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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 15, 2011 20:23:23 GMT -5
It was my fault, Retro. If you're going to yell at someone, yell at me. I'm sure you've been wanting to for ages. *I grin knowingly, then force IA to let go of my hand and fall back behind everyone else so I won't be tempted to talk again.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 20:34:13 GMT -5
*I glare at Retro as she pushes past me* Why don't you just pop some pills then. If you haven't already. *There was something about walking to your possible death that made everyone much more tense than usual. The rustling in the walls grows louder, and then stops almost suddenly.* Okay, did anyone else hear tha-... *Suddenly the hallway goes dark and hissing is heard from all around* Wait... Ah shit... *the vent above us falls and dozens of rattle snakes fall onto us. I step on one and then another* Fuck you, Basilisk!
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 20:37:33 GMT -5
*I scowl and am about to make some snide remark before we are interrupted. In a split second I move to the side and begin shooting wildly and randomly into the mass of snakes.*
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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 15, 2011 20:38:07 GMT -5
*steps on one snake after another, spearing them on her sharpened spike heels, until she can't step on any others because the snake kabobs have gotten too large* Dammit. Who does shit like this? *starts kicking dead snakes onto the floor* Extra points for the creepy effect, but yeesh. Overkill.
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Post by thevipers on Nov 15, 2011 20:53:45 GMT -5
*over the intercom which he has hacked momentarily, his voice crackles to life* Aha... I hope you all enjoyed my parting gift. I shall be leaving the tower now! There's a certain city out there filled with drugged up women. I don't know about you... But those are my favorite kind. *some papers are heard rustling a bit* Oh... Oh and the mother of a certain killjoy is ALSO in the city! I'll tell her you say hi. *He cracks into laughter one more time, then stops* Oh, and one more thing. The second i end this transmission, another volley of mortars is heading right for your precious city. Where will it land? Nobody knows! Hahahaha! Bye.
*The second volley is fired into yet another section of the city. This time it's aimed for one of the power grids, but instead misses and hits another residential area* Umm... Close enough. Team A, prepare to charge the city on my mark.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 15, 2011 20:59:24 GMT -5
*I pale considerably when Basilisk speaks. Especially when he mentions a mother. I look around and with a quick headcount I determine it could be a 1 in 4 chance of it being my mother. I shudder and push the thought away before kicking a dead snake.* Lets go. Now.
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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 15, 2011 21:00:49 GMT -5
*kicks another snake off of her foot, ignoring the thunder of bombs like she hears them all the time* Is that Basilisk? I've stopped admiring his handiwork. Should I go down there and distract him? I'm sure I would do a fairly lovely job.
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 15, 2011 21:12:39 GMT -5
*I overhear the announcement and I shudder when I hear Basilisk's voice. Then the next volley of mortars start and I fight to keep myself calm*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 15, 2011 23:55:47 GMT -5
Let's go! *I bellow and we book it to the armory. I make a note to figure out exactly how he got snakes in the building. At the armory I throw weapons and gear at BLI and Killjoys alike, making sure all of my unit gets bullet proof vests*
Get as much as possible and follow me. Move out.
*Did I mention I love violence? Most of the time I'm not out on the frontlines but when I am... it just feels right. We make it to parking garage 1 and I point to a set of vehicles*
Keys should be in the car. Who wants the tank?
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Post by Aerith Lin on Nov 16, 2011 1:29:40 GMT -5
*I angrily get a shotgun and a few rayguns and fasten them near my belt and swords.. keeping the gun in hand and cup of coffee in another... inside it a dead snake...I hastily make my way to the garage and scream*
RILEY!!!! CARE TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL A BLOODY SNAKE IS DOING IN ME COFFEE? AND ALL OVER THE FLOORS???
*cocks shotgun and throws the cup of coffee to the ground, shattering it*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 16, 2011 1:37:58 GMT -5
*Turns slowly* You want to do something about it? Come on, it'll be like the old days. Just you, me, and lots and lots of blood.
*I smile at her before going over to one of the faster exterminator cars and fishing out the keys. I toss them at Red. Her eyes get big* Here, kid, you get to drive. You're a better driver than most of the dracs in this place, anyway.
*A compliment for Red? Damn, I really am in a good mood*
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Post by Aerith Lin on Nov 16, 2011 1:43:10 GMT -5
*I smile and take off my helmet to show my smiling mischievous face*
Oh, There is NOTHING i'd like more in the world.
*follows wilson to whatever car we will take and silently begins to sing*
Oh well they encourage your complete co-operation, send you roses when they think you need to smile..I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 16, 2011 1:48:20 GMT -5
There's a tank? I never thought i'd say this to a Drac, but i think i love you. Vol, Vanity, you're with me. Garter, Boa, stay behind us and keep us covered. Everybody ready? *I cock my rifle*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 16, 2011 8:07:20 GMT -5
*I frown when everyone seems to break into groups, suddenly feeling very out of place. I tighten my holster before slowly making my way over to where the Better Living agents are, just standing on the fringe of their unit.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 16, 2011 16:27:31 GMT -5
*I raise my eyebrows, shocked at his hostility.* Fucking dickuloid.... *I growl and glare at him while he sits in the car. Glancing back at the killjoys they appear to already have picked their partners and I don't have much of a choice but to walk up to Wilson.* Sir, where would you like me to go? I came late to the meeting.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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