( Mission PRP ) Unfriendly Fire p.33 ( points! )

[Pixie Nyxie]

Noemi startled as the one named Gale gravved her, she remembered because he had called her a different name before. Stormy.

And then she was staring into a face that looked just like hers. With features too close to pull away from. "Lin-" She blinked, "No sé, arrastrados desde Faro!" She shook her head.

"Stay with Mark." She nodded, gulping down the large lump in her throat. "I can do this yes." But before she ask more of the girl named Stormy, the pair was off. Noemi headed back to the death hunter, summoning her weapon in case and standing near him.

"Are you..." she bent down to Mark. "I will stay and defend you." Five minutes for the hunters to do their work, and she would stay with you Mark.

Kuroopu

Ol-j-Man

Zoobey

 

[lizbot]

A golden glow filled America's hands as she summoned Stryker, sending a bullet off course, but not quite enough to keep it from nicking Peyton. Something painful hit her in the side, causing her to grit her teeth against a sharp yell.


HP: 48
Defending Peyton for: 1
Charge: 1/3

beejoux

 

[Nio Love]

Doctor's orders.

Damn her for saying exactly what he never could. For believing in him in ways no one else could. Damn it all, and damn the way it made him want to cry for joy.

Gale told Mark to get up, and Robert cocked his head in confusion, before reminding Mark one last time not to get up, and running for the headquarters. Mimsy had Shu safely in her arm, still complimenting him for things he didn't deserve to be complimented for. He kissed her forehead, and then kissed Shu's, before summoning his weapon and bolting ahead.

It was time to be useful.

As if.

Jezebel had the worst ******** timing.

Nothing Yet

Meegane

 

[Baneful]

Rep just wanted the sentry down and dead before they managed to call for backup.

Tracey in his thoughts was completely silent, displaying the same level of singular focus the redhead was.

The axe came down with brutal weight and efficiency while the man was trying to deal with Harrison and it was over.

"Gotta keep moving." Rep said, though he was certain Harrison already knew.

HP: 60
DMG: 8
Charge: 2/3
MOB HP: 0
Roll 1/3
 

[Seussi]

Fini arrived, and a surprising amount of relief flooded through him when she did. He hadn't even quite realized how worried he was for her safety, and it scared him to have to comprehend the extent of how much he actually cared. In fact, it nearly made him recoil away from her at the feeling. Was he getting too close to her already?

There was no time to think about it. Bullets. A spray of blood. Chel was down and things were happening. The crowd was moving, an explosion, the scenery changed. All so quickly, he barely had a chance to discern it all.

"Fini, Oliver, go!" He shouted at them both, immediately after Jack had done the same. Another hunter was approaching fast, and Finn was swiping away the blood had sprayed up and flecked against his face with the back of a gloved hand, before he dropped down to Chel's other side, watching closely as the other man helped her, making sure the guy was doing it right, surprised to see that he actually was.

"Chel?" He reached out for one of her hands, held it, pressed against one of her fingernails with his thumb and watched at how quickly the color returned to it afterwards. She felt cold, she looked...distant. <********." He muttered, looking to the other guy. "I'm going to carry her. She can't stay here and she's not going to move on her own fast enough." He proceeded to wrap his arms around her carefully, to heft her up. "Come on, jumpsuit. We're gonna get you the ******** out of here."

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chimarii

DarkHeartedSorrow

Grey Dragon

Ol-j-man

Kyrieko

 

[Nothing Yet]

Giggling was very out of place here, amid the gunfire and sounds of sentry battle, but it didn't stop Mimsy from doing just that after Robert's brief attention. She reached into her pocket to retrieve an item, cupped the cameo mirror in one hand, and bent her head to smile at it.

"Wake up," she whispered - and he did, as the vorpal sword appeared where the totem had been. Still grinning in the wake of her laughter, she curled her fingers around the hilt and elbowed a mortally wounded sentry in the stomach as she tried to counter the sudden weight.

"Oh..." A wince. "I apologize that I was not the one to kill you."

It was a very sincere apology. With that taken care of, she moved on.

HP: 60
Roll: 2/3

Nio Love

Meegane

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Harrison nodded and stuck close by Rep, eyes out for a glint of magic or metal.
 

[Baneful]

Rep stayed close enough to bump shoulders with Harrison and did not make any attempt to desummon Tracey.

HP: 60
Charge: 2/3
Roll 2/3
 

[its me debz]

It had originally been a boring, uneventful day, but a text from America and an explosion shortly afterwards soon changed its course.

In the confusion, with ears ringing, Kostya stumbled through the portal and emerged on a beach, not too dissimilar from the one on Deus for one key reason: there was a lighthouse.

In the distance, he saw Mark, looking worse for wear. Dutifully, he approached him and the others, a bit late, as there was already a swiftly dissipating crowd. He had at least been close enough to hear tail end of the Death assistant's words, weak and feeble as they were.

Take them down, he'd said, and Kostya knew quite swiftly who he was referring to.

There was nowhere to go but forwards, and so, he did.


roll: 1/3
hp: 50  

[its me debz]

Kostya found that there was no need to school his face into anything but his normal expression. The sentries let him pass, unhindered.

roll: 2/3
hp: 50  

[Meegane]

[ 1/3 ]

I can't do it /sobs


HP: 40/ 40

[quote"lizbot"]; ;
[quote"Beejoux"]
[quote"Zoobey"]
[quote"iloveyouDIE"]
[quote"Nothing Yet"]
[quote"Nio Love"]  

[its me debz]

Nothing could be too good to be true: as he passed a final sentry, he was given a double take-- discovered.

roll: 3/3
hp: 50  

[lizbot]

Another searing graze across skin and shield had America cursing quietly. Lashing out, Stryker shot forward in a brief, straight line and knocked the gun out of the attacker's hand. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Konstantin, and something inside the girl shored up and balanced, the chance obvious from her expression to the lines of her posture.


HP: 46
Defending Peyton for: 3
Charge: 2/3

beejoux

 

[its me debz]

A bullet clipped his arm, unsettling Kostya as the recollection of being shot by Lucky bubbled upwards.

He suppressed it, and with an empty-eyed stare, Kostya fired back.

roll: 3/3

hp: 48
dmg: 2
sentry hp: 8
fear: 1/3