fly the Tomcat with you bombing.. Flew right into- HOLY s**t! Seif instinctively hits the deck as a huge beam of blue stuff whizzes by WHO THE ******** LET RYU IN!?!
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:19 pm
-The enemy car...HOLY s**t!
The Fragger, also, went belly-first on the ground, ignoring the fact that the blueness came nowhere near him. See, there were a lot of things that he didn't like. Anything cold was RIGHT at the top of the list. That included ice, snow, temperatures, and people.
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