Fate

[Vincent.]

[shadow=shadow,left,300]Bringing The Heat[/shadow]

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A black van would make a sharp turn into Lot B, the back doors swinging wildly open—Vincent, in a slim black hoodie and grey cargo pants, was tossed against the wall of the vehicle for a moment before he re-steadied himself with an irritated mutter, and crawled onto the topmost barrels of gasoline, withdrawing a knife from the pocket of his pants. He squirmed along dangerously toward the open back of the moving van, hoping to a god he didn’t even believe in that his driver didn’t go too fast over a speed bump.

He reached down with the blade and stabbed a large hole in the bottom of each of the barrels, hacking to widen them so that the gasoline flowed freely from the new openings and onto the asphalt below. The vehicle made another sharp turn to the left as it neared the front of the parking lot, cutting through the crowd of Barker’s cronies and leaving behind a wet trail of extremely flammable liquid. Vincent, meanwhile, was holding on for dear life and crawling back to the narrow space behind the barrels. He slipped down behind them again and waited for Richard’s signal; he shouted when they were nearing the field, and Vincent got to work slicing through the straps that held the heavy barrels in place. With the top two undone and nearly empty, he shoved them easily out of the vehicle and watched as they tumbled loudly into the crowd of experiments and enforcers. The next two were more difficult and had to be pushed one at a time, but they too were expelled from the trunk and into the crowd with deafening clangs.

And now, to heat things up a bit.

Vincent picked up his MP5 and aimed carefully at one of the last two barrels, still full of gasoline— and fired. In a matter of seconds the thing erupted into a fountain of fire, igniting the other barrel, and most importantly, the thick track of fuel that would cut at least half of the small army out of the picture, at least temporarily. Intense flames would spring up from the ground with a vengeance, creating a blast of heat that would have singed the tips of Vincent’s white hair if Richard had not made a sharp right turn out of the parking lot and onto the grass field. Vincent, of course, was staring at the explosion with a small smile growing on his face.

...Until he was tossed yet again against the wall of the vehicle as it lurched to the left. He winced and steadied himself.


The van sped and bumped across the grass toward Lot A, made a sharp right toward buildings A and B, and then stopped abruptly. Vincent jumped out of the back looking slightly disheveled, but approached the other members of Fire Team quickly, his violet eyes alert and focused. He switched the trigger module onto single firing mode and then glanced around him with a guarded look.

Meanwhile, Richard Stock would slide out of the front seat of the van with his weapon to act as Fire Team’s rear guard.

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Current Stats with Items (+ 20% Boosts from “Unfettered”’s ‘Ambition’)
STR: 20 + 4 = 24
DEX: 15 + 3 = 18
CON: 15 + 3 = 18
INT: 20 + 4 = 24
WIS: 15 + 3 = 18
CHA: 5 + 1 = 6

Current Location:

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Equipped

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MP5 + 5 clips
Browning 9mm + 5 clips
Glock 21 + 5 .45 ACP clips
Chest Kevlar
Combat knife

Molotov Cocktails Used: 0/2

[Zack Asiv]

Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice!

Asiv's office door would burst into pieces as three soldiers would rush in, pointing weapons, one would be met with a hammer thrown from across the room, sharp end imbedding into his chest, as John Ong rushed forward, his entire body alight with fire, dispatching the other two rather easily, until Mitsoumi's body seemed to flash intot he room, carrying John with it by the neck, as his body was slammed not just into, but through a window, the glass would rain down onto the fire team before it would have a chance to enter the building, as Mitoumi would hurl John at the van that had been lighting the battlefield on fire.

John's body would hit the van with such force, it would crumble and lift off two of its wheels, before completely capsizing.



@amakusa:

- Clone Amakusa would take the hit with a cross guard, as he fell, his hand would catch the ground and a boot would launch up at Amakusa's gut to send him back as Clone Amakusa would get back to a standing position.

@everyone Else: Everything seems to be going as planned, almost too easily.

The ambush teams and fire teams are able to clear the buildings except for the floor with Asiv's office. (Fourth Floor Building A.)

The fires set cut off enemy and ally battle as people are able to back track to the parking lot A and set up a good defensive position.

Mitsoumi is in Mr. Asiv's office.

[Vespyr]

Something Ominous

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A body was impaled on her swords, slumped forward and bleeding from the mouth— Vespyr kicked it forcefully in the gut and watched joylessly as it slid off and crumpled to the ground. She felt a sudden presence behind her, and a hand grabbed the back of her collar before she had a chance to turn, but there was no need to. She swung the right-handed sword over her head and behind, chopping straight through her aggressor’s wrist, and then pivoted on her left heel. The other blade was pierced straight into his stomach, and then withdrawn. She would move along.

The black fabric on her left shin looked wet, blacker than usual; she’d taken a rough kick from one of her victims before she managed to cut his head off with a vicious swing of the blade, but she felt nothing and probably wouldn’t discover it until later on. She was losing track of time very quickly, quite possibly because everything happened so fast— barely any time had passed at all, though, and in that time she had left behind at least four bodies dead on the ground. Her path was meandering in the direction of building A when she stopped suddenly, feeling that something was not right. Narrowing her eyes, she concentrated on the flow of power in the area and its surroundings; an odd ability that “Unfettered”’s soul ring allowed her to do. While the entire school seemed plagued with dangerously high-powered individuals… if the sense had been read on a Geiger counter, the magnitude in Buildings A and D would have nearly exploded the damn thing. It was slightly disconcerting, and she would turn her killing path in the opposite direction.

“’Teal’, there’s something weird going on in Building A and there's definitely a strong hostile force in Building D.”

She spoke quietly, bracing herself for a charge by one of the experiments. She would hold a steady stance but swiftly step out of the way when he reached her, merely extending her blade across his path at the last second. A sickening slicing sound could be heard over the Bluetooth.

“Warn the others to stay away from there. Something’s not—FFF-”

Someone in the blind spot of her left peripherals had swiftly roundhouse kicked her in the gut, causing her to fall backward a few feet, winded, the swords falling from her hands. Her attacker kicked them away, stepping in front of her and glaring down in silence. Vespyr reached for the saber claws sheathed at her hips and slid them out as she rose quickly to her feet. She lunged forward without a moment’s hesitation and jabbed toward her assailant’s face, the edge of the blade cutting into through his arm as he attempted to block the incoming punch. He punched across with his other arm, landing a fist hard into her right shoulder and knocking her balance slightly askew. Physically shaken but undeterred, she hooked with her left fist, bringing the jagged edge of the saber into the side of his skull. He was stunned for a moment, the bleeding blocking arm lowering away, leaving an opening for Vespyr to hook again with her right, this time using the arc movement to slice his neck open with the saber.



After he fell, Vespyr would sheathe the sabers and pick her twin swords up from the ground a few feet away. She looked up just in time to see a body being hurled rather forcefully from a broken window on the fourth floor.

“…I repeat. Stay clear of building A.”

Her eyes turned from the building to the crowd of fighting bodies that surrounded her, feeling slightly overwhelmed; there were so many of them. Still, she was not put off from completing her task. She reached around to the small pack hanging alongside the machete on her back, and withdrew a drink bottle full of gasoline. With the lighter from her pocket she lit the end of the damp rag and hurled the fire bomb at the nearest cluster of Barker’s henchmen, and glared in their direction as it exploded into flames amongst them.

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Current Stats with Items (+ Color Drugs + 20% Boosts from “Unfettered”’s ‘Ambition’)
STR: 62 + 6 = 68
DEX: 70 + 5 + 8 = 83
CON: 52 + 5(x2) + 8 = 70
INT: 41 + 6 = 47
WIS: 66 + 6 = 72
CHA: 51 + 8 = 59

Current Location:

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Weapons

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Twin Blades
Machete
Saber Claws

Molotov Cocktails Used: 1/6

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

Out of the blue, an armored truck with a massive PA system arrived on top of the largest hill behind the school and Priest dressed in the signature priest robes along with a tattered fedora stepped out and began to speak over the PA in a deep and commanding voice.

“Hail High and Hail Lo, For now the biblical storm may blow, shedding forth my mortal flesh, for now my true face is shown …”

Taking off his torn and battered fedora and throwing it, his Ice white hair blew in the winds of war, showing this priests origins as an experiment. This solemn priest now felt as though he was the Monster of Frankenstein, sent by god to seek retribution against his creator, The man who created the sins that sent this priest to Hell.

“Having been reborn from the embers of hell, I now pray they to seek forgiveness for their sins, for gods fury is greater than even the might of Lucifer, I dare attest for I be the Angel of Retribution. I give you all warning so thou may repent and beg that your ends be swift and by your own hands.”

Letting lose a howling laugh the priest stepped forward and raised both hands to the sky in an almost divine stance. As if perfectly timed the wind howled causing his long hair to dance and his long sleeves to side down his arms showing the gleaming gauntlets that made the demon Dots famous. Using only a small fraction of his Qi without fully activating it, the priest shaped his glowing yellow aura in to a visible set of four angelic wings. At this moment any who had ever fought or fought alongside Dots would recognize him.

“Oh Holy Father, I your vengeful son honor you with the blood to be shed, for now I shall perform my duties as your fury and send a wave of suffering though the souls of these sinners. Now all I ask is for you to bless I and my church with the strength of your left hand, and lead us to Victory…… AMEN”

Finishing his prayer Dots donned his famous armor and weapons over his deep black priest robes and turned towards the battlefield.
As he faced the roaring fight seven men exited out of the truck to stand at his side. Having the signature white hair of experiments their origins were known to any who could see them. However as a sign of their separation from barker they all wore bright white bands fastened around their wrists embroidered with a single title

“E.E.A.F.C.R.”

Seeing the fire that split Barkers Forces a small man Stepped to Dot’s side. Advising opportune attack moments was his specialty.



“Father, now we may purge wicked souls”

Turning Towards the rest of the men Dots Raised is voice and proclaimed. He felt his heart pounding with righteous fury, he was now ready to seek revenge for he and his kind.

…Let them fear me…..

“You are blessed with the right, noble brothers”

Raising his gauntleted hand high Dots let a cry of fury ring out and with a swift downward movement of the arm he commanded his church onward in an attempt a rear flank the army of Barker’s that is traped in parking lot B. As they accelerated down the hill, the eight men formed a spear formation guarding their leader Dots(in Position 4) and they were braced to counter at any sign of aggression.

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Escaped Experiment Assault Force of the Church of The Revered

E.E.A.F.C.R.



Assault Member Number 1

M1ch3113 Evis

Strength: 80
Dexterity: 75
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 10

Qi Name: Destrox
Qi Ability: Gains +50 Strength For Every Point Of Constitution Consumed/Sacrificed.



Assault Member Number 2

"Eyevann"

Strength: 50
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 125
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 5

Qi Name: Iron Wall
Qi Ability: Ignores all attacks for 1 post every 5 posts.



Assault Member Number 3

"Felicio"

Strength: 5
Dexterity: 5
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 5
Charisma: 180

Qi Name: Kitten Armor
Qi Ability: For every cat he has attached to his body, he is granted a bonus to his Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, & Wisdom = to his Charisma/3.
-Notes: Carries two cats with him in every thread. Typically ductaped to his nipples.



Assault Member Number 5

"Pills"

Strength: 30
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 30
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 30

Qi Name: Drug Dealer
Qi Ability: Can eject up to 10 pills made of his hardened blood.
-Pill Effects: +30 All Statistics. Does not stack and will knock out anyone trying to overdose. -30 All Statistics For 30 Days After Post Consumed In.

Assault Member Number 6

Kanzaki Inuki

Strength: 45
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 40
Intelligence: 25
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 20

Qi Name: Yakuza Improvisation
Qi Ability: Can spread his Qi into 1 weapon at a time.
-Y.I. Weapon grants wielder +10 Strength, +10 Dexterity.



Winston Churchmountain

Assault Member Number 7

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 65
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 60

Qi Name: Commander of Britanne
Qi Ability: All Members of "Church of the Revered" Gain +Charisma/6 To All Statistics.




Assault Member Number 8

"Inviji"

Strength: 5
Dexterity: 5
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 50
Wisdom: 100
Charisma: 40

Qi Name: Clairvoyance
Qi Ability: Can see everything within a 100 foot radius. Physical statistics are frozen permanently, ignores items. Must manually shut down every three posts, to avoid getting overwhelmed and auto-K.O.'ed.

[John]

John's body felt like it was completely smashed. He didn't seem to get along with vehicles for some reason. Pulling himself from the wreckage, blood dripping down his face, and out his mouth from impact damage. He started moving back towards the building he was thrown out of.

Pulling the ballistics mask with the special large cat designs on it, he got to the side of the building.

"I want my hammer, mother fucker!"

Bending his knee's he burst into flame once again, launching up to the third floor window, grabbing hold with his finger tips he pulled enough to grab it tightly, kicking off the wall to give himself leverage to climb up. Jumping again he went into the window completely on fire.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Eagle Team

Eagle Team followed their orders to a T as the battle quickly escalated, providing barker's forces with both intel and fire support. As they plugged away at the forces of the school there seemed to be no surprises. Barker's forces entering the school, chaos from the unexpected gunfire. The main thing that really ran across every member of eagle team's mind was, "Why hadn't their opposition expected them to come armed?" They had been warned about this attack right? In fact that was the exact thought that was running though one member of the team's head, before a bullet tore through his mind, erasing the thought and spraying his brain matter all over his buddy next to him.

"Sniper!" The other member of eagle team would exclaim as his buddy crumpled to the ground, quite dead. This exclamation would cease the shooting of all the other members of eagle team whose primary objective had changed to locating the sniper that threatened their mission of keeping the members of Barker's teams, inside the school and out, informed and picking off and obstructing the objectives of the opposing forces.

"In the east, from a rooftop!" The sniper would add as he lifted his SR25 attempting to find the sniper before he too was blown away, his own training keeping him steady. He knew he was likely gone which is why he had stayed to at least add something. Running was pointless because he was exposed. The shot likely came from above him as his buddy, Joey, had been pushed backwards and predominantly down. There weren't very many tall buildings around so it shouldn't be difficult, the real problem was finding the shooter. The report of the rifle was not going to produce enough sound over the explosions going off everywhere was that was out of the question. His guess of where the other sniper was would prove to be correct as he found his scope placed on the man in a, wheelchair? Before the sniper could pull his trigger though there was a flash from the other man's rifle, sending a bullet through his scope, into his eye erasing him too from existence.

The sniper's last words though had not been in vain. His guess had been correct but it was his words that had made his sacrifice worthwhile as it brought eyes upon the tallest building instantly. It may have been harder to find the sniper and his spotter if they had not made the same mistake the other two snipers from Eagle Team had. Sitting on the roof silhouetted you to the sky, making discovering your position easy to a counter sniper, if not painfully obvious. The other members of Eagle team, however were inside their separate buildings, not only obscuring their numbers, but hiding in the shadows of windows made them especially difficult, if not impossible, to spot. With four of the six remaining members of eagle team using silenced weapons, the muzzle flashes from their shots would be lessened by far making them even more difficult to spot. With the man in the wheelchair's flaw of position, his advantage of having the drop was not only about to end, but be reversed, for him and his spotter.

This would come as one member of Eagle team would say,"I've got the sniper."

While another replied, "I got the spotter."

A few moments after the slaying of their fellow members two of the SR25 members of Eagle would place rounds in the sniper and spotter's chests, center mass while the others looked on. It didn't matter that they had kevlar on or not as the round was armor piercing(7.62x51mm NATO). Perhaps at this range the round would not be able to exit through the back of any armor, but definitely the round would have the incapacitating effect desired, if not an outright kill. Regardless their position made confirming a kill impossible, but they could confirm by sight that the pair was in fact incapacitated, after which the team would resume their observe and destroy duties.

(Teal and Marina are incapacitated, Mikey approved.)

It was after the sniping incident that things started to happen. As this came about the entire campus began to explode with activity. It was at this point that the mission of eagle team was to observe so that the rest of Barker's Forces might adequately respond to the changing battlefield. They were going to take action when deemed necessary in order to ensure the maximum body count possible. So when the action started occurring so did the chatter.

"Fire teams entering Building D."

"Vans moving through lot B, dropping, gasoline? Shit they just lit it."

"Firewall in lot B. They've cut off reinforcements from the north for the time being."

"Trucks and Vans parking in lot A. Some troop transports, possibly escape vehicles?"

"Confirmed. Most of us have bad shots, especially the high powereds."

"Okay Eagle team time to regroup and change position. We're taking out those transports."

"Roger"

"Confirmed"

"On my way"

"Changing position"

"Covering, All clear at the present"

Since the sniping incident eagle team had not fired further rounds. Now they were concerned with eliminating the transports, insuring a higher casualty count forcing all those escaping to make their way out on foot. The problem was, being west of the school Lot A was mostly obstructed. In the action the saw most of what was happening, however they weren't left with clear shots. So, they were going to regroup and enter buildings that provided better shots. To do this they would play a game of leap frog to regroup and the southern most position of the team. Moving the the west side of their own buildings, making sure the northern most member was clear to move, checking the roads to the north, south and west. Since the Southern most member was in the best position to view the school his primary concern was to make sure that there was no one coming from the east to interrupt their movement. As soon as the path was deemed clear, which wasn't too long seeing as they were two hundred yards to the west of the school and action the northern most member of the team of six would sling his rifle over his shoulder and withdraw the P228 sidearm that they all had been issued and under the instruction of the others precede to the next building where the next team member wait. Under instruction he would continue south, quickly and quietly, keeping low. Provided there were no interruptions when he made it to the southern most building he would enter and take up a position inside, unslinging his 50 cal rifle so the next member in the line could do the same, moving a building further south then him, so on and so forth until they were in position. The order of the men in terms of their rifles would be this, the first man, presently in the southern most building had an M95, the next two SR25's, then another M95, then the next two buildings, including the new position of the first man were in possession of SR25s. The game of leap frog would continue until they were in buildings with each man having an empty building between him and the next.

(OOC: Providing no resistance Eagle team will be fully capable to resume firing in three posts.)

Patrick O'Connor

Patrick saw the anger that had initially registered, and even with his new found abilities he wasn't entirely sure if the snarl was at him or some other thought that he had. Regardless Kiyoshi had let him speak. Though the the way the Japanese man had responded to his monologue it was almost as if Patrick could feel a hint of disgust. It was regrettable but Patrick knew it was for the best. That had been the entire point of this anyway. 259 had to lose this battle for his promotion. His promotion would ensure his direct access to a wealth of knowledge about Barker's army and hideouts. Enough knowledge that might even provide an end to this war that was in the favor of every human being on this planet, least that was the hope anyway. It wasn't a desirable path but Patrick was one of the few who could, which made that a simple choice.

“I see. So… shall we?”

Patrick didn't want to kill Kiyoshi, but he would do what he had to. While it was regrettable that it had to be this way the sake of the world was more important then Kiyoshi's life and far more important then Patrick's reputation, which had been shit to begin with, causing him to take up the guise of Daniel Heart. The information that Barker possessed had the valued potential great enough to warrant Patrick's massacre today and so that had made this worthwhile. And while Patrick respected Kiyoshi, that was a personal feeling and not one to give him any sway in how he carried out his mission.

"I've always respected ye," Patrick said emotionlessly, "In a different life we would have been friends."

And with that Patrick would allow Kiyoshi to do what he had to, no matter how futile it might have been.

Like Kiyoshi, Patrick had his own tools that allowed him to predict his opponent's movements and move accordingly. He was even able to read lips and understand languages that were not his, in addition to peering through walls and seeing in the dark. With those added perks everything else about his and Kiyoshi's visual capabilities were approximately the same. The major difference was that Kiyoshi's ability came from his glasses where as Patrick's came from his eyes, heavily upgraded by Barker to their gold tint.

Kiyoshi came charging and as he did Patrick aimed his pistol, in his right hand at the man. With his eyes aiming was such an easy feat, so he even attempted to aim at strictly Kiyoshi's frame and not his wooden swords in an effort to get clean and unimpeded shots. However to his amusement the swords always managed to be in the way of the bullet's would be path. Curious. That could be no mere coincidence. It made Patrick regret the finitey of his method of battle because he could already tell that Kiyoshi would have been a good opponent to face multiple times. A good friend to fight continuously, enjoying the battle.

As Kiyoshi finally closed the distance enough to take his swing the true reason Patrick had shot out the lights would be revealed. While killing visibility for your opponent while you still had it was a tactical advantage to seize whenever possible that was not Patrick's intent. Patrick was first and foremost, a denizen of the shadows. He always had been, and would continue to be until his death. Barker had realized this and seen fit to give him an additional Qi, along with his eyes, that forever kept him looking for and residing in the shadows. Patrick would use it as Kiyoshi took his swing at him.

To Kiyoshi, Patrick would seemingly disappear, gone from his sight entirely his swing hitting nothing but thin air. Patrick however would instantly reappear fifteen feet behind the Japanese boy, in the shadows he created. His gun pointed at Kiyoshi he would pull the trigger intending to put a 45 caliber round in the Japanese man's back. The Irishman would squeeze off two more rounds intended for Kiyoshi's lower back before ceasing.

Providing nothing unexpected occurred Patrick would lower his gun. The shots he had fired would likely come out Kiyoshi's stomach and chest cavity due to the weight and power of the round. This would leave very serious injury no doubt, however, Patrick was far from certain that those rounds were fatal. Very deadly? Yes, given that Kiyoshi didn't receive medical treatment in the very near future but Patrick had not confirmed that his rounds were in kill spots. In fact, he didn't really care to. As it stood he had done his part in killing the man.

Fate, however would always have its own intentions and Patrick knew that. He wondered absentmindedly if it would come into play as he turned around and walked down a dark and seemingly uninhabited corridor, deeper into the school. He was now aware of the escape vehicles via his radio with the private, encrypted channel. His new intentions were to follow and hunt Ambush team B. Using his fancy eyes he located them and would begin to stalk them, staying far enough away so they were unable to sense his presence. Waiting and watching them, looking for his chance to strike...

["Tuvlan"]

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OOC: This is occurring simultaneously... just not on the campus. Or anywhere nearly close to it.

Also, this post is still incomplete... but I'll have a basic summary up at the end of what I do have completed for the time being.

Going "Shopping"

A city on fire. A people in chaos. Police barely able to keep their own hides alive. Pandemonium in the streets. A nation dying.

Perfect time for the opportunists and looters of the world to stake their claim in the materialistic world. Shops to be abandoned, loved ones to be returned

to, lives to be saved, foes once before unknown raining death upon the populace.

The end of 259 was nigh.

The beginning of a new era was inevitable. And for a certain red-haired boy, he had already secured such a job for this so-called "new world."

The goal was simple: To obtain as much in terms of resources to supplement his fledgling faction's stockpile to not just survive this apocolpyse of

the era, but to start out in the next one on top.

The issue, aside from obvious, was approximately three-fold: The remaining police, the invading enemy of all, and competing looters.

It was going to be a fun day.~[/i]

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The boy was on his way back from the school, back towards "Home." From the care and the time that Miss Vespyr had taken to be elusive, the boy too had been

running at full sprint, zig-zagging through alleyways and jumping fences. While the day of the operation had been announced, no such signal had really been

discussed in full in regards to when it should begin.

...Except for the people flooding the streets, the buildings lit on fire, and the masses of people armed like invading soldiers that were busy securing

advantageous locations.

It took half an hour on foot, given the ferenzic way in which the boy carried himself and his irregular patterns of running to "home."

No one would be able to secure his location, much less make note of its priority. Not that this would occur to the boy---he was far too busy making it back

to "home" safely and undetected that he would have to hold himself up by his knees, his body hunkered down as made his way craftily through the "mine field"

of sharp objects and broken glass. While easy enough to navigate through, without practiced wariness would result in several cuts into his precious shoes---a

price he had paid far too often in only the past few days. Thankfully, he did not have to go all the way through as he saw the two.

Yes, the "twins" that followed around Vespyr. He had never bothered to ask them of their names, identifying them simply as fellow redheads that happened to

follow

Summary: "Tuvlan" and the Twins (Vespyr's NPCs) would proceed to loot the city.

OOC Notes:

Statistics:
-Strength: 30 + 6 = 36
-Dexterity: 30 + 10 = 40
-Constitution: 30 + 6 = 36
-Intelligence: 7
-Wisdom: 5 + 5 = 10
-Charisma: 10 + 5 = 15
Undistributed Statistics: 294

Items Equipped/Used:
-Christmas Hat: +5 Wisdom, +5 Constitution
-Black Worn Shirt: +4 Constitution
-"Smash" Stick: +6 Strength, +2 Constitution

• Special: The User Receives +3 Strength To The Stick Once Per Thread When He Screams "SMASH!"

-Santa's Cookie: 2x Consumed, +5 Dexterity Each

["Unfettered"]

OOC: I see what I did now. I accidentally copy-pasted Richard Stock as the NPC shooting as opposed to "Teal." >> Yes, it was "Teal."

I apologize for the following. This is such a shitty post, it might as well have been done in bullet points. XD

"All According To Plan"

300 yards.

105 feet (35 yards) looking down from their position, from the highest parallel school roof top up to "Teal's" position.

That meant that at best, the hypotenuse of any return shots were firing up at least 302.07~ yards.

That said, the SR-25 has a maximum firing range of 1000 meters. Approximately 1100 yards.

In terms of counter-sniping, this was text-book easy to figure. The idea to strive for "the high ground" has long been a concept that has been in the works to its own undermining. Central focus for anyone observant enough and even worse for someone who was in center of command. Essentially, while some short-term success, failure and ultimately death would be the only results from such a plainly suicidal position.

Plainly suicidal.

There was no smile on "Teal's" face as he placed his shots. One through the head of a fellow. The second (and ultimately last) through the scope of a man who was busy gabbing something (more then likely his position or about how positively delightful today's weather was).

His voice crackled through the bluetooth to all channels, to all teams at 259 as he held his sniper, checking the empty roof for a few seconds before scanning down to the windows.

"Building D."

"It haz been a pleasure ser---"

*BANG*

*BANG*

Marina's binoculars had barely even dropped from her eyes as blood erupted from her mouth, her body crumpling backwards as her upper torso and legs sandwiched together in a rag-doll effect. The effect of the shot on "Teal" was more to the effect of his entire upper body being flung back as he seemed to end up "relaxing" on his wheelchair, the sniper rifle cascading down from his hands onto his lap. His head snapped back as the wheels of his wheelchair proppeled itself slightly backwards. The hat had flown off the German's head as his eye focused for a second.

'...Not ze head...?'

The German tried to breath.

There was a hole in the bottom left of his lung.

The German tried to breat-

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*"Building D."*

*"It haz been a pleasure ser---"*

*BANG*

*BANG*

Loud and clear. Some of the members of Fire Team had to take off their bluetooths. "Unfettered's" eye immediately hardened. Their loss was obvious. The moment was theirs and clearly the enemy pro team that was against them would take these precious few seconds.

Gimmes that could be assumed would include:
-The transport team that had been assembled in Lot A.
-Lot B had been sacrificed and the fire would hold for another few minutes before Barker's force would overtake them.
-Building D's straggler students had been annihilated and/or were beyond saving.
-Building C's stragglers were in grave danger. (OOC: This would turn out to be partially false.)
-Building B was the safest building and would provide good cover in exchanging fire.
-Building A was an enigma with an incredible danger lurking there, according to Vespyr's ring's scouting.
-There was a rivaling "pro team."
-The enemy "pro team" were equipped for range and more than likely superior in terms of equipment.

Lot A was going to be torn up very soon.

That noted, "Unfettered's" eyes were right on the dot.

No sooner had the shots been fired over the bluetooth that "Unfettered" began immediately assuming command.

*"Fire Team, moving into Building B to begin assault on Building D vith Roger Summers und Vincent. Fire Team B vill consist of me und Taylor Hawkins. Ve shall be splitting up und taking a passage through Building A, innermost to ze courtyard."*

*"Ambush Teams A und B, report!"*

OOC: The following may negate a majority of the plausibility of the last paragraph in Eagle Team's section post.

Engaging Eagle Team
Ambush Team A

*"FUCKING Reporting! FEW SURVIVORS! Hans is FUCKING down! The flood is FUCKING continuing, we're proceeding to pull---"*

Ambush Team A's molotovs had been thrown primarily westward of Building D's main entrance, though about three of their eight molotovs had been thrown at particularly large groups that had come charging at the building. They had found few surviving students and the ones they had found they couldn't protect. Most were directed towards Lot A, but many were typically taken down before by the experiments or enforcers before they had this floor mostly secured.

However, the gun shots made things even worse.

Tai took a look through his iron sights, as he hunched over his gun, his left hand holding onto its body along with a knife gripped along with it. He disliked the usage of guns, naturally inclined towards brawling. However, his eye quickly focused towards a a militant man who was coming his way.

Unidentified.

Tai himself was in the doorway to a classroom, with Dora still busy firing out the classroom window. 'Hands' body was strewn in pieces in the hallway, blood dripping from his mouth, his upper torso barely composed with his gun stripped from his body. The experiments were brutal.

However:[/i]

*"FUCKING CONTACT!"*

Tai flipped up his gun, shooting seven rounds at the man's direction. Was he going for their room or for the exit perpendicular to the room? It didn't matter, they were on the second floor. If that didn't work, Tai would already be jumping to the side with his speed, tearing towards Dora.

He'd jump up and grab her by the collar as she was just stopped shooting westward of Building D into the crowd of experiments and Enforcers down below.

"Wait, fuck, the enemy armed contact?"---

She wouldn't be given a chance to finish that statement before she'd be hauled by her collar and brought out to the thin ledge outside the window as Tai barreled through it, his gun already slung. Bear was still watching on standby in the classroom, his own gun having stopped firing since the first "bang" over the bluetooth from their central command. Following Tai's lead, Bear would stand himself in the doorway, hunching over to shoot at the walls towards the guessed direction of the enemy. It was the worst scenario. They had two kids with them, huddled under the desks.

Tai's knife was stabbed into the wall in the last minute as he held Dora by the collar and as close to the wall as humanely possible, the two of them standing on the ledge outside the classroom's window. He would beckon wildly for the students to come with them to the ledge, before they jumped into the crowd.

*"FUCKING GET US OUT HERE, HUGH. THE SHITTY WESTERN WALL NOW."*

Setting Off The Explosives
Ambush Team B

Ploy #5 - 50/70 Intelligence

"Green" was engaging in his own particular mission with Ambush Team B in the meanwhile as the shots went off from Central Command. He had taken his team down into the ground floor of Building D and was currently finding himself firing non-stop into the entrance as his own teammates.

All molotovs had been thrown at all main entrances into Building D on the ground floor, excluding the entrance to the Courtyard. It wouldn't be enough to say that this had gone off without a hitch.

Sword was dead, his body still being torn apart in the hallway parallel.

Therein, shifting and hiding inbetween classrooms was "Green's" remaining 3-man team with Tracey Elkins and Lauren Dales. Effectively, he was one of the last ones capable of firing a gun, Tracey slung over Lauren's back, and Lauren's movement with a gun more than slightly sluggish.

It was about time for their short skirmish to end. They had about three students with them... the others had been directed to Lot A, forced to break through the windows.

Moving as an entire unit towards the southernmost part of Building---they would find that the lights were out. Dark.

"...Leave this to me. Take the alternative route."

"Nope. We're together on this."

The couple took one last look at each other. "Green's" face was unreadable as he gave Tracey back his gun and they were seated at the mouth of a classroom. "Green" understood the nature of their mission.

And spited the three students who were following them. Ignoring them, he slung his SMG and would hold up his hands.

With his flimsy strength, he would begin to pound the walls in and run to the next wall to begin pounding on that one. The students were to keep close to him as they continued to attempt to make a shortcut exit to the south of Building D.

Lauren and Tracey... were to be left for dead.

*"Green reporting... Setting off explosives. Evac for me too."*

If he managed to make it to the last wall unimpeded, he would look back at the students. And hope that whatever Tracey and Lauren would be firing at, they'd kill. And that Ambush Team A wasn't directly above the bomb site.

*"By the way boss..."*

*"The floors are all wet from sprinklers.~"*

With that, he would reveal in his pocket a remote detonator (that would be pulled out and pushed earlier if he detected the slightest moment of resistance or thought that he was about to die). Small explosions would be heard at the westward parts of the walls of Building D, as they would try to seal it off... Nothing strong enough for the building demolition, but just to slow the flood... or trap the ones that were trailing after them inside the building.

That said, an experiment that had been stalking after them took this moment to kill one of the accompanying students from behind and knock "Green" out as the two survivors would make a run for the windows. Their fates would be unknown.

Looting & Shit
Black Hoods

They would continue to loot the city. And keep for themselves about 36% of the gains and stocks for themselves. Any fights they got into were typically one-sided and whenever the cops would come driving through, they would turn tail and hide, as typically the police weren't going to stop them, but rather would be on their way to tend to some other random part of the city.

DRIVING FOR DEAR LIFE
Hugh

From Lot A, Hugh would get into his vehicle and DRIVE... and hope that he got to whoever he needed to in time. He saw the small fires from the molotovs to the west of Building D... and sincerely hoped as he drove his big van that he wasn't fired on.

...That's when he saw two people standing on the edge of the roof... And the crowd of experiments that and enforcers on the field in front of him.

He hit the accelerator.

Fire Team A & B

"Unfettered" would punch in the eastern-most window of Building A and hop on it, noting the building was relatively clear... for the time. He noted as Taylor would follow after him as quickly as he could. Being sure to stand in the corner of the building before he peaked back out to Roger Summers and Vincent as he had arrived, the German looked down at his new acquaintance.

"Ich hope ve meet again. Your sister is here on ze courtyard. Zer are gunmen ve need to take out in Building D. Ich will trust in you to determine ven to pull out."

A moment's pause. He would look at the young man and smile.

"Ich never mentioned zis, but your sister is quite strong. She won't die here... ze same vay you cannot."

He would wave.

There was no telling what this would do to the man's psyche. However, Roger Williams was with him and would insure that in the case that Vincent was "killed," that his body was taken with him, they jumped out of Building B and get to Lot A. Then his body would be locked into a "coffin."

Raising his iron sights to eye level, the German would begin running. And stopping every few minutes to fire northward of Building A, at Building D's walls.

And hope that whatever was in Building A did not catch them first, before he would release his Qi.

[Zack Asiv]

A large explosion rocks Asiv's office as the building catches fire, hurling John from the window the hammer hitting his gut as he fell once more, hitting the ground hard with blurred concussive vision.

Patrick would get the call over Comm's.

"Finish what your doing and leave, it's started."

He'd know the voice, Mitsoumi, Barker's insane pet.

[Zack Asiv]

Missiles would be seen launching into the air, smoke trails from after burners like the rise of an angel, before they would cut off five thousand feet, turn around and begin to fall.

[Vespyr]

No Heroes

---

Vespyr was preparing to assault another experiment from behind when she heard it—the sickening sound she had been carefully listening for, but had hoped she would never hear. The staccato sound of failure jolted through the Bluetooth into ear, into her core; she pivoted where she stood, wide eyes rooted on the roof of the hotel a few blocks away—just in time to see the two distant figures fall out of sight.

“Shit.”

Scarcely had the word dropped from her lips and Vespyr was already sprinting back the way she came, hurling the useless backpack away from her in furious haste. Her long coat rippled behind her as she flew across the field and through the lot, swiftly dodging anything that threatened to slow her down. Her boots pounded and yet barely touched the ground as she bolted from 259 and from her task; for none of it mattered to her now. It had never mattered to her to begin with—no, she never gave a shit about it at all. The only reason she had taken part, though she had never admitted, was to make sure the German wasn’t killed.

With each step that brought her nearer to the hotel, she found herself growing more furious. No matter what the Bluetooth was shouting into her ear now, she wouldn’t turn back. The mission was over; she had failed. They were all doomed to fail in the long-run. Vespyr darted across the street without any heed for traffic, initiating several rear-end collisions, but was gone before anyone had the chance to look at her twice. None of it mattered. Everything was falling apart. She caught the handle of the hotel door and swung it open, bursting into the building and heading for the elevator without pause. Top floor. Doors close.

She was breathing heavily, leaning forward with her hands flat against the door, glaring at it with hateful impatience. Glaring at herself reflected in the sleek metal. At the mask of death which seemed painfully ironic to her now. She lifted it over her head with a spiteful hiss and let it fall back onto her shoulders, and her eyes darted upward at the slow-changing red number. She seethed, her stomach writhing. Her heart beat vehemently, almost in a panic. The doors had barely begun to open to the seventh floor and Vespyr had slipped through the narrow space, toward the staircase that would lead her to the roof.

And they had locked the door. With a consequent hiss of rage, Vespyr lashed out at the door violently, landing the sole of her boot just above the handle with extreme force—cheap metal gave way and the door was kicked open with a deafening thud. She walked out onto the roof… slowly.

Her face was now utterly blank, wide eyes the only trace of emotion on her face. The violet hues were turbulent with wrath and horror as she approached the two bleeding, bullet-torn bodies. She knelt down in front of “Teal” and would grab him firmly by the shoulders whether he was conscious or not; leaning in close, she hissed her commandment.

“You will not die.”

It was not a plea, or a promise. It was an order.

Another would be issued over the Bluetooth, calling for a van from Lot A to meet her below immediately. Meanwhile, her fingers delicately but diligently probed the wound in his chest, feeling for the bullet and assessing the damage. By the way he was breathing—or wasn’t, rather—a sickening feeling of frustration came as it dawned on her that the shot had pierced his lung. She could not tell the depth of the wound or if the bullet had remained embedded in the organ, but she quickly made the grim estimation that he could drown in his own blood in a matter of minutes.

Unacceptable.

There was nothing in the immediate area that would aid her in saving his life, so she stood up and whisked the wheelchair into the elevator; grabbing carelessly, by obligation, the other girl by the back of her collar and dragging her along as well. Marina might have been dead, but Vespyr didn’t care to check. She would be busy urging “Teal” to keep breathing as they descended, her fingers clearing away any blood that in his mouth that threatened to obstruct such a vital activity. As for the wound she would have to find a piece of plastic or other material to cover the hole and control the bleeding—and quickly. She had torn away the clothing surrounding the wound in order to place the palm of her hand flat against it, both applying pressure to slow the bleeding as well as creating a semi-seal to keep the air from escaping. It would not, however, keep the blood from bubbling out from the wound on every inhale; but that was a good thing. Blood loss was one issue, but the lung filling with blood was something more grave on its own.

Time was running out again, it seemed, and Vespyr’s tact for sustaining life was being put to the test once more.

More may be added.

[Vincent.]

[shadow=shadow,left,300]If Hope Is Not Enough[/shadow]

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Vincent was mute, staring at the German with broken understanding. Why he had chosen to tell him this at the last minute, he did not know. Neither was he sure what the last statement implied—nevertheless, a very grave inkling of confidence had steadied the beating of his heart in those few moments. As he watched “Unfettered” disappear, his confused mouth, which had been ajar as if attempting to speak, became a mere frown. Hardened, determined.

--Totally not finished--

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Current Stats with Items (+ 20% Boosts from “Unfettered”’s ‘Ambition’)
STR: 20 + 4 = 24
DEX: 15 + 3 = 18
CON: 15 + 3 = 18
INT: 20 + 4 = 24
WIS: 15 + 3 = 18
CHA: 5 + 1 = 6

Current Location:

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Equipped

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MP5 + 5 clips
Browning 9mm + 5 clips
Glock 21 + 5 .45 ACP clips
Chest Kevlar
Combat knife

Molotov Cocktails Used: 0/2

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

Reserved

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel, Jaus, and Nyx retreat. Seeing the trails of the missiles above, Gabriel calculates that they are devastating and there is no such use in frivolously throwing away their lives.

Lucas and his NPCs follow a similar trend however their retreat is motioned primarily by the arrival of Barker's pet scaring them off.

The SLF Majority remains in Jaus Valentine's control. Those invested in Orion's dealings were partly made up of Roth's, Orion's, and a number of neutral party factions that made up the SLF ranks.
24 NPC's Killed.
10 Suffering Injury.
61 Either Escaped or served as noncombatants in this event.

ooc: Apologies, out of this thread for so long muse died

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Taking advantage of something Orion/Shadow did a couple of... months?... back. And getting out the quick-n-dirty.

Bullets
Theme Song: Digital Confession by Ask

• If unimpeded, "Unfettered" would beeline under the cover of Building A with Taylor Hawkins to Building D.
  
  
• If "Unfettered" finds the body of any comrade in Building D(this includes "Green," Kiyoshi, Tracey Elkins, Lauren Dales), he will throw them out the window of Building D.
  
  
• If unimpeded and the top two occur without a hitch, the German would release his Qi and proceed to freeze the entire building over with his ice Qi. It's strength would be weakened being spread throughout the entirety of the wet building.
  
  
• Also, "Unfettered" will totally see Vespyr running through the courtyard (the mask being a give away) and would shout the following:
  
  
  • "VER ZE FUCK FUCK ARE YOU GOING? ZE BAIT PLAN IS EXACTLY VAT IT VAS ZER FOR."
    
  • The rest can be IMRPed if necessary, but is otherwise unimportant for anything other then lulz.
  
  
  
• Hugh will crash into a huge crowd of enforcers and experiments and watch as Tai and Dora jump down. Bear will be seen jumping down with two kids in each hand, if he isn't killed.
  
  
• Tai and Dora (and optionally Bear and the two students) will get into the van and drive off, past Lot A. Any fallen comrade they find thrown out of Building D will be taken into transport as well.
  
  
• Lot A's transports will be ordered to finalize the evac and continue moving.
  
  
• The Black Hoods will continue to loot (two post's worth of looting/ransacking the city -36% Hood keeps for themselves).
  
  
• Richard Stock will, despite orders, drive towards the Building that "Teal," Marina, and Vespyr are at to provide transport.
  
  
• Michael (Crows NPC) will drive to the eastern-side of Building B and radio into Vincent and Roger to jump out the window and get into the van after they give up firing at Building D, trying to pinpoint enemy armed forces.
  
  
• Ryan (Crows NPC) will use his tactics to get the transports out as quickly as possible to try to insure the highest number of rescues as possible.
  
  
• "Unfettered" would try to stagger out on his own if he successfully used his Qi (burning into his physical statistics)... with no transport.

...

I Regret

“You will not die.”

...

For what purpose did "Teal" serve "Unfettered"? Why did he put himself in such an obviously compromising, if not outright suicidal position?

There was no love. No tenderness. If anything, only hatred existed for the man. But something had to be understood, even if it is only an excuse. For the man, there was only a crushing obligation. That "Unfettered" would have to suffer.

259 was not just a school. Is not just. Is not just a place of people. Not just the people. It reaches... reached beyond ideals, beyond dreams as an entity unto its own. Was a home. Was a place that could be and should be fought for. Bled for.

Why did the old members of Militia throw themselves into the line of fire, to die for a school? With nothing left but their skin and flesh... those that would sacrifice themselves did so in memory of the school that raised them.

But still, not everything was laid bare.

...

"Teal" would froth blood. Alive. Barely breathing and as he tried would find that his breathing was often congested with a fluid.

There was... someone keeping him in place on his wheelchair. But his vision had become far too hazy.

He was...

...He was becoming cold.

...---Ice would begin to form over and in his wound, slowing the flow of blood... And to touch him would leave little bits of frost on the fingers. On Vespyr's fingers. The bullet had plunged almost all the way out, peaking out his back, held in place only by the bits of kevlar and hardened 259 rib cage bone it had blasted through to get into place.

He could not see. Could not think. No way to concern himself over the possibility of Marina. His vision was fading quickly. But...

"..."

A breath.

A breath.

A bre...

"...---"