One of Chan's eyes was shot out, the bullet lodged into his frontal lobe. He couldn't remember why he was there, or what he was doing anymore but one thing was for certain...he was a raging gunslinger. That was never a good thing. He was still losing blood, it was inevitable now, and soon enough he would die.
As a last ditch effort, he would give Jace a surprise.
Chan pressed the barrels against the desks top and fired off 4 last shots as the world around him started to fade. BOOM BOOM! BANG BANG!
Wood shards flying upward with the shots.
Knock Knock x2 Rank: B Description: A purely sadistic move of the gunslinger though it only works with shotgun. The shotgun is propped up against a wall that is made of wood, unless the shotgun can break through something more. You quickly empty out the ammunition of the shotgun while its propped up against that object the first shot rips apart the object sending shrapnel at the enemy while the second is just like a normal shot against them. First done by Zeran against the elven king Artenon pretending to be "room service"
Somewhat luckily for Jace the first shotgun blast was just a little off, the deadly shot missed but some of the wood shrapnel found it's way into the side of his left thigh and arm. The pain forced a quick reaction from Jace, he needed to be out of there NOW. Using his element he created a vacuum behind him, quickly enough to pull him away in the blink of an eye. He felt a bit winded as his back hit the floor, but forced himself to aim, his right pistol at the elf. Jace was in shock that the thing was still alive after all of that. "Yeah... Red's probably gonna be pissed," Red's desk had been reduced to little more than splinters by this point, and there was blood... and piss.... everywhere.
(Air Suction Used)
xxxSTATS X Strength: 6 X Speed: 9 (14 when dodging) X Energy: 1190 x WEAPONS Semi-Automatic X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 11(12 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 11 (12 max) Pump-Shotgun X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 8(8 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 8 (8 max)
xxAmmo 298 (300 max)
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"GUH!"
In a dramatic show, the elf fell over, bleeding out all over the place. Someone was going to clean this up...guess who? Go ahead, his name starts with a J....Jace! HUZZAH! Mostly cause life seemed to hate him for some ungodly reason, well not entirely it seemed.
Rolling out from under the desk was 3 shells. Now he just needed to get rid of the body and mop. Fun times! CONGRATS!
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POPSICLE WONDER These shells contain a special liquid that upon impact will do C rank ice damage along with the shot itself. This can not be accompanied with any other 'shotgun' skill but it does make for one helluva surprise! Bitches love surprises! These are extremely rare, once the 3 shells are gone, that is it! No more, Buck-o. Mr Chan once froze his left arm completely because he fired too close to an enemy...it took 2 days for it to thaw out. Sometimes it would still tingle if he jerked it too fast...very strange.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:34 pm
Radek Nekerat The Vampire Weapons Expertl ╔══════════════╗
Radek arrived back at the training zone as he looked around at the entire sight before he crossed his arms. "Uh... what the hell is going on here?"
Bag: Small Potion and Shotgun Barrel Energy: 550/550 Strength: 9 Speed: 7 Equipment: Iron Staff ╚══════════════╝ "...I will not be defeated." Lord of Dark Weaponry
Jace saw the shells and picked them up and realized they were cold, ICE cold. Clearly these were special and he pocketed them, keeping them separate from the rest of his ammo. No sooner than he had stood back up the new vampire Jace hadn't really met yet came in and asked what was going on. A harmless question and a good one. But Jace got a little irritated, by a few details of the vampires speech and body language. Crossed arms and a demanding tone made Jace feel as if the vampire were going to try and reprimand him. But he would give him the benefit of the doubt for now, perhaps it was just his imagination. Even so there was a slight twitch at the corner of Jaces mouth before he turned away from him and walked over to Red's desk picking what was left of the elf up by one of its ankles and turning to show it to the vampire. "This little ******** is what WAS going on here," there was amusement in Jaces tone, it wasn't like him not to revel in his victories. "Taking him down proved to be a rather messy ordeal."
Suddenly Jace remembered he had been pissed on and used a quick gust from his wind element to blow it all off. Leaving only the faintest of smells. He would still need a shower.
xxxSTATS X Strength: 6 X Speed: 9 (14 when dodging) X Energy: 1190 x WEAPONS Semi-Automatic X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 11(12 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 11 (12 max) Pump-Shotgun X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 8(8 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 8 (8 max)
xxAmmo 298 (300 max)
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 6:09 pm
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Hands don gloves, their leather squealing as both fists dug into the pockets of a matching jacket. Both were of fine hide, soft and tailored to hourglass contours. Under her right arm was a package, it's parchment nothing but twine and newspaper that neatly morphed over the folded content.
Each step spiked a ripple of crimson tresses, their shift jolting over each mound and then wafting in her wake. Once steady footfalls brought her inside, the feral said nothing. Taking in the poor excuse of a scene. A body, blood, piss, not that she gave a s**t. The seething twin spheres stared at Jace, immediately she moved towards him and right past the pissy vampire punk. "Put it down and grab a mop."
Once he dropped the body to the floor in a hard splat, a single left hand extended, heating immensely until the body burst into the flames and became nothing but charred bone and embers. Red finally looked at the new guy, fine features never changing from their somber reprise. "Don't just ******** stand there, get a damn broom and clean this up."
No one was above cleaning, well, Alistair was but that was because he most certainly earned and she has done her fair share of it.
Eyes trailed to the desk, shoulders drooped ever so slightly as if a sigh was called upon but none breached the pale vessels. Red picked up one of the dropped pieces of paper and let it fall onto the lacquered top, suddenly the desk collapsed and lay in twain.
"Well...great." She laid the package off to the side on the adjacent bookshelf and grabbed one half of the desk then the other, both were dragged right out the back doors to the training courtyard. It was bonfire time.
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Radek heard Jace's answer and chuckled before he pulled out the shotgun barrel. "Funny... I had the same ordeal with one at the cathedral." He stated before tossing Jace the Shotgun barrel, seeing as how he could find SOME use for it. He looked to see Red come in and demand this place would be cleaned up before he looked around to all the blood. "I'll handle the blood... I can get it quite clean." He told Jace before he moved to get a broom for the man so he could take care of the ashes of the gremlin's remains. He began to use a simple vampire home-remedy for cleaning up blood splatters, a quick breath in to get the blood off the floor and walls and into his mouth. He was getting hungry anyways, and the blood on the floor and walls was nothing new to him since he did the same thing in Gettera town.
Bag: Small Potion Energy: 550/550 Strength: 9 Speed: 7 Equipment: Iron Staff ╚══════════════╝ "...I will not be defeated." Lord of Dark Weaponry
Jace decided quickly that he WAS wrong about the vampires mannerisms. He caught the shotgun barrel and gave it a quick glance over. It was a pretty high grade steel much better than a standard barrel, he could see it being useful for blocking if jace ever needed to, but it would actually do much for his shooting, nevertheless he was grateful. "Looks like I owe you one, names Jace by the way." he would hear any reply he offered before Red entered.
Shortly after, Red arrived, she didn't seem pissed but set them quickly to work. Much to Jaces relief the new arrival handled the blood, Jace hated mopping. Jace could've used his element to simply blow the ashes outside but The new arrival had gone through the trouble of getting him a broom so he swept the ashes out the same door Red had left through.
xxxSTATS X Strength: 6 X Speed: 9 (14 when dodging) X Energy: 1190 x WEAPONS Semi-Automatic X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 11(12 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 11 (12 max) Pump-Shotgun X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 8(8 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 8 (8 max)
xxAmmo 298 (300 max)
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With the two of the set to action, she turned back to the pile of broken wood. Again she called upon a torrent of energy, an inferno flux that swarmed like gasoline over the surface and consumed it all. Higher and higher the flames grew. Red laced her fingers into the thick mane behind of her head, arching back ever so slightly as each wavering blaze was dancing to her tune. The reddened twin embers moved from the fire to Jace, who swept the ash and bone right out the door, off the perch and on to the ground. Most likely it would be lost in the snow since it was never ending and always cold, though she never felt it.
"Jace," It was low, but loud enough that he could hear the quip. "I know it is late...but Merry Christmas." Red doubted he had much of a family life, and he didn't seem to have anyone to really call as a friend. It was just this place, her and Greed. The feral didn't mind the desk, she hated the stain of it anyway, but with the sudden rise of warmth in her voice, it died and she returned to the fire before her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:26 pm
Radek Nekerat The Vampire Weapons Expertl ╔══════════════╗
Radek could've sworn that Red said Merry Christmas and merely chuckled slightly in his mind. He soon said, "I almost forgot that Christmas had passed us by... consider that barrel a late christmas gift... just make sure to uh... clean the blood off the jagged edge." He laughed a little because he soon continued with, "It was kinda used to stab my right arm by the gremlin I had to kill." He got the place clean of blood, seeing some strange liquid spills on the ground and using his own element to stream to the liquid and get it out of the place. "If you want anything smelted though... I can personally make it since I used to work at the weaponry in town." He told the man with a confident smile about his works.
Bag: Small Potion Energy: 550/550 Strength: 9 Speed: 7 Equipment: Iron Staff ╚══════════════╝ "...I will not be defeated." Lord of Dark Weaponry
Jack Ridgevale Rank: Trainee Energy:350/350 Strength/Speed: 6/5 Active Machines: Roacher Arriving back at the CAZ, it definitely didn't take Jack long to notice that some sort of fight had broken out while he was gone. However, it seemed that most of the debris had been cleared out, and his Roacher seemed disappointed as per usual that it wouldn't be allowed to melt something. Its master went back to his workbench, and seeing as the tinkering of the mechanist was quite mundane in its eyes, the insectoid machine decided that it would inspect the people nearby in case it could somehow manipulate its owners descriptions of trash in order to "clean" them. It decided to stick near Red, seeing as the pallor of her skin denoted that she wasn't alive, and that much closer to him having something to do. It did occasionally shoot off a squirt of acid at any part of the desk that came out of the fire nearby, but it was hoping that the woman would do something that could warrant her categorization as trash.
Meanwhile, Jack decided to finish off his list of gadgetry from the books he collected. The water and gas pumps would be easier to make, seeing as he already had a hell of a job with making the Roacher. The problem now was getting the pumps to mold with different prosthetics. He decided to have them as an outer module, so he didn't have to integrate them into the unit. It was finished quite easily, seeing as it was only the tank. [1/1] [Learned: Add-ons: Water - Gas pump]
Jack Ridgevale Rank: Trainee Energy:350/350 Strength/Speed: 6/5 Active Machines: Roacher
[spoiler]Supplies: Shotgun Clip:6/6 Shotgun Ammo:90 L Pistol: 8/8 R Pistol: 8/8 Pistol Ammo: 23 Sleep Grenades: 3 Concussion Grenades: 6 Add-Ons Attached: Night Vision (Scope)[spoiler/]
As the last of the ashes and charred bone fell into the now blackened snow, Jaces eyes drifted towards the fire. Fire had always fascinated him for some reason, and then there was the feeling of eyes upon him, not uncomfortable as if he were being watched but a simple comforting realization that someone took that much interest in him. Then came the well wishing from Red. She wished him a merry belated Christmas and seem to apologize for the tardiness. "You know the reason Christmas gets less exciting every year? I think it's because we start realizing people who care to spend time with us when that's what's important. But sometimes things get in the way, but the thought stays in our minds. So I wouldn't say it's late at all, it's the thought that counts, to put it over simply. So merry Christmas to you as well, and thank you much." Jace had a family but none of them were close, in fact he was certain he never see any of them again unless a cousin or other relative joined the military. But even so jace had no closer bonds than those of his friends.
Then Jace heard the Vampire and realized he'd heard the Christmas comment. "Even so a gift begets a gift wouldn't you say? By the way you got a name?" Jace would keep the offered skills in mind but Jace felt little need to mention anything at the moment and let his attention return to the flames.
xxxSTATS X Strength: 6 X Speed: 9 (14 when dodging) X Energy: 1190 x WEAPONS Semi-Automatic X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 11(12 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 11 (12 max) Pump-Shotgun X2 xxxRight Hand Mag: 8(8 max) xxxLeft Hand Mag: 8 (8 max)
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Radek noticed the new guy come in before turning his attention back to Jace and soon popped his own neck. "It's Radek, Radek Nekerat" He told the man with a proud smile on his face, it was weird, but it did have a nice ring to it for the man with said name. "What about you? You got a name?" He asked as he looked to the fire, with the temptation to put it out.
Bag: Small Potion Energy: 550/550 Strength: 9 Speed: 7 Equipment: Iron Staff ╚══════════════╝ "...I will not be defeated." Lord of Dark Weaponry
shut up hamlet
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:08 am
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The collected redhead said nothing to Jace's rebuttal, instead her eyes watched the small machine that helped fuel the flames. She thought of AL, it was only momentarily, but like time, it was fleeting and cast away. That was another life, which seemed so long ago. She was different then, very, very contradicting to the present. Even her energy signature, perhaps a collision of the wraith within her and its curvature.
Though, agitation set in, the vampire butting into a conversation that was not directed to him. Some people are better left seen and not heard. Violence swarmed to her like wolves to a lamb. "Well your mini vacation is over. Did you go on your mission yet?" It was rhetorical, she knew he hadn't and she would still press. The fiery form moved, coming upon him angrily to whip him around. Red was there, inches from his shocked face. "I was once like yourself. Human, naive and had every hope that the world wouldn't s**t on me. But it did, it always does when you are human. You struggle against a current that already damns you before you even step foot within." Her face tilted towards Radek, "Do you see him there? He looks harmless, a fellow comrade in arms. He dons the same flag as you do but the only difference is...he smells like ******** death." The feral let him go, walking past the vampire. "You touch him, in anyway, and I will rip your goddamn arms off and use them to stake you. Do you understand, Radek?" Jace was human, he would remain so as her student, and so would Jack. Even though both would eventually come to terms that they did not need her to shelter them from the storm. They could one day be leaders, in time. "I suggest you both finish up your training and prepare for a mission."
Quickly, one desk traded the place of another. She tossed some papers on there, made it look like it had been used often and then looked for Jack. If his machine was near, so was he. "Jack! Please tell me you are done training?" Digits pressed to her temples out of habit, she felt nothing, no spike of pain or annoyance.
Radek Nekerat The Vampire Weapons Expertl ╔══════════════╗
He heard Red's threat to him as he chuckled a bit as he soon shook his head. "You think I would go willingly changing them into my kind on a whim?" He asked her before he shook his head and soon stood up straight. "I wouldn't do such a thing so long as they wish against it... I have standards as to doing so." He told her as he looked to Jace and Jack and smiled a bit before he looked to Red once more. "Besides.... I prefer to make weapons and allies, not death and war. So I understand above everything not to touch him or his blood. Do you know where Greed is however?" He told and soon asked Red about Greed.
Bag: Small Potion Energy: 550/550 Strength: 9 Speed: 7 Equipment: Iron Staff ╚══════════════╝ "...I will not be defeated." Lord of Dark Weaponry
