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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 20:33:34 GMT -5
When the smoke clears Peter is still standing. Dark energy races around him, sliding along a shimmering barrier of light.
He levels the .50 cal again, the blast threw off his aim and whips his other hand around, leveling a .45 at Bassarov under his other hand.
He fires both weapons.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:37:58 GMT -5
Bassarov is shot in the chest and flies backwards across the remains of the lobby. He slides into the shattered remains of a wall, which collapses upon him.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 20:37:59 GMT -5
A bullet rips through my shoulder and I cry out in pain. I gather some dark energy and throw it at my attacker.
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Post by Surma on Jan 8, 2004 20:43:12 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]I opened my eyes
which ment I woke up.while I was leaning on my javelin wand,I looked at patrick while he was still on the floor."You ok there fellow friend of Bassarov."[/shadow]
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Post by Patrick on Jan 8, 2004 20:44:29 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Patrick said cringing and holding the bullet wound.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 20:44:40 GMT -5
Peter drives, the energy striking him a glancing blow. He rolls to his feet, dark power sliding off him in little whirls like smoke.
He drops the .45 and sights Kaieka. He fires, a three round burst in close circle form.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:48:23 GMT -5
A voice enters Bassarov's mind. It is a raspy voice which speaks in an ancient dialect of Russian. Bassarov is too weary to pay it any attention. It calls to him, even yells at him, in an evil lament for freedom.
Bassarov can no longer ignore it, the voice is too loud and eerie. It devours his conciousness and sense of self.
Bassarov stands up. His eyes are glowing red.
"Ya Chronebogk...Durak neshtiasny!"
He screams in agony as his skin turns black and leathering wings sprout from his back. His arms become long and slender with sickle like claws. He increases in size...four times....
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Post by Surma on Jan 8, 2004 20:48:40 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]I look at the wound.
"I see you have been shot.Just by the looks of that wound.But thats is just a bullet.creatures like you could recover from it."I than looked at the bullet he took out and I sensed something."Something about the bullet is not right."[/shadow]
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Post by Patrick on Jan 8, 2004 20:50:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, they coated it in somthing," Patrick said applying pressure to the wound. What ever it was didn't allow his blood to clot.
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Post by Riku on Jan 8, 2004 20:50:19 GMT -5
i look at suzumi. yes i dont like hunters, even if he said he just wanted to talk they'd do anything to get there target, but even i cant see why it would be kaieka, so do we want to go?. i glance at patrick as he walks in and sits on the floor. i get up and examine the shot. what the, this looks like something from the ministry of elements. dont tell me you been fighting red infinity operatives.. i sigh. oh well that isnt important now. i reach forward and concentrate my energy, starting to heal him even if he didnt want me to. it is done i stand up and glance around. so then is it settled?, we all go to paris and find bassarov and kaieka to help them?. or just some of us can go
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Post by Calithin on Jan 8, 2004 20:51:14 GMT -5
* I walk out of the hospital, go quickly to my home and grab a change of clothes, black pants a white shirt and a dark brown overcoat, not my usual style, but today was diferent. I fly down to Earth and land in front of a small cafe'. I walk in the door and go to the counter.*
" I'll take some Irish tea, dip the tea bag eight times, 2 1/2 sthingys of sugar and a quarter leamon. Pleese."
* I take my tea, pay the woman, and sit down in front of a window, I sip the tea and just stare outside, it starts to drizzle a bit.*
This damed city, I have to stay in this damed city untill I finish the job. I'll do that soon enough...but not today. I'll kill that pathetic elf if it's the last bloody thing I ever do.
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Post by Surma on Jan 8, 2004 20:52:18 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]I push myself up as I raise my javelin wand."Allow me to come."[/shadow]
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Post by Patrick on Jan 8, 2004 20:54:12 GMT -5
"I'll guess I'll go too," Patrick said getting up. Most of the pain had gone, the remaining twinges of pain were probably just in his head.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 20:56:57 GMT -5
I drop to the ground and roll away from the gunfire. I gather some more energy and throw it at Peter. I look up to see Bassarov changing into a black demon. What?! Bassarov? I can't pay attention to that right now, with this maniac shooting at me. D'amn, my arm hurts. I gather more energy for another attack.
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Post by Surma on Jan 8, 2004 21:00:05 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]I reach for the bullet and picked it up."We could use this against our enemys.
We could see what the effect is."[/shadow]
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