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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:47 am
Coming round in the medic station, Brody looked around groggily for a moment, then realized where he was. With a quick look around, he checked to make sure he had all his body parts, and then his weapons. Arms, legs, head, p***s, fingers, knives, gun holster.... wait. "Where the ******** is my gun? God damnit." Realizing that whoever had dragged him back hadn't grabbed his gun, he was momentarily angry, then remembered exactly what he had been dragged away from. "God damnit, I liked that gun," muttering to himself as he walked out of the room, paying no attention to the nurses, Brody went to find a replacemnt.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:38 am
"Sounds like the sensible thing to do," Owle answered Gabe. As they moved, Owle kept a lookout with her own personal telepathic "radar", a scan that would generally show her any mind sigs and their location within five city blocks of her. If she felt any of those zombies (and they all had the same mind, which she had seen and could now recognize), she was sure as hell going to scream a warning.
She didn't explain any of this to Drake, though. Let him be all nervous and paranoid, he deserved it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 10:20 am
((One thing about Drake: stubborn as hell. Once he's made up his mind, nothing changes it. It takes him a loooong time to make up his mind...))
Owle's thoughts on Drake's emotions couldn't be further from the truth: he is very calm about the proceedings, but he's frustrated that he can only see with one eye. Drake's eye sweep the area, searching for any signs of the viral things as he slowly moves along. His pace is so painstaking that it might infuriate those behind him: step, pause, look, step, pause, look, etc. He doesn't know what to think of the rest of his group at all. The crazy madman with the sniper rifle...well, Drake trusts him about as far as he can throw him. Which is pretty far when he's in battle rage.
Drake: If you have a weapon, you should use it. This is no time to stand idly by.
The gunner seemed to be the most stable of them all, and a peacemaker to boot. It was a first impression, and only further exploration would tell him if he was right. The healer...she was an enigma. She downplayed her own abilities, which to Drake seemed just fine. She was frustrated when he tried to keep her from needlessly throwing her life away on what Drake was beginning to suspect was a suicidal mission...gah. He hadn't given this situation the thought it deserved...
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 12:32 pm
(Joseph: I thought I'd help prevent having the city cleared out by this flood of good guys, sweatdrop Also, I posted Carl & Bill on the second page.) Weeeer, thump! Meeeer, thump. Weeer, thump. Was heard in the halls of a dimly lit basement after a Ymiristani Proto Soldeir Type E-IV actived. It made its way to the exit in measured steps, taking its sweet time. Nine foot tall, 900 pounds, a combination of viral infected human flesh and machine walked down a short hall. Tubes of green liquid ran up and down its limbs, they criscrossed its stomach and protruded from its neck. Thick titanium/ depleted uranium armor plating composed the massive chest and back plate, and the helmet which only contained a slit for sensors. Heavy greaves protected its shoulders & shins, as well as an armored girdle about the creature's thighs. It's right arm was 29 centimeters thick at the wrist, the hand being replace with an empty bowl fed by tubes that ran underneith the armor. The left arm was a combination 12.7mm machine gun with an attachment that launched up to five RPGs stored inside. The end of its thick foot kicked down the door to the building it had been resting in. It stepped outside, the Yaits Corp Symbol gleaming over its chest. Objective: Terminate Hostile Terran Lifeforms. 10111000110100101 Systems: Fully Operational 
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 12:57 pm
[OOC: Just a brief shot on my schedule as tour guide for the group. I'll be gone like all of tonight, Thursday, and early Friday. Then I'm around until Saturday when I leave for another night. Busy, Busy, I'll try to post whenever I can! ]
Even though he stood practically at the end of the line, even letting Owle get ahead of him, Tweak was by no means a mellow figure. Whichever eye, forest green by the way, was showing beyond his hair at the time was constantly shooting back and forth suspiciously. Even worse that he jumped at practically every sound made around them.
But this was starting to seriously piss him off. They would never get there at this pace! With that in mind he moved closer into the group and voiced it.
"Hey, ******** up front, if we make it over there," Pointing towards a street entering the city under the assumption they had not entered the city proper just yet. ", we'll be able to get some cover. This way'll take us right to the center of this b***h." Huffed up his chest and puffed out an irritated burst of air. This was his home town, bitches better listen.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 1:13 pm
A quick glance over his shoulder towards Tweak, who was giving directions. Gabe smiled slightly, stopped chewing his gum, and walked back towards the recently drafted kid. He stopped in front of him, then looked down the street that he was pointing towards.
"Good idea..."
He nodded his head in that direction.
"And since we're here looking for your stuff, why don't you take point?"
The smile faded, and he went back to chewing his gum, waiting for Tweak to take the lead. If not, well, someone was going to get upset and probably take the lead. He looked down at his watch.
"Still have nearly five minutes to get there."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 1:24 pm
((Kuro: Owle's frustration is completely IC. Problem is, she's stubborn, too... sweatdrop ))
Owle hadn't realized just how much she had missed this. She was marching into a place she had a good chance of dying, and loving every minute of it. Gods...she really needed to stop hanging around adventurers, didn't she?
So, let's see...they had a street rat, a soldier, and a knight...wait, he had a katana. Samurai then? No, he had an eye patch...pirate? No, pirates didn't have armor...
Samurai-ninja-pirate it is.
The only one she actually trusted to act sensibly was the soldier, anyway. He seemed the most collected out of all of them, at least in regards to his own personal safety. And theirs.
So she stuck close to Gabe, every now and then glancing back and forth at the other two.
She somehow doubted the kid would take point...he'd been standing in the very back all this time, eventually frustrating her into letting him have the backmost position. But, well...we'd see what would happen.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:18 pm
One. Two.
This was a bad idea. Shouldn't have come here.
Three. Four.
Yeah, I needed the money. But this is a tad expensive.
Five. Six.
Should have went to Disney Land.
Sweeping his left hand across the cylinders, they all spun on the well lubricated dial. Listening to the metallic clack, Saul swung the chamber into place and holstered the revolver.
Leaning back on the steps of the stoop, he reached up and righted his helmet. Chin straps still swinging on their own inertia. How the helmet had stayed on his head the whole time was anybody's guess.
Looking grimly down at the silver, black-plastic-wrapped dogtags hanging from his neck and resting on his black kevlar vest. Sitting restlessly, he fidgetted from the uncomfortable position of his rifle on his back.
Really, really bad day.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:36 pm
The street was so empty it seemed abandoned by both humans and the infected alike, except for two entities. A scrawny looking little dog came out from an alley between a department store and an auto garage, sniffing the road, it was somehow uninfected. Meeer, thump, weeeer, thump, meeer, thump. The Proto Soldier type E-IV Turned around, instantly scanning the growling little pure-bred. Status: Hostile Lifeform.
Type: Quadraped, Canine
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Required Action: Termination.A hail of 12.7mm armor peircing rounds slamed the dog across its face and torso at the rate of 20 rounds a second. In three seconds, the little dog was ripped apart, in five seconds, there was nothing more than a blood puddle on the sidewalk. Lifeform Terminated
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Objective: Continue search for hostile lifeforms in AO.
Required Action: Terminate.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:44 pm
"Gun fire? That's odd."
Gregory shifted his attention of the area and was rewarded with a block view of the location. Buildings, far too many were in the way; but he had heard the rattle of heay weapons fire clear enough. He knew the distinct sound and with the absence of noise in return it was clear that either the person was shooting at ghosts or had silenced their target.
It was a good thing then that this survivalist wasn't risking his neck on a suicide mission like another band of would-be soldiers. Doubly so that he was well armed and was confident that if worse came to worse he'd be able to do something about whoever it was with the machine gun.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:51 pm
Saul, having sifted through his belt pouches, had a handful of bailing twine. Right kneepad removed, he was looping around his leg, below the knee, over the pants.
Several loops around, and he pulled it tight. Few more, even tighter. He could feel the pressure in his foot already.
Too tight...
Saul thought for a moment. And cinched the twine even tighter before tying it off. Replacing his kneepad, it covered the turnicate completely. His foot hurt, a lot, from the lack of blood going to it, but he'd have to manage along anyway.
Saul didn't have a choice. Bringing himself up, Saul found that he was decidedly club-footed. Everything below his right knee was already completely numb, and probably turning blue. Saul didn't dare look.
Gunfire in the distance. Saul turned to face the direction, and listened. Good, solid, short burst of fifty cal.
Someone's packing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:51 pm
((The virus only targets humans, and close metas. Heard this from JB himself, so I pass it on to you. So it should come as no surprise random animals are uninfected, though it may perhaps be surprising they are still alive.))
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