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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:49 am
Love? If Lowe was sure, he could be, too. So stupid, that he'd found someone to love, only to die the next day. Something burst in Marsh's head. All sound receded to a muffled silence. Liquid came sliding out of his eyes, down his cheeks; he didn't know if it was blood or tears. All the same, in the end. At least neither of them would leave the other to mourn. Marsh had no breath left to speak; the steady inexorable pressure kept him from taking a breath, and he could feel liquid in his chest. He was drowning and suffocating at once, and the bursting, snapping pains of things inside him being crushed and broken were insignificant next to the panicky desperate need for air. Much of his mind was taken up by that clawing animal need. The rest of him felt distant, quiet, peaceful. Miyako whined softly, a shivering note of helpless furious grief. She could not help. Marsh bent over Lowe, not quite able to lean down for a kiss; but his fingers slipped between his friend's, and his lips moved silently. Perhaps Lowe would see and understand with the eye he had left. I loved you too. Happy birthday. A faint smile. One hell of a party ... The tunneling writhing blackness narrowed his vision to a pinprick, and then he saw nothing but branching flashes of light here and there, like lightning seen through closed eyelids. Fireworks, he thought, fireworks for a new year they wouldn't see. He had nothing left. The world went away. (( Marshall Reed is dead.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:16 am
Coughing up blood, Julio stared down at Em as she continued to smile. It was so like her to keep that. But he too, was smiling. How could he not? When he had her now, even as they were dying together. Just one last time, he wanted to kiss those lips. One last one, before they were sent off. The mist hunter could barely move, nor could he see all too well any longer. The most he was able to do was shift his head up a bit, with his lips lightly brushing against the corner of hers. Not quite a full kiss, but it was all he could manage at this point. In his mind though, he had hit it right on the spot. Blood continued to seep out of his wound, as well as from his mouth. Mi querida, there's a light up ahead.. Can you see it? I think it's time.. the ball, is it dropping? It still wasn't time for that. Not yet. Come... let's go see it. We'll kiss through the New Year like we've never before.With one final shudder, his body grew still. Physically, his heart came to a stop. ((Julio Perez has died))
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:37 am
"My name is Clint," Clint managed to get out before the birds came. He cursed, bringing his ball up to try and block them from attacking. The stench of blood was familiar, but still made him sick to his stomach, which he ignored. The biggest thought in his mind was that he was on a suicide mission with a ditz idiotic enough to want to be called Owl. It was astonishing that they weren't dead already. HP: 40 - 15 = 25
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Manda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 11:05 am
Melly was about to pout a little bit at the rest of the team for not accepting her awesome nicknames but before she really had a chance ... it was time to go. As they made their way to the building, the girl was oddly silent for once, staring around at all the partying, the people around them completely oblivious to their approaching doom. It was amazing really ... even with all the hype about the world ending on the eve of the millennium, they didn't seem to care. It was just another opportunity to get drunk and go wild. .... She wasn't even technically old enough to drink yet. And now, she probably never would be. s**t s**t, no! No depressing thoughts, dammit! Shaking her head quickly to re-focus, Melly looked up just in time to see thousands of birds descending upon them, and above the winged menace ... what looked vaguely like a figure, pacing through the clouds above them. She let out a scream as she ducked, lashing about with her dagger but failing to do any real damage. There were just too many of them, and every one seemed bent on murder. "GET AWAY!!" she shrieked, waving her arms around frantically, trying to ignore the blood spilling from various wounds. Then suddenly, they were gone - as if nothing had happened. Melly looked around, a bit dazed ... and realized that Aiden had thrown himself in front of Ralph Piglet when the attack started. He looked pretty badly hurt ... "Hold still," she murmured, going to kneel beside him, and pulling out her bandages. (( HP: 25/40 ))
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Pepzilla rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:08 pm
Why did the birds have to clear...
Why did any of what he heard had to be heard? Dylan realized that even after the swarm of birds cleared from around him he still had his eyes shut. Never on a mission would he allow himself to run around blind for this long. When he opened them though he'd wished he'd kept them shut.
Oh how he wished he did.
Here there and everywhere the building was stained in their mortal blood, the majority of the (what he considered) plentiful team that had formed here was now gone in a mere instant.
It was easily distracting him from the VERY few still moving! Namely his own group! Dylan shook off enough of the fear to at least become mobile again and quickly approached Mercutio... and just stood there.
Gaping at his injuries Dylan actually contemplated using his bandages or not. Just when he appeared ready to turn away he shut his eyes tightly at a spine tingling scream and shakily pulled out the bandages he had left. "Juh-juh-jesus-" he prayed before using them on Mercutio.
In his efforts though Dylan's shaky composure stopped him midway leaving Mercutio with a couple scrapes taken care of. Hardly enough to fix what had been done. Mr. Weaver looked horrified at the discarded bandages as they quickly flew out of his sight into the blood, bodies, birds, or whatever may have picked them up along the way. ((healing Mercutio, sorry for the low roll OTL)) Dylan's HP: 25/40
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:09 pm
Ahahahaa, so there was that. Was it real love that they'd felt, or merely a love they gathered because of the tension that had mounted around them? Was it really love, or that suspension-bridge effect that Lowe had been warned about by several older hunters? Mistaking fear and stress for love, and all that?
No. Lowe had loved Marsh, and he had loved Em. Not to the same degree of course, as Em had loved Julio and she was someone he could adore as a person, but it was an oddly comforting feeling to know he was capable of loving someone again.
It was too late though, the person he could claim feelings for rested above him, immobile. Lowe wanted to cry but all he could do was vomit and leak, blood and bile in an endless dance.
LITTLE ********, YOU DEAD YET?
Afzal's voice cackled into his mind, the voulge resting against his leg. Lowe winced, either from the pain or the noise, and he kept his eyes focused on Marsh's dead face. He couldn't look for much longer as his other eye burst, the final wave of pressure too hard for his brain to handle.
His neck snapped, his vision went white as a roar invaded his ears.
HURRY UP. HURRY UP. THE NEW YEAR'S ALMOST HERE, I DON'T WANT YOU TO MAKE IT.
There was no response from Lowe other than a faint gurgle as blood spilled from his mouth in a violent wave, coloring the rest of his white jacket a lovely shade of frothy crimson.
No birthday kisses this year too, no pinatas and presents for the boy who was the Star of the New Year because of his birth. No more missions where he fought like he wanted to die, with no one to protect.
No more necklaces and bracelets, hidden around.
Lowe Merryweather was dead.
and Afzal.....? Just cackled.
FAREWELL, LITTLE ********. YOU WERE USELESS.
[ Lowe has passed on ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:09 pm
And thus, it had begun.
Piglet had quickly and silently adorned himself with the Argus equipment, the sphere lifting into the air with a flick of his sweaty little wrist, and with that, they were off towards the building.
Once stationed, Ralph's focus was on the FEAR vision in front of him. It was, all at once, amazing and terrifying at the same time. Had this been a game, he would've been so impressed with the graphics that he squealed... But unfortunately, this was no game. The images he was seeing were real, and they were most definitely threatening.
All the little dots began to converge into a huge monstrosity coming towards them. "C-c-christ! Shield yourselves!" The boy shouted, very much resembling a certain character from children's storybooks.
.. But what was strange was that Ralph felt nothing. He had cowered inward to keep his fleshy chest from being hit, but he didn't even feel a small p***k to the arm.
Peeking out from the goggles momentarily, he was shocked when the boy he'd met not even thirty minutes ago was standing in the fray. He didn't even remember this man's name, and yet here he was.
... That was what the mission required though, wasn't it? The sad truth was, as much as their souls begged to be recognized, they were all treated as the same soldier in this battle. The disposable, replaceable, and nameless toy soldier. But the nameless toy soldier still bled, still cried, and still regretted the things he didn't do on his concrete deathbed.
There was just no time to acknowledge the blood that decorated the top of the building, nor the sounds of their dying comrades coming through crystal clear from the earpiece.
There was no time to mourn.
"I'm on it!" The boy shouted, standing up straight, though his legs were quivering. Situation? Grim. Very, very grim. Yet Ralph still held out hope that this was only the biggest test of their lives, and not the last test of their lives.
His hands swayed and turned as he kept the Argus afloat, scanning and observing all areas he could cover. They would find it. He could feel it.
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chiickadee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:54 pm
When the birds had finally departed, Mercutio looked down to find his body ripped to shreds. There were cuts everywhere; heck, there were cuts on his cuts. Years of being a hunter had cut his body up- it was part of the job really at this point- but the carnage had never been quite this bad.
They had at least made it to their supposed destination (the roof) in one piece at least- that was a plus right? It was a big strategy in sports to think positively. The better your mood, the better you played after all. This was a team sport too- he needed to keep morale up for everyone; especially since the headset was relaying some pretty negative words.
"Thanks," he said to Dylan, as the other hunter patched him up. He looked down at the small grey scarf that Aki had given him, which made his eyes flit to the teal one around his own neck. Everyone at Deus Ex had a uniform, a scarf. It tied them together. Right now, he was regretting keeping it around his neck.
Reaching into his own pocket, Mercutio's hand felt around for the bandaids he himself had brought. The small wraps spilled out of his pocket, and he began to wrap places that Dylan had missed as best he could.
Juh-juh-jesus-
Dylan had begun stuttering some sort of odd prayer while he fixed Merc up. Now he was no practicing Christian- heck, he wasn't even religious at this point- but Mercutio thought a prayer sounded pretty damn good actually.
Jesus, I swear to God, if you're up there- if you let us live I'll become a monk and never hurt a fly ever again. A sad smile cracked across his face as he realized the prayer would never be fulfilled anyways. If he lived, he'd stay a hunter forever, and if he died, he'd be dead. He was a pawn.
Now that he finally had a moment to look around, he glanced at the stairs where they'd come from, and the roof around him. He instantly regretted it. There were bodies everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Mercutio thought he recognized a few of them. Even if he'd been on countless missions where friends had died, Mercutio had never really numbed himself to the disgusting death that always resulted. He resisted the urge to vomit.
At Aki's command Merc nodded and weakly said, "Can do boss."HP: 35
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:00 pm
HP: 15 + 18 = 33((Bandaged by Melly for 18 ))Aiden dropped to his knees as the barrage stopped, panting quickly as each torn piece of him bled and ached. His blurry gaze fell on Melynda as she tended to his wounds. "Ah.. thank you.." Wow, she was good with those bandages. While he was still in pain, he felt more together now. He was less inclined to be distracted by his flesh wounds now that they were patched up. He flicked his gaze upward to Ralph as he resumed his work, unharmed. His expression softened, knowing his actions had brought a good result.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:05 pm
With the helmet on she was getting antsy. Her sight was piss poor, to put it bluntly, and she was absolutely blind to her direct surroundings. What was going on? Were the rest of her team here yet or not—Flair reached up to temporarily pull the helmet off her head. She swallowed slowly. Perhaps it would have been better if she had kept the damn equipment on. There was blood everywhere. Corpses littered the building and no matter where she looked there were smears of blood and scattered feathers across the rooftop. Her expression remained startlingly calm when she took in the conditions of her teammates. She barely had a scratch on her, thanks to Mercutio, but unfortunately the runic hunter could not have shared the same fate. Scratches and streaks of red streamed down his body, which was also covered in feathers. Flair forced herself to take in the peeling skin and raw flesh that decorated her teammates’ bodies. Well, fortunately everyone else wasn’t in worse shape.
She sucked in a shaky breath as she watched Dylan tend to Mercutio’s wounds and as Nico and Aki began to guard. The scene in front of her was gruesome, but this was normal. So surprisingly normal, right? Glare’s gruff voice murmured in her head. It was smooth, even, and most of devoid of fear and panic. He was a gargoyle with a rock-solid calmness that almost-but-not-quite matched Flair’s. His cool demeanor reassured the woman, allowing her to don the helmet once more.
“Be careful everyone,” she called out as she directed the Argus into the air. Flair could hear the disc softly whirring beneath the screams and shouts in her headsets, but they were beginning to quiet now. She took a beat to pause when she realized what it meant.
Death. Cold, silent, merciless death. There was laughter in her thoughts, but it was neither hers nor Glare’s. That’s going to be you pretty soon. Flair shook her head. Don’t think that!
She guided the Argus between the skyscrapers. Silence.Everyone Ma’am. Who else is still there? Flair almost regretted it, almost. Did she really want to know?
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:09 pm
Cecil was gone. Seth was gone. Amy was dead. Adam's eyes rolled back again and he grimaced, not in physical pain but in emotional torment. He had neglected his emotions for his job, for his life, and he was going to die in agony. He had failed his team...
One more blast for Petia and a yell in the air, and he held the gun to him to him, his last comfort in this world. The Hunters would prevail. The world would be saved for their hundreds of sacrifices. He had done his job. They all had.
"Cliff," he groaned, aware that headsets were still not working, "You rotten old man, you'll be the last of us alive." He smiled beside himself and pressed his cheek into the cold stone. "Isaac... thank you. Thank you for staying with me through the labyrinth. Thank you for...--"
Everything was going dim. The world was fading away.
<< There is no need to suffer in one's final hours. Rest, sweet prince... >>
Strangely poetic for a weapon that generally only teased him.
"...and Zoey. Zoey, you... I--" What could he say to her? He remembered the odd giddy feeling when he had hefted her up on his shoulders, when she had kissed his head. He remembered the look on her face when they had presented her with her coordinated beanie presents. She was so tough. If any of them were going to survive...
"Zoey, I have to go. I'm sorry..." he murmured to himself, a smile growing on his face, "I'll be waiting..." He grinned.
The memory of Zoey's laughter, of the light in her hair, heralded Adam away to the afterworld, perhaps the only smiling corpse on the battlefield.
[[ Adam has died. ]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:19 pm
What was he supposed to say? Clint couldn't think of anything. A pep talk would be ridiculous when every time someone died it could be heard over the headset. Screams of terror, crunching noises, hellish sounds that made a part of him wish he could take the damn thing off, pretend that the birds were the only problem that they had, but Clint knew that wasn't anywhere near the truth. They were waiting. Listening to the same people that had so happily been kissing and partying it up die, one by one or several at a time. Their sounds, their cries, they lingered in his ears long after the ones that had made them passed from this world. What was on the other side? He was standing right at the door, and knew, somewhere deep in his soul, that it would only be a matter of moments before he found out. Dear Jesus, he hoped he'd been right in clinging secretly to his beliefs. "Father forgive me," he whispered, under his breath. "For I have sinned."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:41 pm
The Leader's voice was almost stern as she answered, "Keep your attention on your team and the mission." Please let the toll go no higher.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:50 pm
"I want you two to be careful." Profe warned at the starting line, his fingers lightly touching upon his headset. While Gear and Titania were both of the moon division, skilled at defense, Profe couldn't discount the many possibilities that laid ahead of them. He couldn't help but remember the odd anomalies that he had seen at their last battle; the several cloaked figures that moved with aimless purpose. A feeling of unease remained rooted in the back of his mind. And so, they began. But the final assault attacked them swiftly, marking them all with a cruel fate."Titania, Gear." He heard the their screams ringing over the headset, in what must have been a few seconds but dragged on for eternity, before the overwhelming pressure pressed forced him to the ground. " TITANIA! GEAR!" He called out once more, looking around for the source of the attack. He was forced down on one knee, the red liquid emerged from his coughs and stained the ground. "It can't be.." His pupils widened, the realization struck him far too late, finally realizing the immense enemy that they had challenged. Pain filled his entire body, his screams coming out as silent screams as his body writhed on the ground. Gloved hands clutched at the ground, hoping for some sort of relief from the agony and torment that his body suffered but only grasped at dirt. -- He tried to lift his hand to reach for the sky but he could no longer move his limbs. "Get up.. GET UP.. we-..pro-protect Profe..." The words came in, muted by static over the headphones. Protect him? Even now? What a futile pursuit. And still, he felt a grin tug at his lips. How ironic.. Titania and Gear, they were concerned for their teammates rather than themselves, even while being injured. How foolish. It was so incredibly foolish. "You idiots. I'm already-" His barely whispered words were cut off by another surge of pain. And yet he couldn't help but envy them. T-They were saying something else but Profe could no longer hear anything. Would he die here? Still, there had been one last promise. Profe couldn't help but reflect that humans were cruel creatures after all. They must have all known that they couldn't fulfill it, yet they needed a last substantial hope to carry them in their last battles. "Sorry.. we couldn't have the fun we promised after all." He murmured. Andy, Caelius, Titania, and Gear.. he was leaving them all behind. And yet, he couldn't feel regret for them. He couldn't say that he had much regrets in life.. No, he had done as he wished. He had left behind all attachments when he crossed the boundaries of science to become a life hunter. He had let his scientific ambition consume him and erased all remnants of what it meant to be human. The life of a hunter had been a game. His entire life had been a game, a scientific gamble if you would call it that. His death had been inevitable. Surely on the outside, on the surface, he had made friends and enjoyed himself with people. But even in his last moments, he couldn't cry. What sort of person did that make him? "I wish...." His wish would forever remain unfinished, unknown to everybody else but him. With the final fall of his body, his guns dropped with a deafening finality. A chess piece rolled away from the lifeless hunter.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:57 pm
The sight of Titania crawling, when he turned his head, was quite literally, at the moment, breaking his heart. He didn't recognize his bloodied limbs, crushed, malformed and a bloody pile of muscle. His body felt like it weighed an ocean's worth of weight, willing himself to turn. All his body needed to do was just .. turn. Goddamnit, turn. It was a fight against his own body, the one of two things that had been his ally his whole life. His other, being his mind.
Allies didn't give each other up, the ball curling in his throat like a bock of ice, told him that. Profe and Titania .. All those hunters on the ground and Gear couldn't bring himself to summon the mercy to think about them. Time wasn't generous enough for that. Perhaps, as a last merciful pity act, his limbs suddenly jerked, to pull himself from his face planted in the gravel to his chest upright, towards the sky. The strenuous effort stole a few minutes from his remaining time, running out like a half-broken hourglass. "Titania .. I.."
Profe's voice came over the headset. ".. Idiots--Fun after all.."
"PROFE. PROFE--" Gear said almost gladly, before Profe's line was cut in silence. A dead dreadful unwanted silence.. NO--NO. PROFE WASNT .. A pounding echoed in his ears, fading into the silence ... Was it Profe's heartbeat? Ending? A choking sob came from Gear. As much as Titania yelled, she must have realized at this point, Profe hadn't been far enough to escape. They had never been far enough. Most of them hadn't been, if not all of them. How many times had they joked during their drinking outings, that Profe would die alone? Either that or with a harem full of girls. Gear had claimed he'd die with his fedora.. Or Titania, Gear had hoped for a better death than this for her. He never wanted it to be like this.
If she didn't realize, perhaps, it was better not telling her.
His arm, nearly crushed to it's last nerve, only a flicker of life running through .. a bloody knuckle brushed against Titania's desperate expression, streaking dark red against her soft cheek. ".. If only I told you guys to.. get back .. Sorry.. I might .. have to ... you at the stairway to heaven instead .." A suspicious emotion pooled at the corner of his eyes, his last laugh, mixed with tears, pain and regret, echoed through their headset.
"Sneak .. me .. Profe in, a'ight? Profe's such a.. I'm worse ..Standing you up .. Would have been a great first date ..for us.. Now it's my first .. raincheck.. Ha."
Titania would know best that Gear's habit of asking nearly every girl out resulted in no dates. He had never been bothered by that, his proposals only half-serious after all. Not that hunters had the time to keep up with something so silly as a romantic relationship.. Although .. Gear had always told Titania of how awesome he'd make first dates, starting off with flowers, dancing, music and best of all, silly hats. He had always wanted to collect one from each part of the world, and for the most part, had succeeded in getting nearly a new hat every mission. No more hats now though .. His words were slurred and his mind was losing anything resembling the existence once called Gear. A small existence it had been.. He was going.
HE'S PROBABLY FULLY DEAD BY NOW ;;;
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