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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 3:57 pm
Joe groaned as he continued running. What the hell was all this about, anyways?
He turned another corner and kept running, looking for a way to escape this.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:01 pm
Since his hearing was out, Paul decided to sit down before he fell over. Obviously his hearing wasn't going to fix itself with this son of a gun. He needed someone to help. "Athena, can you see if cyNet can get me some way to disconnect the magic this biomancer is having on me? I'm not a medic and I don't know much about splitting magic off, I've focused too much on-" he paused suddenly. His shadow! His shadow was designed as more of a deflection weapon, but it had to be able to block magic trails too. He snatched it up, pulled it over himself, and lay down into the ground, fully encircling himself with it. To be safe, he rolled slowly in some direction. He wasn't sure which direction it was, but it was probably further away from the freeway.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:30 pm
((Uh, SirBayer? He isn't blocking Paul's hearing. He blew out his eardrums.))
"Samuel, are you going to assist this or not?" Rice asked. The explosions behind Joe stopped for a moment before the Sage continued his casting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:41 pm
((Paul doesn't know that; Renard did some trippy things to him, and he can't tell exactly what's going on. Other than that he can't hear and his ears hurt.))
Nothing. No good. Paul sighed. He let the shadow slide away, still deaf. Rubbing his forehead, he tried to sit up. No good; he couldn't stay upright, sadly enough. Hopefully his balance would return soon enough; for the moment he was hurt and couldn't hear. Where was Siber? Paul needed his help. A flare, maybe that would get his attention. Switching to fireballs on the iPod, Paul pointed it in a direction he figured was up and pushed the button. It streaked upwards, then exploded brightly. The smoke puffed outwards into an odd pattern. Slowly, it formed into a distinct message: "Siber. Help required, I can't hear squat. Vulnerable, assistance sooner rather than later."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:08 pm
((Well, the eff is he supposed to do?! He has no healing magic, he's carrying magical weapons that already give him away like a sore thumb, and he can't stand up because his eardrums got blown out.
It's too late, but what would you suggest?
There is something wrong with that but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe... maybe "buffalo." Or "Buffalo."))
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:16 pm
((Check the link - it dissects the fact that the sentence I posted, without any punctuation, is legitimate.
And Paul was supposed to do that. That was just an excuse for me to bring in the few people in the city who haven't been getting in on the combat. No worries. xd
Also, nobody else seems to be here right now and the demons aren't going to jump you while you're helpless, so I'mma go play Fallout for a while.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:21 pm
((Oh.
Ha, I just didn't want to think that I had just managed to get my character to commit suicide.
Yeah, I saw that. I really honestly could not interpret it. I tried, too. It's ridiculous. There's just something psychologically wrong about that.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:24 pm
((I actually managed to get it with the explanation: divide it into the first 5 buffalo and the last 3 buffalo and it makes more sense.
I feel like I'm typing something incredibly dumb up there. But yeah. Fallout time until other people post. Not that I'll know, since I'll be playing Fallout. Or maybe watch Ghost in the Shell. We'll see.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:26 pm
((Ha, okay.
Oh! I get it! Snap!))
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:38 pm
((Heh. Buffalo. What a funny word.))
The explosions gave a brief respite and Joe caught his breath quickly. He was about to resume running when he heard a pop and looked up. Smoke trailed through the sky. Joe shrugged and was going to turn away when he stopped. Did that smoke look like an A?
Joe ran out of the alley onto the sidewalk and read the whole message. With Roland unable to offer counsel at the moment, Joe shrugged and ran to where the message was originating from, hoping to find out who it was.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 6:14 pm
(So I have just concluded half an hour of driving practice. Suppose I'll wait for Siber or Devath before I post more story.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:28 pm
((Hey, this is first time sorta deal, so any help is appreciated... just looking for an entry point.))
Jacob, or rather, Keilven, currently in an alley way, still trying to get away from the cops the mental ward had sent after him, heard explosions from the main street. Suddenly, a man overflowing with magical effluence ran into the alley, and right back out, heading towards an alley way on the other side of the street.
Keilven, deciding that anything that would get someone like that running away, would be a good thing to avoid. Thus decided to avoid the source of the explosions, and whatever was chasing the man, Keilven ducked back into the building he had exited just a few minutes before.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:36 pm
((S'fine. I'm still trying to get in all the people I can.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:20 pm
((Wtf? Anyways.)) Samuel nodded. "On it."
Samuel jumped off the edge of the building and burst into flames, his figure suddenly shooting into the alleyway after Joe. Coming up behind the rushing figure of flames, Samuel smiled and whispered in his ear. "Hello. Running from something are we? Can't have that, no, can't have that." Samuel let out a sinister giggle and spun away, slipping through an open window of a nearby building. The voice echoed in Joe's ears, reverberating continuously and creating a veritable chorus of voices speaking in soft, mocking voices, taunting him.
Samuel sped through the halls, breaking into doors that looked promising.
"...No?"
Finding a bathroom, he blew holes through the building as he followed the pipes to the city sewer.
"Hah, here we are."
Samuel ran through the sewers, following the pipes to get below Joe.
((Whee! Psychological games are fun fun fun!))
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