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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 26, 2008 21:48:26 GMT -8
Bastilles took the hand of the man and stood propping herself against the wall. She suddenly felt better. She couldn’t explain it but her fever subsided, she guess the drugs worked so fast that the fever did too. Her body burned everything up and as she stood she took a long moment to regain her breathe. Her sword in her hand tightly. She looked at the man her hair hanging over her face her crimson eyes yearning to fight longer. She was using every ounce of her strength from here on out.
“Gramps was it…thanks….we have to find everyone…then we can find the way out…were are safer in numbers…as much as i hate to admit it…theres a kid I need to find quick..”
She sighed and looked down. She began to walk with them holding her own side as she did. But then the black panels dropped and onto the screen came the horrific scene. Bastilles mind did a retake and in her head flashed the images of those her family killed to try and get her to come back. Scenes of murder and torture from her assassin days, hunting serial killers. She hadn’t cracked back then, she wouldn’t crack now…until the boy showed up.
Something personal…someone she felt she had to protect. She didn’t know what happened but her qi flared up as high as it could possibly go. (possibly being key word, so in ordnance with stats.) The lion she could not see, only feel became realistic standing by her side as a vision of her qi. Her body felt like it could break through anything and her eyes almost glowed. She slammed her fist into the wall the concrete buckling under it.
“DAMN YOU BASTARD!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE, OR ILL TEAR YOU TO SHRED YOU HEAR ME? I SAID DO YOU HERE ME YOU MANGY SCRAP OF TRASH!”
Out of no where her mouth had shouted out the words so loud she could hear them echoing back to her. She was twitching with anger and if that wasn’t enough the drugs and everything else in her had revved up with an undying fire. How dare he taunt her, he would pay…oh he would fucking crawl to her and beg to die, and only when he screamed for death would she give it to him, only after months of hour upon hour torture. Her heart sunk into a veil of dark wishes, she wanted him to pay with interest…and she knew she was not above it. She didn’t turned to look at her new partners for their reactions to her she only felt silent tears run down her cheeks...foreign traderous objects cold to her fired skin.
She would find the strength of the devil and conjure up a storm, and drown that Nazi freak in it.
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Post by Masaru on Oct 27, 2008 9:12:52 GMT -8
Thump. Blood rushed to Masaru's head. The world all normal, except... That one crazy hair dude. It wasn't that he was moving so fast his arms were a blur... His arms were just multiple images of smashing the cake dudes face in... *shiver* cake man... The movements caused Masaru to feel sick.
"...I'll get you into another cell, don't worry..."
Thump. Blood pounding into the head once again... but it wasn't blood, was it? It was Qi, something Masaru was not quite so familiar with but he could sense it from somewhere, his head wasn't turning red, his vision was increasing. What was it that crazy hair dude said? Another cell? that wasn't gonna fly. Masaru stumbled out of the room, once he was far enough away, the man stopped looking so sickening and the world was right once more.
Thump. The world looked slightly different though. Everything seemed clearer, Masaru's vision increased. Was this a good thing? he didn't know himself, all he knew was that when he got close enough to something with a mind of its own, he started seeing multiple images of something, often going into multiple directions.
Thump. He could see a fly buzzing around, perfectly noting all its movements, untill it got too close, then he saw multiple flys, all flying in a similar pattern, but in a different direction. Masaru kept stumbling down the hallways, too shocked by the recent events of the cake man and the awakening of his abilities to actually think straight. He was moving on instinct alone, where it brought him? He doesnt even know.
Leaving it up to admins to say where I end up going, who I end up meeting, or what I end up finding.[/b][/u]
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Oct 27, 2008 9:21:46 GMT -8
Pound, Pound, Pound,... vision blurring, mind racing i dont know what is driving me but it feels...feels ohhhhh so good, dashing down the hallway drivin by pure istinct i chewed on the, memorbelia i took from the dead enforcers corpse, i felt the blood swelling in my mouth the beautiful wine of hell, given to only gods of death....but yet i still am not strong enough, Pound, Pound, Pound,... we are not strong enough. droping to all fours i continued my instint driven rush, I Thee Iron Wolf, I THEE DOTS OF DEATH, was on the hunt, letting loose a hell bent howl, streams of the devils wine spat forth and the remnats of the pathetic fools ears hit the ground, i began to laugh i will, i must, become unstopible.
wipping around a corner i ran face first in to a chick holding a sword, drooling blood i stated,
"Stand down of be my lunch"
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 30, 2008 4:34:30 GMT -8
"Useless...""Wh-what?!"*SONIC BOOM*Too late. Emily had been caught in a whirl of wind and was thrown to the wall across from her previous location. "Ungh!" She said, sliding down from the wall, *SONIC BOOM*
*SONIC BOOM*
*SONIC BOOM*
*SONIC BOOM* The room shook with his attacks, while Emily barely rolled out of the way -- They had her at her left shoulder, specifically, while she was hoping to evade the worst of his attacks. When the tremblings finally ended, she looked up at her opponent, slightly dazed. "...I'll settle for just staring at your panties. I'm starting to get bored with this waiting." Emily tried her best to focus. Biting her lip to wake herself up with pain. "...And I can open the door if you do."
So give him a show and she would be free to go?
A choice between morality and practicality. A question usually reserved for those who are below the poverty line. She wasn't going hungry, but the chance of getting free--
No. That wasn't an option. Gah, her head hurt slightly from the hit. After holding it a bit with her hand it was certainly bleeding. Was this guy really that strong?
Dazed, recovering, but still strong, Emily hobbled up to stand, Taking a defensive position. She wasn't willing to humiliate herself like this just yet -- but it more or less rung on her mind: What if she did? Would she be able to escape?
No.
With all the sins she had committed within these walls, it's best she suffered for it. "I can t-take a lot more than that!" she cried mentally, as her eyes glazed over before she spoke again. "Why don't you try taking them off yourself?"
Just what are you thinking, ...Kari?
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Post by olesya on Nov 2, 2008 21:43:12 GMT -8
Dispatching the last of the three goons, Olesya froze for a moment as the grandpa man got up in a hurry and rushed to a girl on the floor. The sudden expression change shocked her, and she followed his movements with her gaze to where the girl was..and received a second shock. She knew that girl!!Granted, she had never properly learned her name, though she could have sworn the Dragon Boy mentioned it once, right? Her memories here were so hazy it was hard to tell. Making her way over she stood a step or two behind and to the side of Grandpa Man, looking down at the girl, a pained look in her eyes. What was this place doing to them? As Gramps helped her to her feet, he turned back to Olesya. "...'Still need to hit the bathroom, or shall we go get the rest of your friends from... whatsit... Public High School #258? #259?---Oh, my apologies.""I really didn't have to go in the first place.."She admitted sheepishly, though turning to listen to the girl speak. “Gramps was it…thanks….we have to find everyone…then we can find the way out…were are safer in numbers…as much as i hate to admit it…theres a kid I need to find quick..” "I agree. We need to get everyone out of here. I have a friend, his name is Roland. I haven't seen him since we got here. I don't know where he is."Olesya had seen pretty much everyone else that had been taken here, Emily, the girl here, the Ramen Boy, Masaru, on and off in different areas. In the mess hall, where they were given fifteen minutes to choke down the nasty grub, to in the corridors when they were escorted to the different places of torment. But no Roland. Had he escaped? Was he alive? She and him weren't particularly close, but he was the one-time drummer to the band Olesya and Stu had been planning, should it even get off the ground. But that wasn't important right now. It was then that the ceiling screens came to life, an image of a mans face with red hair and a black hat. It wasn't Sean Barker, Olesya didn't know who he was but she recognized the walls around him. He was in the facility. "Vell, I can see zat not everyone's here. I only count more or less two dozen patrolling Enforcerz gazzered up here..."Good. ..Good? That meant that not all of them were reporting, meaning there were possibly less to fight than first imagined. Hopefully many have been taken out of commission like the three she and Grandpa Man had knocked out back there. "I have been receiving... conztant reportz. Und orders have been disobeyed... Now zen, I do hope ve can come to an agreement here. Or elze... zingz vill be getting... UGLIER."Oh..shit. Panning to the poor boy on the floor, Olesya gasped, feeling her stomach turn at the vagrant beating. When the other girl with them yelled, she too felt the anger and empathy burning in her chest. “DAMN YOU BASTARD!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE, OR ILL TEAR YOU TO SHRED YOU HEAR ME? I SAID DO YOU HERE ME YOU MANGY SCRAP OF TRASH!”"UWOAAAAAA!!!"
"HOAAAA...!!!"
"JIN!"And as the monitors turned inky black again the old man fell to the floor in anguish. Shocked by the sudden collapse and worried for the old man who had helped her out so much this far, she stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jin, it was probably the boy's name. The image flashed in her head again and she felt so sick. Had the man known him? Of what relation? Then something the man said a moment ago echoed in her head. "'Sides, my boy would hate me if he saw me continuing to help out this piss-poor---Oh, pardon me. this... terrible, corrupt establishment."His boy? It couldn't have been...could it? ..No. Anyone who would do that would have to be some kind of monster. Squeezing his shoulder gently, she cast a hasty glance down the halls to either side of them, getting more and more nervous that more goons would show up at any minute. Like the red haired man said, this was going to get very ugly very soon. "Gramps, we need to go. We need to get going...they're coming. We need to get out of here. You too."She realized that there was no going back for this man. If he stayed here too they would kill him for his treason, and he had been far, far too kind to deserve such a fate. He would have to leave with the rest of them or not at all.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 12, 2008 19:12:49 GMT -8
Relentless Iron Theme Song: Excalibur by Tetsuzaku Nakanishi (I Think) From Ace Combat 0: The Belkan Wars Calvin hated looking up into the smugness of that bastard's smile. That Nazi's perfectly white, shining teeth gleamed with a disgusting aura of self-assured victory. No, more then hated. Spited, fought against, lost against, willed against. But this German with fiery red hair appeared to have no weaknesses, 'save for someone who was just that much more brutally stronger than he was. Letting his eyes look left and right, one of his hands still coddling Hobbes' head, he moved up his free hand to begin to crawl away---
*STOMP*"EYAA---""UND VER DO YOU ZINK YOU'RE GOING, JUNGE!? HEHEHEHEHE..." the German said, his boot crushing Calvin's 'free' hand. Proceeding to squish it as bones crackled and veins tore, he looked over at the other Enforcers."...No vord... Vell. All Enforcers, reinforce ze upper floorz. Zend in ze Armored Corps. Tactic B7N."All In Unison: "SIR, YES SIR!" Teyfour, deBogart, Cunningham, & Gramps "I really didn't have to go in the first place.."…Tch. I should’ve figured. A part of me wanted to give her a look of disapproval, but considering the situation we had gotten in, it turned into a nervous smile. I couldn’t lecture her for it. Not after all this.“Gramps was it…thanks….we have to find everyone…then we can find the way out…were are safer in numbers…as much as i hate to admit it…theres a kid I need to find quick..” "I agree. We need to get everyone out of here. I have a friend, his name is Roland. I haven't seen him since we got here. I don't know where he is."---
---And then it happened.“DAMN YOU BASTARD!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE, OR ILL TEAR YOU TO SHRED YOU HEAR ME? I SAID DO YOU HERE ME YOU MANGY SCRAP OF TRASH!” I saw my boy’s severed head, held up in that bastard’s triumphant hand. And for the first time in several decades… I completely, and utterly…
…"UWOAAAAAA!!!" "HOAAAA...!!!"
"JIN!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * Never.
Never, in all my years, have I felt so hopeless and pathetic as I did then. My pride, my dignity... my hope? Shattered in an instant. Tears were flowing freely from my eyes, and I welcomed them. Too bad now wasn't the time to mourn."Gramps, we need to go. We need to get going...they're coming. We need to get out of here. You too."She was right, of course. And years of hardening slowed the flow on my face."Stand down of be my lunch" I looked up. The lips on my face already turned into a harsh grimace, but recognizing. “…Aren’t… Aren’t you one of the 259ers? Get over you, you damned fool, we’re your allies---Oh, pardon my language.” I said in riled up frustration, but immediately calming myself down. Never did like curse words much. But for the boy himself… he sounded a bit cracked. God, I’d actually been… well… ‘Enforcing’ this situation all this time, too.“…Right… darn it… you’re right.” I said, shaking my head, looking back at the girl. I still hadn’t caught her name yet, but now wasn’t the time. Looking at the other girl---…No one had introduced themselves to me. And Jin was still heavily in my mind. If I didn’t watch it, I might lash out at someone. Choking back a sob, I tried to steel myself again. Now was not the time to be pathetic. “…Roland… and uh… uh… Mmphf… The exit. Right.” I muttered to myself. “Well I’m afraid they’ve been moving around Roland too much, so I don’t know where he is, and… uh… the exit should be just---”*BLACK OUT* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *“MOVE IN.”*
*“ROGER.”* Red lenses glowing as five teams of two stepped stealthily into the shadows of the halls.Masaru Shadowy figures watched as a boy, dazed, barely able to hold himself up, began to flee away from his open cell. They tracked him slowly, watching as he went deeper and deeper into the Correctional Facility’s holding facilities…---*BLACK OUT* “This won’t do.~”*CSSSHHHHHHHHWHIP*
---And in that moment, only the corridor that Masaru was on was lit up, although the light seem to be filled with a different energy. Beyond this section of the corridor was only shadows. But…“Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!” “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!” “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!” “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!”To the left of the boy, hanging in a box, were several sets of card keys… But the cries and pleas began to grow more and more distant. Someone was stepping out of the shadows.“We are simply watching. Will you let them out?”“¿tuo meht tel uoy lliW .gnihctaw ylpmis ere eW” “…Yes… what will you do…?” replied a voice. From behind. But unlike “The Twins,” he kept himself hidden in the shadows.Administrator Comment: The Choice Is Yours. Let Them Out, Free Them All? Keep Them In? Select Only A Select Few To Stay Out?Santos "Why don't you try taking them off yourself?"“…Because I’m slower than you.”---And if not careful, he might accidentally kill her. Looking over at her, he shifted his entire body, taking his time. The drawl on his face apparent at his bored frustration. “…Obviously, you mistake me for someone who’ll rape---who could rape you.”---*UNZIP*
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There was nothing there. Just a patch of skin.---How did this go take a piss then!?---Don’t ask that, the answer is less than desirable. For all intents and purposes… this man was made into a eunuch. No sexual desire, at all. The hollowness in his eyes apparent.“…I’d rather not end up killing us both, y’know…”---just himself.Jean "Roid" Luc's Statistics: Strength: ITS OVER NINE-THOUSAAAAAAND!!! Dexterity: 1 Constitution: 60 Intelligence: 35 Wisdom: 25 Charisma: 40Teyfour, deBogart, Cunningham, & Gramps *“I’m in position.”*
*“Roger.”* * * * * * * * * * * * * * On one end of the corridor, one pair was already moving in, making sure to hide their faces, so as to make sure the red light of their lenses didn’t give them away. A match in the darkness. In turn, two smoke grenades were thrown into the darkness of this situation---*BROOMK-BROOMK*---So as to hide their eyes. Stepping into the clouds of darkness, which were only that much more darker, crouching positions, they two on either side of each other, yet using the corners of the corridor to hide half of their bodies, they hefted up their guns.*“…Reporting from section C62… Found the rebellion group. Proceeding to put them down. Stand by for updates.”*
*“FIRE!”* --- *RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA…* *RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA…** * * * * * * * * * * * * …It was plainly obvious something big was going down. Not like the higher-ups told us everything, of course. But even as I struggled to make my eyes adjust in the darkness, I could already hear the subtle footsteps in the distance, on the other end of the corridor, opposite of where this feral boy came in from. Turning around, my head still filled with all sorts of emotion, I stood there in the darkness. “…I’m afraid you’re going to have to feel your way through, but… here:” I said, wrapping up my ‘Enforcer Jacket’ and throwing the canisters bundled up in it to one of them. “…Be careful not to take more than three at a time, or else you’ll overdose. Red to become stronger, blue for speed, green for will power, white for reaction time, and the purple there---if you can see it, is for overriding at least one overdose. Sorry, but… I’m taking the yellows.” I said taking the three canisters to my neck. Leaning it to one side, I pressed the nine needles into it, grunting in pain slightly. ‘Told my Jin to never take drugs, but… Well, maybe he’d forgive me this time.“…If you head back into the corridor where our new friend came in from,” I said, blinking in the darkness, “There should be one door to the left. It’ll have some goggles to see in the dark with, and some supplies. If you keep on hugging that left wall, you’ll eventually turn left again. Feel for the right, and turn right at the second corridor you meet… Then left once and then right once. Keep going straight and that’ll be the stairwell. As for... 'Roland', he might be in any of the doorways on the way there---*“FIRE!”* Oh, that was it. I knew what it was now. And in spite of the calm I was showing these children a few moments ago, the fact was, I was just on the verge of exploding myself. I couldn’t wait to get to that stairwell, where that punk-bastard was---If you’ll pardon my language. But with this sudden realization… I went beyond snapped.“UWOOAAAAHHH…!”I had plenty of strength left over, accumulated over the years. Now was the time to show my life’s worth. Punching violently into one of the walls rubber-stone walls, I pulled out a large chunk of wood that was isolated inside, and pulled it out, holding it diagonally about my body.“GO! NOW! I’LL HOLD THEM OFF.”…These weren’t the usual types that anyone could take care of… No, these kids were better off avoiding them altogether. I knew it was them, the moment I heard those subtle footsteps. And in the dark of all things! This was not good!
The “Heavy Iron” Division…!'Grandpa' Lauro Statistics Strength: 35 + 6 x 2 = 82 Dexterity: 35 +6 x 2 = 82 Constitution: 35 + 6 x 2 = 82 Intelligence: 35 + 6 x 2 = 82 Wisdom: 35 + 6 x 2 = 82 Charisma: 35 + 6 x 2 = 82 ‘Grandpa’ Lauro Activated His Qi: “Old Man Strength”!
Armored Corps. Enforcer(s) Of The “Heavy Iron” Division
Armored Corps. Enforcer Statistics:
- Strength: 35
- Dexterity: 35 – 10 = 25
- Constitution: 65
- Intelligence: 40
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 35
Current Number Moving In: 10 (Moving In Pairs)
Equipped With:
- I.D. Locked All-Around Ballistics Armor W/ Gas Mask [Negates 55% Of Enemy Strength; Bullet Proof; Gas Mask Lenses Are Bullet Proof, Comes With Infrared Vision (Visible In The Dark), Mask Comes With Built-In Radio And Provides Info On Teammates’ Statuses.]
- I.D. Locked Rapid-Fire Tranq Gun
- Every Tranq Dart That Hits Depletes 1 Charisma Point.
- When Charisma Is Gone, Every Tranq Dart That Hits Depletes 1 Constitution Point.
- Firing Speed: 300
- Tranq Dart Speed: 95 Dexterity
- Smoke Grenade [Depletes Wisdom By 20% For 25 Seconds, In Person Is Inside Smoke.]
- Flash Bang [Depletes Wisdom By >/= 95% For Five Seconds, Pending As To Where The Person Is Looking.]
- Extending Custom Baton
Difficulty: Very High -They Are Close To The Crème De La Crème Of The Enforcers. Imported In From Various Locations And Trained To A Breaking Point, Only The Most Fit Are Promoted And Outfitted Accordingly With Some Of The Best Technology Mankind Has To Offer To Date. They Are Slower Because Of Their Armor, But Their I.D. Locked Rapid-Fire Tranq Guns More Than Makes Up For This. They Are Well Versed In At Least 7 Different Arts, As Per The Minimum. Their Teamwork Tactics Are To Be Feared, And Each Pair Can Easily Be Considered An “Army Of Two.” While Not The Pinnacle Of Fighting Elite, It Is Generally Better To Run Than To Fight These Tough Cookies.Graff & Honda “…Well… this one looks like a good target. Let’s wait though, and see what he does, shall we?”* * * * * * * * * * * * * Note: Graff & Honda Are On The Move!
Administrator Notice: Its All Hell From Here. Choose To Conserve Your Character's Strength And Energy For The Big Boss, Or Go In Guns Ablazing?---The Enforcer Statistics Have Been Wiped! Everything's In The Dark Now!
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Post by Masaru on Nov 12, 2008 21:14:49 GMT -8
Masaru wandered... And wandered... untill he felt that he was getting deeper and deeper into this labyrinth of a facility. Luckily he hasnt noticed anything strange yet--- *BLACK OUT* Suddenly, everything turned black. Masaru continued to stumble about for a few seconds... Suddenly, the corridor that Masaru was on was lit up, the light felt and looked different than other lights, Masaru just thought he might have possibly gone crazy from the revent events happening. Then suddenly--- “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!” “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!” “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!” “Let us out…” “LET US OUT!” “Let us ooouuuttt…” “Out!” “Please sir!” “Would you kindly…?” “CRUSH!? =D!?” “LET US OUT…?” “Get US out!” “OUTTTT…” “LET US… AND CABBAGES.” “HEY YOU!”Masaru then noticed that to the left, hanging in a box, were several sets of card keys. The cries and pleas began to grow more and more distant. Masaru thought that they were just perhaps voices from inside his head? Then, shadowy figures appared from the darkness. “We are simply watching. Will you let them out?”“¿tuo meht tel uoy lliW .gnihctaw ylpmis era eW”“…Yes… what will you do…?” replied a voice. From behind. But unlike “The Twins,” he kept himself hidden in the shadows.o.0 [/color][/center] At this moment, Masaru thought this might just be another trippy dream, so he acted calmly, which was unlike how he was feeling right now, givin the circumstances, and chose the right thing to do. On one hand, these dudes could be criminals sent to this jail type place, and letting them out would be a bad idea. On the other hand, these dudes could be guys who were trapped here for similar reasons to why Masaru was captured, and perhaps help more people escape. Also, he might actually get some sort of gratitude, and perhaps have someone who knows the way around help him get out of this place. LET MY PEOPLE FREE! [/b][/u][/center] Masaru grabbed the card keys from the box and, facing the interestingly attired twins(?) he didn't know if they were twins but they looked alike, anyways, said his intentions. "Every one has the right to Life, Liberty, and the persuit of happyness." He then began to unlock all (if not most) of the cells he could, hoping what he did was a right choice, and these people won't bite the hands of he who has helped him.
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Post by Roland on Nov 18, 2008 21:23:57 GMT -8
*FLICKER* *FLICKER* *FLICKER* Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *FLICKER* *FLICKER* Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *clomp* *clomp* *clomp* *FLICKER* ..... *FLICKER* Swaying *FLICKER* Pounding Marching *FLICKER* *FLICKER* *FLICKER* The sound of marching footsteps assails my ears with a violence unprecedented in all my audial experiences. It is accompanied by the insufferable sizzling drone of flourescent tubing overhead. A great, vast savannah of soreness stretches out to infinities in the cores of my bones. I know nothing, remember nothing. Let's start small. My name is...Roland. Student. The fight.... Of course, the fight. White room, beds, walls. How had it ended? Most peculiar to my senses is this swaying motion, accompanied by rhythmic impacts to the bases of my feet. One and then the other. Almost as if I'm... *FLICKER* Marching *FLICKER* Eyelids up. My body is walking. Marching. I cannot move my eyes; they are fixed straight ahead. Like watching a movie; someone else controls the camera. I feel sick, sick enough to vomit, but my esophagus will not contract. Is this another dream? And now I feel it. My mind, oh gods, I'm not alone. There's something else in here... I retreat inwards now, but I am afraid for some reason. *FLICKER* *FLICKER* The room is simple. Four walls, one door, one bed. All painted a clinical greyish green. I'm standing on the floor. In the bed is...
"Who are you?"
...I call out in a panicked voice. Why am I using a panicked voice? This is my brain, my domain.
The figure on the cot stirs. Its eyes shoot open, and gaze around the room appraisingly, until they settle on me. Then they open wide in confusion and shock.
"Who are you!?"
The figure on the cot calls out. The figure on the cot...is me.
My god....what have they done to me...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 18, 2008 23:09:35 GMT -8
To make the choice. That choice, to choose weather to rescue and run…find the kid and save him. Or to save the man obviously in trouble. She didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to save a younger life, one that could live for such much more…the other wanted to save the man who had saved her. Her long hair fall over her eyes and she bit her lip. She tried to forget that it was already swollen and bleeding as she bit harder.
Confusion, what was the right choice. Or she could grab and run. God Damnit this was difficult. Why was she being put into situation where she suddenly became the protagonist, she was supposed to be the lazy side character or the mysterious fighter. Like in that one anime Romeo x Juliet that Homi liked so much. She was the Tybalt…and here she was being the Juliet…of that anime. Her novel counterpart didn’t count for much and this entire experience had nothing to do with love.
Then a smirk crossed her lips. It would do no good to drag him along. A hindrance to her own selfish escape…he had made his choice to sacrifice himself…he would be angry if she choose differently. She turned away from him and smirked over her shoulder.
“DON’T DIE GRAMPS, OR I SWEAR ILL BRING YOU BACK AND SHOW YOU THING OR TWO GOT THAT!” she called then turned picking up her rapier and running. She grabbed olesyia hand as she dashed by trying to drag her with. They would take the exact route he had indicated to get to the stairs. She would fight there and save the poor kid. She didn’t know why but she felt protective over him.
It reminded her of her little brother. …
*flash back!*
“Adam your going to be interviewed today, so stop acting 5 and act like a gentlemen!” Vera shouted angrily.
Bastille humped behind her and walked up to Adam picking him up with her small 9 year old body. She had just returned from the secret place where she once again was meeting with Leon. She smirked.
“he’s only 6 Versailles, ill clean him up and get him good as knew, you cant expect someone his age to know all this already” she said shyly taking her brother to the wash room.
“sissy, when I get older will I be able to talk back at Vera like you do?” he asked innocently. “someday, im sure…you can talk back to her now if you want…just don’t be impolite about it.” She smiled touching his face with a wet rag. “I love you big sis, Bessie!” he chimed like an angel. “Since when do I get a nick name huh Alan?” she replied with a heart felt smile…
*flash back end* She continued to dash weather the other girl had followed her or not. She would wait if she stopped or what, but she didn’t say a word. She had a motivation. She didn’t understand where her life was taking her, but she knew she had to follow it without questions. She would contemplate it later.
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 24, 2008 20:50:06 GMT -8
“…Obviously, you mistake me for someone who’ll rape---who could rape you.” Emily's eyes opened wide for a moment as she saw that he was basically stripped of what most would call the thing that made men--- well, men. Her hand reaching up at the nape of her neck, she rubbed it -- slightly feeling pain. Adrenaline stopped to pump onto her veins -- and thus ----- Lub dub...
... Lub dub...
... Lub... dub... ---Emily was back -- or at least, Kari went into hiding again. Emily's stance softened, almost as if she was letting her guard down entirely. “…I’d rather not end up killing us both, y’know…”"As do I." She said, approaching him cautiously. "It's so boring inside this pile of cement, no?"A grin before she stopped walking, the girl's arms crossed above her chest. "Why not help me get out of here? Let's escape together! I'm sure that those people that have captured me --... and you... would be a greater challenge for you."
"What do you say...?"She was hoping he'd say yes. Because he did, maybe she'd have a chance of finally leaving this place -- considering the fact that she was placed in a cell on the other side of the building, Emily's chances of being found during the escape was pretty slim unless she went and did something on her own.
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Nov 28, 2008 22:30:03 GMT -8
Black out.....
"He HE HE HAAAA" They thought the shadows of the mortal world could blind me….Pound, Pound, Pound….. I,…we felt their auras, cocky, self absorbed, they didn’t know what sort of hell hound they now had to deal with, I felt my aura building, the yellow flames licking my body, like the will of Lucifer himself… they shall pay for my.. our suffering, their flesh and blood shall run down my tongue, as their final trashes drain their life…. Pound, Pound, Pound….. Sniff… Sniff There were even stronger auras…. 2 of them, one felt like an inferno… it felt like fun….the other…..it…it was like mine…. It had the blood of Shen in it… could it be the old ma….no it can’t be I cried over his… his dead body… Pound, Pound, Pound….. I must not think of him I must just become stronger ….stronger no one would ever take anyone I care about from me, …us ever again… and those who trrrryyyy , shall he he welllll die….. These newly appearing aura were more interesting, droping to all fours I began to dash toward the location of these,…. These chalanges…… letting loose a howl of the interal beast I began to run…. Searching to a stop near my cell I saw my backhead head phones in one of the dead enforcers pockets,… bastard,, sliping them on I clicked play…..reaching down I tore the flesh away from the, pathetic fools cheat tearing out the heart, sinking my fangs in to the driping mass I tasted the beautiful, …..wonderfull…. Rush…..exiting out I contuned to run and as I approached a stair case, my headphone began to play, quiet riots, Party all night….. ( Well I'm an animal, yes I'm a cannibal, They say I'm out for blood, One thing I wanna do is…) Kill
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Post by olesya on Nov 30, 2008 17:55:50 GMT -8
"Stand down of be my lunch!"
...Ramen boy?
He looked deranged as ever, but that made one less person to find. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...right? No, 6. 6? All the excitement plus the aftereffects of the experimental drugs in her system had left Olesya little absent minded. Days melted into days, faces all looked the same, only a few sticking out in the midst of a hazy view. White-haired girl (Emily? No not Emily, though she was here too. The other one..she fought with Dragon Boy...), Ramen Boy. Gramps. And they were going to get out of here.
-BLACK OUT-
"Shit." Olesya cursed, blinking rustratedly into the darkness, trying to ward off the dark blindness. Broomk, broomk.. The sound of cans hitting the floor followed by a hissing sound...gas?!Pulling the white collar of her inmate shirt over her mouth and nose, Olesya coughed as the artificial smoke stung her lungs. Her shirt didn't filter out all of it, but it helped.
"Reporting...FIRE!"
What?!
“UWOOAAAAHHH…! GO! NOW! I’LL HOLD THEM OFF.”
Gramps pulled a large chunk of wood out to fend off the jerks that were firing in on them. Olesya ducked instinctively at the sound from the offending...whoever-they-were. When Gramps told them to run, playing the guardian in a go-on-without-me sort of fashion, Olesya naturally objected.
"What...?! No-!"
“DON’T DIE GRAMPS, OR I SWEAR ILL BRING YOU BACK AND SHOW YOU THING OR TWO GOT THAT!”
The white haired girl grabbed Olesya by the hand and dragged her toward the stairs that Gramps had indicated for them. Caught off guard she stumbled a few steps, still looking back where Gramps was gearing up to fight whoever-they-were. She tugged on the grip the white haired girl had on her hand defiantly before finally turning around the right way and following Bastille toward the stairs that would hypothetically lead them to freedom.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 14, 2008 16:25:42 GMT -8
DANGER! THE THREE-PRONGED ATTACK! Theme Song: THE MOST DANGEROUS WAY from Dynasty Warriors 6
The Three Running In The Dark “Ah-hahaha... Going somewhere?” *Snap*
*Flick*
Within the pitch black of the darkness in the halls, these lights gleamed a painful, surgical white. For the boy by the name of Dots, there would be strange auras generated there, multiple ones from singular vessels, specifically for the means of drawing them there into the clear light. Clarity---But they were seemingly broken, and a man familiar to the one known as Bastille would be smiling, as another figure stood to his side, hidden in the shadows."Nothing... nothing is wasted," Honda noted in his moderately heavy, regal voice, practiced for dramatics, controlled monotone, and display. Even as he slowly reached into his jacket to pull out a cigarette, the amount of control, the temptation. With his other hand, a golden lighter. The facts accumulated circulated in his head.
There, the red-eyed one, Bastille Cunningham: Expert swordsmen. Preferred style: Fencing. Collected data indicates trace amounts of tobacco in her lungs. According to detail, the side effects of one of the experiments (of course, obviously unlabeled) was the length in hair. The disadvantage of letting her long hair get in the way was obvious. Qi is currently a bit of an anomaly. Dangerous.
Next, the punk girl, Oleysa deBogart: Movements tend to reflect dance when attacking. Specializes mostly in low attacks and kicks. Varies styles between exchanging blows and hit-run tactics. Qi unknown. Dangerous.
...Out of the corner of his eye (or perhaps it was reported to him by one of those microscopic communicators) was Dots in the nearby area. A wild card, always going for lethal attacks. Best described as a hit-and-run berserker type. Can endure pain, but it doesn't take to knock him out. Qi is... self-enhancing, but self-destructive over time. Dangerous.
Batting his eye at all his test subjects, he raised up his fingers. Blue lines, derived from his foreign Qi, much like threads, stretched out into the darkness, to his newest puppet, still hidden in the shadows.
Honda smiled."Calculations processed, processing... Chance for victory 76%. Not perfect, but good odds for maximum data collection," licking his lips to the cigarette, eying Bastille in particular with the cigarette, taunting, even as the blue lines suddenly disappeared. Everything was for a reason with this man. Even the risk of failure, and more importantly, the attempt. Honda smiled as the next experiment---"Mission D.A.R.K. initiating...""...Target verified. Commencing hostilities."
...Said Roland Walter Graff.Masaru And An Army Of... Theme Song: THE MOST DANGEROUS WAY from Dynasty Warriors 6 And with that, a SLEW OF SOME OF THE MOST TORTURED, DERANGED, PATHETIC, CRAZED, AND MURDEROUS PEOPLE EMERGED.
...Some darted off. A few others walked slowly off. Yes, into the darkness.---And in various parts, it sounded like some were starting to pound away at the walls or ceilings. However, a good handful of them remained. At least five of them... At most, maybe seven...(Masaru's Choice [Contact Me Outside Of This Thread])?“General. I detect two units of two converging on our location. Orders?”“¿sredrO .noitacol ruo no gnigrevnoc owt fo stinu owt tceted I .lareneG” ...Actually, from the way some of them looked, with the red, glowing eyes of the Twins in the darkness, literally illuminating it, some of those that remained behind with varying postures might have looked slightly forcibly controlled. In fact, for when the others left, as opposed to the whooping and cries of joy, vengeance, and other nonsensical statements, it seemed eerily in order. As if someone... or something were controlling them to keep quiet. Or if there was some sort of force field surrounding those who were currently grouped together.
But if Masaru was put in charge, then his orders would have to be swift. The sound of boots and armor were getting closer and closer, from just around the unlit hallways...
*Clunk* *Clunk* *Clunk* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *Clunk* *Clunk* *Clunk* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK* *CLUNK** * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Giant & Her Theme Song: One Last Sunset by Killswitch Engage "As do I."She approached him, quietly. The violent intent urging. In turn, the giant resisted as well."It's so boring inside this pile of cement, no?"---Ah. And with that, the man realized the kind of game she was trying to play at him. But, he was finding himself agreeing with her."Why not help me get out of here? Let's escape together! I'm sure that those people that have captured me --... and you... would be a greater challenge for you."His brows furrowed, there was a glint in his eye."What do you say...?""---This is my tomb. And you deny me my request---fine. But it is not me you should be afraid of---The man in charge of this prison's security easily twice, maybe three times more powerful then you..."...The man was scarily observant.
Hefting himself, he slowly walked to the sealed door, before turning to her. His facial expression looked completely irritated. Why didn't he want to escape? Just because he no longer had his manhood, what destroyed his will to live beyond his room?---
*BOOM*
THE ENTIRE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY SHOOK.
...The door was punched open. But the ceiling began crumble atop them, the debris falling... This room wouldn't last long. His punch was too powerful, had affected the cornerstones of his own imprisonment. He did this on purpose. To exemplify his strength. To display the monster he had become, changed permanently into. He could exist in the normal society---He was now just a weapon for destruction. Knowing this, he walked to the center, as the debris fell about him, knowing he would be buried alive. He looked at the girl one more time. Knowing that if she stayed in this prison, eventually she and all her compatriots would be turned into monsters similar like the rest of them who had stayed here for too long."I was a man named Mark Barkwood. I am now the monster Jean "Roid" Luc. And this will be my final act. Go, if you do not want to die with me."
"...See you on the other side."His mind would not be changed. The rumblings grew louder as a large chunk fell from the ceiling, to fall on him---And the girl named Emily would regret it if she tried to stop him.
...But what would she regret more?* * * * * * * * * * * * *
In The Dark With Gramps Theme Song: Precious Park from Armored Core For Answer [/u][/center] "EYUAGH..."I charged forth, branch of wood being flung about in a seemingly random way, it may have surprised the younger folk, but I was actually blocking all of the shots. However, noticing this, one of the Armored Enforcers signaled to the other with a brief look over. Not that I saw this, of course, I was too busy trying not to get shot. His partner maintaining supporting fire gave the noticing Armored Enforcer the chance to reach to his belt, and throw a flashbang---
*BANG*
Flinging myself backwards, I couldn't hear or see anything. But... I wasn't hit by anything... Slashing my hunk of wood around randomly, I kept up what I believed to be a strong defense, just in case, 'til my senses came back to. Realizing I was alone again, and in the dark no less, I cursed silently to myself... Catch up with the youngsters, or pursue?... Call me selfish, but turned about and quickly made after what I believed to be the direction of those three...
God, I hope they were alright.* * * * * * * * * * * * *
OH SHI- HE'S ON THE MOVE! Theme Song: Scorcher from Armored Core For Answer [/u][/center] *“Sir, we've discovered a mass break out. Requesting assistance.”*
*"Roger... Ja, I shall be zer myself. Contain zem until I get zer!"*"You, und you... make sure ze stairwell remains unguarded... I shall return."[/color] Saluting in the darkness, watching as the German saluted back at them, before going at ease... no goggles, walking around exactly as if he could see everything perfectly, he arched his backward suddenly. A strange look on his lips, his teeth shining black in the lack of light. His eyes, hidden in the darkness of his hat within the darkness of this hallway.
Something wicked this way comes.
With a fire flickering, growing in the darkness, speeding down the hallway, growing into the figure of a man of fire flying with terrible, terrible speed...
WITH GREAT, TERRIBLE SPEED, AT MASARU'S CONTINGENT.OOC: And I Personally Apologize For Failing You, The RPer In Not Only A Drastic Drop In Quality, But For Failing To Post In A Readily Fast Manner.
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Post by Masaru on Dec 14, 2008 17:09:51 GMT -8
MASARU'S PARTY! “General. I detect two units of two converging on our location. Orders?” “¿sredrO .noitacol ruo no gnigrevnoc owt fo stinu owt tceted I .lareneG”As the situation seemed to begin to favor Masaru more and more, Masaru lost his fatigue, although he almost fainted from the rush of so many people moving by him at the same time. Most of the people he saved seemed to be going in the direction he was heading earlier, or was it? Masaru's mind was so fuzzy at the time he didnt know, but they most likely were heading towards the exit. Endless scenarios came into Masaru's mind. They could either catch up to the mob and try to get them to defend from both sides, and possibly escape. Or they could go the opposite direction the mob went and perhaps save other prisoners. Two front battles never went well, and Masaru wanted to go deeper into the building and save more people. Masaru began ordering his new band of people, saying where people should go, making small rounded ranks. Then he saw it.... a flaming thing in the distance racing towards Masaru's group. This possibly posed a problem. Masaru quickly divided his group in two. Him leading ALPHA Squad, After cross elimination, Masaru chose him to lead the DELTA Squad. After splitting the squads, Masaru put the Delta squad in a open cell, then placed his Alpha squad in the open cell on the opposite wall. After breaking the doors off, so that they wouldnt close and lock them in, They waited, prepared to ambush the thing flying towards them.
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 15, 2008 11:31:54 GMT -8
As Emily was talking, she was holding Kari back. That part of her that lost all hope with the world. No, Emily mustn't lose to that. There were many things to put hope in, and though escaping would be a very tough job to do -- she had hope that she and the others would make it out alive. "---This is my tomb. And you deny me my request---fine. But it is not me you should be afraid of---The man in charge of this prison's security easily twice, maybe three times more powerful then you..."Emily's left arm fell to her side as she held it with the other. Her wounds were still fresh considering how deep they were. The adrenaline rush began slowing down, and started to remind her of the pain that still existed on that limb. The man walked towards the sealed door. Was he going to open it for her? And then he punched it, with strength enough to take the entire facility down. The door flew away, and the room began crumbling into the mess it deserved but he wasn't moving. He wasn't going to escape with her?! Emily's concern wasn't his strength, nor the fact that she was free. He was walking towards the center of the room, and entire room was crumbling at a dangerous pace. "I was a man named Mark Barkwood. I am now the monster Jean "Roid" Luc. And this will be my final act. Go, if you do not want to die with me." "What?!" Emily ran next to the giant, tugging him towards the door with her puny strength (compared to his). She heard a large crack from the ceiling and looked up. A huge piece of cement was going to fall on them if they didn't hurry. "Don't throw your life away like this! Come on! Please!""...See you on the other side."*Rumble* "Mark! Please!"Tears were streaming down Emily's face as she tugged him in panic. A huge sound then came, the chunk finally falling. Emily would be crying as her feet tore her from the side of the giant and leapt away, far from the huge rock, which was now the man's tomb. She tried to stop him.
She wanted to stop him.
... and yet, she couldn't even move him.
She was still THAT weak. Emily shook as she leaned against a crumbling wall next to the door, pulling herself together. "M-mark... why...?" It took her a good minute to rid herself of that momentary depression. Emily burst through the wall and began running through the hallways, trusting her instincts for directions. There were not a lot of enforcers around in the immediate area. Did this mean that they were all somewhere else? They would probably be running at her direction now unless... ... unless... "A mass breakout..." she said, wiping the tears from her face as she kept on running. "They're here! They've come for us!" At least, that's what she fueled her mind with: the thought of a rescue. The girl was running furiously, but made a little detour to a room she found open. It seemed like an inventory room. ... and Hilaga and Timog was there, along with her old clothes. She made a quick grab of them, tying her shirt by the waist with the sleeves and covered Hilaga, Timog, and her vials with her skirt. Emily was resolved to escape -- but she decided that she would never escape alone. She was quickly heading somewhere, but where? --- and to who? Was she going to meet someone? Would she find Olesya and Dots? The Dragons, perhaps? Where was she? Where were they?
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