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Post by Krane Asiv on Sept 13, 2010 16:38:51 GMT -8
The huge weapon smashed in the ground nearly right in front of Spike. The young Sudeki took to the air kicking off the spear and towards the Tower Knight, but the beast had moved just eough for Spike to miss and land in a roll, cutting off the bokken handle. He was retreating, which was good. A truck? The Tower Knight was heading towards it, some baton was hurled at the Tower Knight in vain. Spike looked to who had thrown it, the guy looked so high on drugs it was amazing he had that much aim. Either way the Tower Kight looked like he was back in the game.
Spike put the bokken handle back on his belt and got ready to go toe to toe with whatever came his way. As he re activated his true Qi, at a lower level the black fire erupting from his right arm as he turned so his left faced the knight, hiding the right arm behind him. Spike was about to go on th offensive when a large crate suddenly feel so fast there was no reaction time, from the rubble stood a man though, he seemed scarred and...
~Are those surgical audmentation scars?~
That would only matter for so long as the guy attacked. Spike tried to follow, but it was too late, some guy with a chinsaw attacked him mid way killing him with it.
~No!~
Spike turned his Qi up higher going all the way to his advanced level of Qi and came towards the man with the chainsaws left side. He waited to see who's side he was on. This battle was getting stranger and stranger.
"Make a single move of agression and I swere you'll follow your brother into the next world."
~What was that?~
There was something wrong. Something was eating at Spike... It was strange, the smile on his face was darring this guy with the chainsaw to make a move of agression. Spike wanted this guy to challange him. He could feel the urge, the desire for the chance to put his life on the line in combat. That went against everything Spike was about. Sure the Sudeki loved battle, they did crave it, but that was ancient history... This new feeling put Spike in a place he didn't want to be. He had to resist it, he had to fight this guy OLY if he continued to be agressive.
"Whats a matter?"
~Stop talking.~
"Dont got it in ya to kill twice in the same day?"
~Stop it.~
Spike felt as though he had no control now. Did he inherit more from his father than he thought? What was the cause of this behavior? It didn't matter, Spike's fighting instincts where prepared, his body was perfectly still, his eyes focused, he rolled his shoulders simply the coat around him falling quickly slamming the ground, indenting its self, showing prowess, issueing a non-verbal challange. Spike's eyes started to change tot he deep sapphire blue of his father.
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Spike's current stats.
Strength: 158 Dexterity: 130 Constitution: 40 Intelligence: 30 Wisdom: 31 Charisma: 41 (-10 from use of the Bokken)
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2010 19:46:29 GMT -8
"Calvin talk slower dammit...I can't understand you. Tell me where to meet you and who the hell I'm fighting....OOOH~ I haven't ridden one of these babies in a while." Why did she give this kid her number? Trouble already,....and she had a bad feeling about this. But to hell with it. Little brother needed saving...did she honestly just call him that in her own head? She hopped onto the motorcycle (bright yellow) and put in her blue-tooth before shoving on the helmet over her head. Kicking the stand she revved the bike into gear and then with a loud screech she was one the road.
"Come on kid, I'm almost to the school...I need coordinates"
She felt her cane in the side compartment and her sword was there as well. Dammit she forgot her guns....she knew she was feeling rather light tonight. Too late to go back now, she shoved the bike into a faster gear. Her bandaged hands and arms as well as the rest of her body was like a body suit in an of itself. She wore a rather old outfit...smirking, ah.....she would need to call cookie. He would enjoy this from her.
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Post by "Adam" on Sept 13, 2010 21:33:21 GMT -8
They were somewhere safe [/color] "Adam nodded appreciatedly towards his newfound companion. As she nodded towards him he slowly let down the injured girl. Tenderly, like a newborn babe. The lady followed his lead, which was different to him, he slowly, uncertainly lowered the girl to the ground. He saw a man pass by them, rather quickly, though since the lady didn't make much note of his passing by, "Adam" supposed he wasn't an enemy. "Thank you for the help, I'm headed back in."He watched wide eyed as she went back towards the danger. Was she meaning to help other people? Did she plan on abandoning them? He had no clue, but she did not seem the person to do such a thing. However, why she left and did not treat this girl was beyond him. She was in dire need or assistance. Even as he looked down on her--- "Please....stop.. hurt"The injured one grabbed his leg. He looked down and hummed sympathetically to her. He crouched down on all fours, which he was more accustomed to, and sniffed her. She smelled of death. On the island, it would most likely have been too late and death would probably be the only thing that could save her from the pain. A deep sadness welled up in his eyes, and he brought his hand out to stroke her hair back. If she were to retreat from his hands, he would quickly pull his hand back, and put that hand on top of his heart, showing his sincerety. If not, he would still retract his hand fast and become more self-reflective than ever for a few moments. This girl can be saved. "Adam" moved over to a nearby drinking fountain, and put some water in his cupped hands. Then, shuffling awkwardly on his two feet upright, he would return to the girl and attempt to give her water. If she did not accept it, he would try to use the water to clean her wounds to an extent, or drink it himself. There was not much he could do for her at this moment other than watch over her. He was not very accustomed to his surroundings, did not know the plantlife that was around him. If he was in the jungle, he could have easily acquired the herbs and leaves useable for first aid. It would take him at least a day to be familiar with the plants and as close as you could get to wildlife here. So he sat, cross legged in front of her, watched her, and tried to make her comfortable as possible, helping her readjust herself if she wanted, or using his shirt as a neck support. {Adam has acquired "Protective" Trait} {Adam has unlocked relationship: Sympathy, for Jessica (Jessie) McCarthy Strength: Moderate-High}
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 16, 2010 2:59:34 GMT -8
OOC: Pardon the wait, could have been a lot more detailed. I'll be working on getting my Personal NPCs completely done within the day.ON A MILDLY UNRELATED NOTE “What good will getting involved do, exactly? What are we trying to accomplish? What the f*** is even going on?”Prior to anything else... the German would flash a quick smile at this, before continuing on. And that was the right question. The phone rang, while they had been walking, and "Unfettered" continued to issue out orders with a feel of nonchalant. His eye, however, kept sliding back to Vespyr's, silently noting to himself certain things. "Mm. Ve're heading into position into... ja. Zat building. Green is assigned to the opposing rooftop. He's to make use of zat spy megaphone vith ze recorders. Tai, you'll need to convince Dora to stay vith you on standby in the parking lot. Do not engage. Marina... I'll see you soon.---"Keeping his voice to an almost low whisper as they continued, he finally hung up the phone, still making note of Vespyr's face. There was nothing to gauge from it. This in itself made the German ponder...--- " They will find us here, if they come over.." "Then let them." They were within earshot. Vespyr heard it first, then made the most frightening face that the German had ever seen. A fearful one.
...Was that fear?
Her usually calm amethyst eyes were wide with something. The German looked at her with an almost overconfident "hm?" sort of look, raising a brow. In turn, Vespyr responded with a lean-in and a whisper so low... only the German could possibly hear it.“You should go. There might be trouble if you stick with me.”In an almost half-joking mannerism, the German would've wanted to repeat "what" but his face was failing to catch onto the humor, his lips pursed and his eye calm, waiting.
And then a pivot... and the German would walk off, a bit obediently, not giving Vespyr the chance to even look back at him. A bit too obediently.
...The German smiled to himself, his face unreadable, as he descended back to the floor preceding the stairs...* * * * * * * * * * * * * A muffled demand was heard from upstairs, the voice unmistakable. But the German's face was calm, Marina positioning up his arms, as he began to wear what he recognized to be his... completely ridiculous-looking equipment.
"Green" was in position, hiding his gear nonchalantly behind him before ducking a bit obvious behind the first wall.
Dora remained unconvinced and was perfectly happy to sit in the wall while the shit hit the fan in the rest of the parking lot, watching the random carnage, while Tai stood outside the vehicle, clearly unhappy about the entire situations. His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked about unhappily.
In a low-instructed whisper, "Unfettered" pointed Marina off into the room adjacent to the stairs, with a curious smile...
Meanwhile, "Unfettered" contented himself to walk right up to the door that Vespyr all but forbade him from going through... and would wait, standing there, his left hand gripped on the railing as he waited. Holding his phone up to his ear in his right hand as he kept on the line with absolutely nothing, the German waited patiently. Three canisters were covered (their colors impossible to tell, holstered pointing up, ready to be jammed straight into his back should he even lean back a little bit. And kept on smiling and waiting, with a scary looking eye. Waiting.
Waiting for...?
"Unfettered's" Statistics: All Items Excluding "Cheap English Made Kevlar Vest," "Maxwell's Silver Hammer," "Sol's Baton," "Ambition," Or "Hilaga" Strength: 50 + 17 = 67 Dexterity: 35 + 19 = 54 Constitution: 60 + 37 = 97 Intelligence: 60 + 11 = 71 Wisdom: 60 + 13 = 73 Charisma: 60 + 14 = 74
Item Effects Will Be Noted On A Need-To-Know Basis...
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Post by Scene on Sept 18, 2010 0:52:26 GMT -8
"Sir, do you wish us to move position and come to your aid?"
"No, not yet. Let her come. Keep yourself and the others from view. Stick to the plan."
"Yes sir."
Scene brought his concentration back to Vespyr, ignoring the mic inserted into his left eardrum as the boy gave orders from a distance. None there could hear it, or knew of it, but still, the mastermind of Movement knew all....or, should he say, expected all. He stood, walking his way across the roof and stepping up directly to the face of Vespyr. He stared at her, before glancing around himself quickly to analyze the situation. He leaned in smelling her slowly and quietly.
"Ahhhh."
He would turn back to the edge of the roof, his back to the door, almost as through he didn't care about the girl there. He walked forward slowly, whistling a light tune. "The wheels on the bus go round and round" Was it... the others, on hearing it, packed up faster then most would have thought possible, jumping off the roof at different angles, sliding down poles, landing on fire escapes and even crashing through windows. Scene stopped when he reached the edge of the roof, speaking of "Unfettered" as he turned around to face Vespyr again.
"You know, i always wanted to meet your friend. 'What was the leader of the most notorious gang at 259 like?' I'd ask myself...and you know what i would say? 'Self,' I'd say, 'Who knows. But i would dearly like to meet him.'." Scene took a deep breath. "Yet, i could never find him. Man...if only i had known my closest counterpart was his...friend." Scene knew all about the Correctional facility incident, about the army "Unfettered" had organized and used to overthrow the staff and destroy the building. His eyes stared long and hard into Vespyrs, not wanting to say too much just in case she was bugged. "Me and you..." His eyes staring like a slap in the face- cold, malicious.
"We're gonna need to have a talk."
And with that, he would jump up and backward, turning sideways so his right side faced out toward the commotion, his left facing toward the school. His left hand would grip the sill of an exposed window lining, giving enough strength for him to twist his body, using it like a swing to crash inward through the window before it broke away. Then he would walk into the first classroom he came to- never know, with the German, what was planned for. He came to the middle of the room and stopped, then would look toward the door should anyones body fill the light that flooded the entrance.
"Too late."
He stomped once, and the floor gave way in a circle just wide enough for his body. His arms would come up and his hands would be placed on the opposite shoulder of each arm. He would fall to the floor below, landing next to a man who looked identical to him. He would hook right arms with him and dance in a circle, before one of them (Unknown whether NPC or not) would step to a spot two feet in front of the first. He would jump, and down to the bottom floor he would go, next to another NPC. They would hook arms likewise while the one a floor above walked into the hall and down the steps casually. Then, after the spin, one of them would walk to the steps, meet with the other "Scene" look-alike, while the final (Unknown if NPC or not) would find the spot two feet in front, jump, and crash through to the basement, where ten masked NPC's, all identical to Scene, would be.
They would all walk up stairs and disperse through the school, all heading for different exits, the man who fell through the floor heading south. The two NPC's that had waited at the stairs would then walk out the front doors, looking over the carnage, ignoring the others, spilling up and heading into opposite directions, one west, one east. From all places, the "Scenes" Would load up into vans, and exit the premises- they had gotten what they came for.
"Good work, gentlemen. Stage one complete."
Stats of NPCs if engaged:
Strength: 13 Dexterity: 13 Constitution: 13 Intelligence: 13 Wisdom: 13 Charisma: 13
Stats of East-bound Scene (one of the two heading out the front door):
Strength: 65 Dexterity: 57 Constitution: 50 Intelligence: 50 Wisdom: 55 Charisma: 120
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 18, 2010 20:42:15 GMT -8
Vespyr narrowed her eyes as Scene drew near, instinctively flexing her claws in case she might need to hit him, or something. With Scene, it was always difficult to tell. She hated his unpredictable nature and yet she was enthralled by it. He was the person she loved to hate, and hated to… but no, she didn’t love him. How can one love the drug that gives them false strength but makes one feel weaker for it?
“Ahhhh.”
Her glare softened slightly, and the dangerously poised hand at her side was allowed to relax. Before she had the chance to inquire further, though, he had turned away and made for the roof’s edge, as did his compatriots. As the others descended and disappeared, Vespyr kept her stern gaze on the man with his back turned to her, beating down the feeling of frustration in her throat.
"You know, i always wanted to meet your friend.’What was the leader of the most notorious gang at 259 like?' I'd ask myself...and you know what i would say? 'Self,' I'd say, 'who knows. But i would dearly like to meet him.'."
Vespyr’s teeth were gritted behind straight, aggravated lips; he knew something. He knew, damn it, but still he pranced around that fact, avoiding it, but prodding it just to tease. For fuck’s sake…
"Me and you... We're gonna need to have a talk."
Vespyr closed her eyes, letting out a long and bitter breath. When her eyes opened, Scene was gone—as she sprinted forward to the edge of the rooftop, the scintillating sound of breaking glass could be heard down below. Her upper body craned over the edge, she peered down only to catch sight of a few fragments of glass plummeting dangerously to the ground below. An eerie silence descended with the glinting shards until they shattered, as Vespyr returned to the door from whence she came. She flung it open forcefully, already darting swiftly through the doorway before it had a chance to open completely.
Upon doing so, she found herself more than a little face-to-face with the German, and she flung up her arms to keep herself from falling onto him. But she did fall, of course, and by raising her arms to brace herself she managed to achieve the opposite of what she intended to—which was falling onto him with an arm awkwardly thrown over each of his shoulders, rather like a dramatic embrace. But it wasn’t; for a moment the girl didn’t know how to react to the awkward accident, other than feel her cheeks burn slightly in frustration.
After a moment of wide eyes, she backed away, holding her hands in front of her, palms outward, mouthing the word Sorry with wide eyes. Then, she darted away, and grabbing a hold of the railing, flung herself over it. She kept her legs together and her arms tight as she plummeted down the narrow center of the staircase, then bent her knees and fell to her palms to absorb the impact once she reached the bottom floor, just in time to see the heavy door swing closed behind one of Scene’s replicas.
Vespyr rose to her feet quickly and made for the door, opened it, and found herself watching as two Scenes exited the building not ten feet from her. Beyond them, she could see, there were more of him. She was perplexed. She let him—them—go, whatever they were, and leaned against the wall dejectedly, her head tilted back and her eyes closed.
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Post by David B. on Sept 19, 2010 16:40:09 GMT -8
David didn't answer as Jayr spoke, his voice lost in the sands of darkness. He had passed into unconciousness, and would allow her to take her as she willed, his wounds causing his dreams to be of nothing but pain.
OOC((Uber short again, not much he can do at this point.))
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Post by Independent Experiments on Sept 24, 2010 2:00:21 GMT -8
A Gray Warning "Make a single move of agression and I swere you'll follow your brother into the next world." "Oh?"Whipping about curiously, red hair flailing about the strange man and his pale, white skin, Liquid smiled toothily at the young man named Spike, as he strode on, passing the boy on."Whats a matter? Dont got it in ya to kill twice in the same day?" "Oh?~" Now, Liquid whirled, facing the boy, his smile larger then it had ever been, his eyelids almost completely closed, eyes slits, his mouth like that of a shark's. And in his right hand rumbled the chainsaw, before he pressed the off button with his other hand, letting the motor of the thing itself rest on his right shoulder. Liquid was at a complete stop as he faced the scruffy young man."259ers are such wonderful people. You're even provoking me, Liquid to a fight!"Tilting his head forward as he switched the chainsaw from his left hand to his right hand, throwing up "the horns" with his left hand. As a result, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, his tongue lashing out lightly as he considered the young man."I think I might fall in L. O. V. E.~""Well, aren't you getting friendly, Mister Creep-o?" To anyone else, another stranger appeared, standing off the ledge of the second floor of the adjacent building from out of nowhere. She had on long-sleeved, collared shirt with inch-long horizontal stripes of alternating shades of purple. Her lower legwear consisted primarily of jeans and some old, steel-toed boots. On her face, the woman had on a look of derisive amusement, as if... she wanted to see Liquid disobey orders, see how the child fared. But that went against direct orders. Her smug, condescending smile was only outmatched by her... "claws" that she wore on both her hands. Crusted blood was on them from the old, metal nails, strapped onto her hands like gloves with a support of the thumb to keep it on.
This woman was known affectionately as "Cheshyre.""Your job's done! R.B.'s waiting!""Hmph! And I'd just thought I'd... pay back a 259er for how much he's helped us out...~" Liquid replied in an exaggerated weary, slinking his body suddenly incredibly odd and... very high speeds, about Spike, blatantly checking out the boy, infatuating himself further and further over the young man."We'll meet again. Soooon.~"The old experiment licked his lips... seductively? Hungrily? Either way, as he suddenly (and without a sound) began to walk away, he passed by a certain fellow, wearing rags of flesh around himself on purpose..."Brother... tell 'Sister' that you are both welcome with us. Not all of 'us' are so... dirty, like Ches and I. Hee."
"...Just don't run into the man with gray eyes."...The latter being spoken loudly enough for the boy named Spike to hear, which he affirmed with a look over to as a message for the both of them.
Giving the fellow a curious wink, Liquid suddenly arched his body at a low angle and shot down to run off at an incredibly high speed---Cheshyre already having disappeared from where she was standing just only moments ago, without a sound, without a trace.
And just like that... they were gone.
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...Well, aside from the body that was split in half, creating a huge pool of blood on the ground. Quest Notes:
-The 'Experiments' have run off!
-The 'Experiments' recognize Dots & Bastille as a "Brother" & "Sister"!
-Statistics On "Liquid" and "Cheshyre" not provided, as Calvin was not in the area!
-Please do not post until the Dean has posted.
* * * * * * In "Adam's" Mind, From An Unknown Source * * * * * * *"You are a 'Brother' as well."**".llew sa 'rehtorB' a era uoY"**"Well, almost. You are not quite the same breed as us."**".su sa deerb emas eht etiuq ton era uoY .tsomla ,lleW"**"But you are still a 'Brother.'"**"'.rehtorB' a llits era uoy tuB"** * * * * * In "Spike's" Mind, From An Unknown Source * * * * * * *"Liquid's time will come. If you could assist when such a time comes... perhaps. Perhaps."**".spahreP .spahrep ...semoc emit a hcus nehw tsissa dluoc uoy fI .emoc lliw emit s'diuqiL"** * * * * * In "Dots'" Mind, From An Unknown Source * * * * * * *"I have a proposal, Brother. I will contact you soon."**".noos uoy tcatnoc lliw I .rehtorB ,lasoporp a evah I"** * * * * * In The Dean's Mind, From An Unknown Source * * * * * * *"The contract holds. Leader may wish to meet, if things continue favorably."**".ylbarovaf eunitnoc sgniht fi ,teem ot hsiw yam redaeL .sdloh tcartnoc ehT"** * * * * In The Everyone's Mind, From An Unknown Source * * * * * * Quest Notes:
-It may very well be that someone has telepathically contacted everyone in a ten-mile radius simultaneously!
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Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 5, 2010 0:27:11 GMT -8
OOC: I apologize for how long this has taken and how short and lacking in quality this may be. Keep in mind, the thread isn't over unless you, the RPers, choose to end it, but the "Impromptu Quest" ends here. Rewards are to be received immediately.Foreboding Aftermath *"The contract holds. Leader may wish to meet, if things continue favorably."**".ylbarovaf eunitnoc sgniht fi ,teem ot hsiw yam redaeL .sdloh tcartnoc ehT"** * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chills.
Perhaps if the Dean was a little less human, he would not have involuntarily shook. Given circumstances, however, it was simple, non-jaded reaction to everything that had occurred. With helplessness he had watched everything through the eyes of Miss Byrne, Calvin, and Dots. With a shift of his head he had seen the helicopter, the drop of the crate, the release of the monster and its consequential end to follow after it by...
...The I.E.O. had been keeping watch on them for a while. What's more, they sent one of the "Holders" with one of the "Objects." What was more disturbing was that 259's counter-attack's ambush had been ambushed. From what he could deliberate in the following seven seconds was that at least three to five organizations had held a presence here from amongst the so-called "Enforcer World."
Not forgetting himself, the Dean had been standing still very quietly for the past fifty-eight seconds with ambivalence carved onto his face. Jayr's aid was timely, as Nathan was busy, standing by as the ambulances had begun to arrive, directing them accordingly. The... "test subject" was already being thrust into a very forced situation, from what the Dean could perceive through Jayr's eyes of the subject's interactions with her. That was sick.
Quietly, the Dean pocketed his hands as he mulled over matters further with his unnerving calm, stepping towards #J62's cut in twain body.* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Calvin talk slower dammit...I can't understand you. Tell me where to meet you and who the hell I'm fighting....OOOH~ I haven't ridden one of these babies in a while." Speeding along, Calvin ducked his head as he slowed his head as shots were fired at him, spanning his wheels to cut across the freeway in front of an obviously panicked red Pontiac driver. The back of the truck was still opened up as two armored Enforcers with their rapid-fire tranq guns proceeded to open fire, their helmet sparring no hint of humanity from beneath as blue Ford's windshield got blown apart with three misplaced shots, spinning the truck out of control to cause a pile-up behind Calvin. Tears from the bracing winds cut across his face as blood trickled from his tear ducts, red in his eyes swelling as he struggled to foresee where the next attack would come from. One hit from a tranq gun, while not lethal by itself, would certainly spell doom for the boy who was racing 93 miles an hour versus the 94 mph of the speeding truck.
Police sirens weren't far off either, obviously catching onto the massive freeway battle in mere minutes from many hapless victims."Come on kid, I'm almost to the school...I need coordinates" "I'm sorry, Sis, but---F***---" The small windshield of his motorcycle popped, the dart swirling between Calvin's arm and his chest, shattering into a light *PNK* as it disintegrated onto the street. Glass had flown all about the boy as he swerved to the right, passing by a black Lincoln. Swerving away before potentially crashing into the side of the car, Calvin's left hand brushed away the flecks of glass from face, thanking the fact that nothing huge had gotten into his eyes... but it was very difficult to see through a layer of blood on his left eye. Still, he grinned at his good fortune as he looked ahead to see little in the ways of helping him cross over as he sped ahead of the buffering Lincoln that was already suffering from shots as it slowed down to attempt to get away from the back of the truck.
Calvin laughed as his hand kept a grip on the phone, sounding perhaps a bit desperate..."I'm on the 405, just passing the exit to Carson! It's more prudent to get back to---" * Swerving dangerously close to the divider, Calvin swerved close to the truck before attempting to speed past the truck as it grew dangerously close to him. Gritting his teeth he tasted blood... and glass."HOLY F***, DID YOU FEEL THAT!?---Crap! The Dean might need help at the school. This involves fellow Experiments like yourself and I! If you could, report to him---" Suddenly widening his good eye, Calvin jammed on the brakes hard 'til the rear of his bike came flying into the air, threatening to pull a somersault as a few consecutive tranq shots landed just right in front of his bike. A rather daring armored Enforcer had utilized a grappling hook and was keeping himself in a standing position with footing spikes to take better shots at Calvin from atop of the truck's cargo hold.
Smiling quietly to himself, the boy threw up the small brown bag in the air which was quickly shot, raining down small metal balls around him---which quickly began to levitate and follow after the boy at his exact speed. He abruptly hung up on Bastille to put both hands on his bike, requiring full concentration...
..."...Level 1 access may not be enough, but..." Do or die time.Moderator Note: Bastille may choose to follow after Calvin (we'll discuss this on Skype/MSN if you choose to make for an independent thread) or to arrive at Public High School #259.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Quietly, as the ambulances' paramedics rushed to get the injured students out, the Dean looked around as he unpocketed his hands with twenty vials, filling them up with #J62's blood... He'd soon after send nine of these vials to some corresponding individuals while keeping the remainder for himself for later examination.
In the meantime, the Dean silently walked off, back to his office... there was much paperwork to be filed. And there was still the thought of I.E.O.'s "Leader" to contend with. Open The Spoiler For Moderator Notes + Impromptu Quest Rewards amongst other things. Feel free to PM if there are any questions.
Moderator Notes:Impromptu Quest Rewards: Jayr Byrne: - +4 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Spike Sudeki: - +4 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Gilgamesh Magnius: - +2 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Deta (Dots) Teyfour: - +3 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Lucan Prime: - +2 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Vespyr: - +3 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
"Unfettered": - +3 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
"Adam": - +4 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
David Blaze: - +3 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
"Scene": - +3 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Bastille: - +1 EXP
- Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]
Taylor Adam: - Obtained Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample] 9x
Item Details: [b]Vial of Blood [#J62 Sample]:[/b] (Unknown) [i][u]Details[/u]: By itself it appears to be a perfectly preserved vial of blood from Experiment #J62. The container itself is well made to prevent spoiling of blood to keep it alive regardless of external environment. However, for as uselessly fancy as it may appear, this may be utilized for multiple things...
[IMG]http://i813.photobucket.com/albums/zz57/Tuvlan/bxp28246.jpg[/IMG]
[b]*Item Subject To Updating By Moderators. *Item Update's Responsibility Belongs To Holder. *May Be Carried Around Without Consuming An Item Slot. *Seal Cannot Be Broken Or Item Is Instantly Destroyed.[/b][/i] Japanese-German Enforcer Coalition Corporation Status: $12,000 -$5,000 (School Repairs) --------- $7,000 [/spoiler]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 14, 2010 22:51:32 GMT -8
OOC: This is going to be shortish/low-quality, since this thread has been silently looked upon as "dead," but it doesn't feel right just leaving things like this. So...A Time To Step Back *"Sir, do you wish us to move position and come to your aid?"*
*"No, not yet. Let her come. Keep yourself and the others from view. Stick to the plan."*
*"Yes sir."*...Silently, the German with his phone pressed tightly to his ear as "Green's" spy megaphone picked up even the slightest whisper. It was frightening how quickly "Green" had gotten himself into position, as he hid underneath the small wall of the roof, holding both the recorder and the phone close to it.*"Ahhhh." **"Ewww... he's... sniffing her."**"...It's kinda hot."*"Unfettered's" expression went blank as did Tai way down by the parking lot with Dora, who still wasn't cooperating.*"..."*
*"...Green, now iz not ze time---"**"---TO BE A FAG."**"The wheels on the bus go round and round" **"Taiii... you're so meaaannnn...---Whoa! We got movement!"** * * * * * * * * * * * * Marina was sitting on a desk by the window, looking up. Kicking her feet with a pouting, bored look on her face, she kept a death grip on the back of the desk that she sat on with her fingers. Her arms were thus behind her to support her leaning back, camcorder off to the side, but running, phone on loudspeaker to listen in on Tai, "Unfettered" and "Green."---
---Several people crashed in from the windows, ran through the doors with various large and small objects in hand. Falling backwards (which helped her avoid the blast of glass), Marina was quick to the upstart to at least look outside in time to see other people jumping down and some people pulling some other acrobatic nonsense.
...And in Marina's left hand, the recently picked up camcorder/video camera was still running. She smiled silently in recognition of "Unfettered's" previous instruction... perhaps with too much enthusiasm.* * * * * * * * * * * * * *"You know, i always wanted to meet your friend. 'What was the leader of the most notorious gang at 259 like?' I'd ask myself...and you know what i would say? 'Self,' I'd say, 'Who knows. But i would dearly like to meet him.'." **"Yet, i could never find him. Man...if only i had known my closest counterpart was his...friend." **"Me and you..." **"We're gonna need to have a talk." **"HE'S JUMPING, HE'S JUMP---WHOA, LOOK OUT, FETTY!.'"** * * * * * Simultaneous Event #1 * * * * * * Content that she had gotten everything, Marina held the cellphone with the speakerphone on in her right hand and the still running camcorder in her left. Instinctively, she was about to turn it off--- *"Too late." *Staring at the person, Marina watched as the masked person stomped through the floor, disappearing like some sort of mime's elevator act. Instinctively, she ran with her camcorder held high---*"Marina, maintain position. We're here to observe, not engage.---WHOA S***"*Staring at the cellphone, she shook her head, but kept on smiling---slightly annoyed. She had no intention of fighting the man, just following after him to see---
...Rather, what the h*** just happened to that German and how did he know what she was doing?
...
Wait, wha---* * * * * * Simultaneous Event #2 * * * * * * *"HE'S JUMPING, HE'S JUMP---WHOA, LOOK OUT, FETTY!.'"*The German smiled quietly, very pleased with himself. The placement was perfect thus far and he was glad to see his anticipation hadn't rusted thus far. However, he needed to make sure that Marina didn't compromise herself, if she ran into this new character---Worst case scenario was that Marina, the pursuer, was ambushed, forcing an unwanted engagement of an unlikable type. Quickly, he held the phone to his hand, not totally registering "Green's" final warning as anything pertaining to him---*"Marina, maintain position. We're here to observe, not engage.---WHOA S***"*The door flew open to reveal a soon-to-be flailing Vespyr. The German's eye widened as he almost immediately dropped/gently threw his cellphone. This didn't the German enough time to react and catch Vespyr before she fell awkwardly onto him---nearly pushing him down the stairs... backwards. His right foot skipped on the ground backwards, trying to catch a hold of the floor, stopping just barely at the first step down. The immediate rush and reaction of the German's adrenaline forced a small layer of sweat to appropriate itself all over his body, underneath his clothes rather uncomfortably, as he looked wide-eyed into Vespyr's face, eyes...
Vespyr's face (cheeks) was burning. That was all the German could see before she backed up abruptly, cautiously with her hands in front of her. Mildly anticipating what she was going to do, "Unfettered" stepped to the side and flattened his body as much as he could to try to give Vespyr the berth of space she needed to walk/run past him, down the stairs.
Correction. Jump down the stairs. Jump.
Staring after her for a few lingering seconds longer, the German instinctively stepped through the doorway, leading to the roof, before giving a thorough look around, trying to see any left over hints... clues... anything. The German was rewarded with nothing---Physically, that is. Quietly, the German pocketed his gauntlet-covered hands as he made his way back to the doorway to pick up the phone he had left on the ground and walked at a moderate pace down the stairs...
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...All the while, ignoring the shouts of annoyance at the loud amount of feedback that was given to all connected callers for dropping the dang thing on the ground.* * * * * * Simultaneous Event #3 + 5 Seconds * * * * * * As all of the above was occurring, "Green," who had already issued his warning, watched and kept his spy megaphone aimed at the fellow who was the seeming ringleader, up to the point where he disappeared into the building, beyond the megaphone's capability to penetrate. Silently, with a serious face, he kept his megaphone locked onto the people---the clones that began to run out of the building, aiming his megaphone assuredly in one direction before they all disappeared and into the other before they disappeared.
His eyes widened..."TAI! GET OUT YOUR VIDEO CAMERA, THEY'RE COMING AT YOU!'"*"What---OH F***, S***, THE H***!?"** * * * * * Simultaneous Event #4 + 16 Seconds * * * * * * "C'mon, ya' b***h. Get your ass out before I f***ing get it for you. And don't think I won't f***ing enjoy it."Tai had his metal bar resting against his right shoulder as he held the bottom part of the shaft with his right hand. He had on a very pissed look on his face, as Dora rolled her eyes at him."This is stupid. You know it is.""F***."
"Yeah. But then, why the f*** are you here in the first place then, huh?"With a hard glare, Dora stared at Tai with no response---*"TAI! GET OUT YOUR VIDEO CAMERA, THEY'RE COMING AT YOU!'"*"What---OH F***, S***, THE H***!?"Staring out suddenly, he reached for his video camera---conveniently placed between Dora's legs as she was lying down in the car---and turned the thing on. In a flurry, a series of similarly dressed people rushed by them and jumped into vans that were waiting or were just arriving on time about them. Dora, however, kept lying down, still uninterested in all the nonsense that went about them. Tai, however... was turning the attention of his camcorder to the series of events that were going on outside, recording the huge tower knight, the people at the school, the arriving ambulances, the drop of the huge crate, the appearance of something that was eviscerated just as soon as it came...
For a moment, Tai was absolutely silent."'Green'... if you can f***ing hear this," he said, speaking into the phone, "I hope you're using that d*** megaphone to record all this s*** and what they're saying."*"..."
"...I... am..."*"..."
"This is so f***ing weird."* * * * * * Simultaneous Event #5 + 163 Seconds * * * * * * Quietly, the German walked on down, expecting to see Vespyr. He'd gone out a different door, however...
...And he watched in silence, his mouth slightly parted.
...* * * * * * * ...Later * * * * * * "Unfettered" walked around for a bit, still wearing all his gear, a few minutes of all of occurring, issuing a few orders as his crew finished pulling out of Public High School #259. It was around this time, provided that Vespyr was still there, leaning against that wall. Emotionless, expressionless, he'd walk by her, almost as if he hadn't seen her...
...The German's feet stopped.
Quietly looking back, the German shrugged with an... aloof? confident? ...something?... look on his face.
..."I'll be vaiting."...
With that, the German would begin to walk off, many things on his mind. Many, many, many things.
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