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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 22:03:10 GMT -5
"Is something wrong, Zinn?" Bassarov is always too trusting of strangers. It is amazing that he has lived for as long as he has.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 7, 2005 22:04:14 GMT -5
((I didn't know which side of your head. Please add that to the join form.))
"Bassarov, shoot him in the back of the head. Just do it. This thing is a member of Red Infinity. I've seen it before," Zinn says. standing her ground.
"It has all of us on file now. I have no idea how the hell it found us."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 7, 2005 22:04:49 GMT -5
"Illidan, how ever did you find me in this dark, dank city?"
I walk close to him and put an arm around his shoulders. He is my one friend in this future world, despite his... strange hobbies.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 22:06:41 GMT -5
Bassarov never carries a gun. Instead he grabs his sickle and dashes behind the machine. He rushes towards the machine, sickle in hand, striving for the access pannel on the back of his head....
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 7, 2005 22:07:34 GMT -5
Suddenly Sievel turns once again into Archetype 401. The red eyes flare to life and the Android rips the shirt from his torso, his Machine Gun Array already lowering out of his forearm as he does so. Five slender barrels now hang from his arm and start to whirl in a circle as he lets loose his first volley.
Sweeping his arm as he fires, he sprays the room with a rain of bullets, moving towards the door quickly as he shoots.
Doesn't even seem to notice the sickle as it jounces off the back of his skull, he just keeps moving nearer and nearer the door.
((And no, I'm not playing "Godly". If bullets bounce off his armor at times, I doubt a blade would do much. Unless it's magical or what not. ))
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Post by Illidan on Jan 7, 2005 22:08:50 GMT -5
"It was an accident. I was going for a walk to buy some more kite string, and came upon you. This whole kite flying hobby was to distract myself from my obsession with you."
Illidan says proudly as he strokes the edges of his kite.
"How was your day today?"
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Post by Zinn on Jan 7, 2005 22:10:25 GMT -5
Zinn dives, grabbing the other anarchists and pulling them under her energy shield rather than pursuing. She's and her friends are already on file at Red Infinity anyway. It doesn't make much of a difference.
((Bassarov's sickle is magical, so you are playing godly. Bassarov is the reincarnation of an ancient Russian (or Finnish) spirit of evil.))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 22:11:59 GMT -5
Bassarov rushes behind the sofa as the bullets start flying. It was the closest thing he could use for cover. He regrets that he did not use his dark energy to empower his sickle, since he did no damage to the panel.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 7, 2005 22:13:39 GMT -5
((Hey, do you mind if we win this battle? I will PM you with details as to why. It has to do with Zinn's plot. Don't worry, we won't kill you or anything. It's against the rules.))
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Post by Sephos on Jan 7, 2005 22:13:45 GMT -5
"Holy nuts!!!" I am awakened by yelling and gunfire.
I pull the pistol out of my pants and aim it at the metalman heading out the door...
What the f**k is going on around here?!?
...Welcome back Sephos!
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 7, 2005 22:17:09 GMT -5
((Okay... so I guess it wasn't magical that time.))
Archetype 401 now has his back to the door and he is slowly exiting the room. Before he turns to flee, however, a slot in his chest opens, revealing a red-tipped rocket.
A "click!" can he heard under the fire off the machine gun array as the missile locks into place, then energizes.
Archetype continues to spray the room with bullets, nearly everything (except people, that is) has holes in it. The walls are lead-infested and shells begin to pile up at his feet as he shoots the first missile.
He doesn't really aim at anyone in particular, more of the floor in the center of the room than at an actual person or thing. Archetype plans on using it to help him escape more than kill.
The missile shoots from his chest and there is a slight pause in the machine gun fire as the rocket screams into the room, and Archetype turns, running down the hall backwards.
((Sure, just have someone slip up behind him as he's running down the hall and let loose a clip on the back of his head.))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 22:17:59 GMT -5
Bassarov watches Sephos and debates if this is a situation where he should use his powers. He decides against it, since Chornebogk is difficult to control and he fears that he may do more harm than good. He observes as the machine retreats. The information it gathered in its short stay will not be that useful to Red Infinity. However, Bassarov feels upset that he trusted the machine so easily. He is too friendly and trusting.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 7, 2005 22:22:05 GMT -5
"Well, I have been wandering around all day. I got invited to become a Nihilist and to blow things up, and I met some handsome leather-clad Vampire. It was actually a pretty interesting day."
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Post by Zinn on Jan 7, 2005 22:26:09 GMT -5
((I wish you had waited for the PM. Oh well...))
Zinn feels something reaching out from her mind. She can see Archetype running, and she can touch him.
She rips the panel off of his head, and slams him against a wall, so hard that the cement flies everywhere, leaving a crater where the robot hit.
Zinn considers she imagined it, but she has an urge to run into the hall anyway.
((Sorry about the autohit. If you don't like it, I can change it. I just want to do this for Zinn's plot. Don't worry, Wyrm will probably make you forget us, maybe mellow out your program a bit, and then send you on your merry way.))
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Post by Illidan on Jan 7, 2005 22:26:19 GMT -5
"All I did was fly a kite. Welp, I better head back to the Ministry to see if there is anything I need to get done."
Illidan says, still smiling.
" A vampire in leather. Neato. Well, send him to the Ministry of Terror if you get the chance."
Illidan walks off with his kite back to his work.
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