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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 4, 2011 22:09:01 GMT -5
You're scaring them! Put the guns down. I'll be fine. They still need us. For now.
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Dec 4, 2011 22:21:45 GMT -5
*i scowl and reluctantly holster my gun. Truth be told, I didn't even realize it was in my hand* fine. *i cross my arms and try to relax, but my eyes still flicker towards the medics every now and then*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 4, 2011 23:02:54 GMT -5
Y-yes. *I scowl and look around the filthy building. Both Wilson and Aerith seem fairly well off but all of our unit is gone and I have no clue where they are. Most of the killjoys are here though and it is slightly aggravating that they all seem to be fairly alright. I have no idea what has happened in the last few hours and no one has any information for me at all.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 4, 2011 23:24:36 GMT -5
I just can't have anything happen to you, alright? *I look at Orwell, who looks pretty bad* You alright, Orwell? Took a round, did you?
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 4, 2011 23:43:49 GMT -5
*I quickly run Orwell through the two battles our unit participated in and how well they performed. I brief him on the nuke problem and my own intentions to stay active until everything was under control. I'd already talked to the other unit leaders and they agreed to coordinate for how ever long it took. Only one unit leader was MIA, probably dead. I also explain the temporary medical truce with the killjoys*
Got it? Now it's time to make sure the viper threat is really over. Any questions, or are you ready?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 4, 2011 23:57:26 GMT -5
*I listen carefully, soaking everything in. I will not admit it but I am slightly impressed though our unit has depleted in numbers. It sounds like we fought the best though. I scowl at the medical truce but decide it can wait.* I am ready. Have a spare gun?
*I glare at Aftermath, not quite liking his tone of voice.* Your dead friend over there was not being very nice to one of my agents so I intervened.
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 4, 2011 23:59:59 GMT -5
*I smile* For you, always. *I give him a blaster and two extra battery packs, plus a holster. I hoped the vipers were done so we could start cleaning up the decimated city, but we couldn't be too careful. Not when we had come so far*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 5, 2011 0:01:20 GMT -5
Ah, Yea he tended to do that. Tis but a flesh wound, Sir Orwell! *I reach into my jacket and pull out an M1911 pistol.* Take this, Orwell. I picked it off a Viper. It's been used since before World War 1, Maybe you should give it a fair try. *I nod to him* You ready for one hell of a fight?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 5, 2011 0:21:34 GMT -5
Thank you Wilson. *I take the supplies from him and strap the holster on and slap a new battery into the ray gun.* Sorry Aftermath but I do not think I can handle the recoil on it. Blood was never my thing anyways. But I am as ready as I will ever be. Lets go.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 5, 2011 0:28:02 GMT -5
Right-o. *I holster the gun and grab my rifle* Watch the north east side of the wall. They'll be rushing from there. Whatever is left of the Vipers is coming for us. Expect a lot worse than before.
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Post by Aerith Lin on Dec 5, 2011 1:20:26 GMT -5
*I Look at aftermath and un-sheath my sword and re-load my gun by pressing the cartridge in by slamming it into my raised thigh*
Let them come. The last thing they will know in this life is my fury. *light shines off of my helmets visor and I look to Riley for any further comments or orders*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 5, 2011 1:53:24 GMT -5
Let's get going to the hospital. We need everyone at one hundred percent. *I take Vol's hand in mine and squeeze gently* How ya feelin' kiddo?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 5, 2011 7:01:22 GMT -5
I want to fight. I want this to be over. Just sew up the damn leg and I'll be fine. I wasn't much worse off than this before I started fighting Basilisk...he only gave me the leg shot and shoulder scratches...I'll be fine. Just want to help. *I attempt to sit up and grab my gun from where I had dropped it to show the medics that I meant no harm.*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Dec 5, 2011 14:17:02 GMT -5
*I'm waiting in the helicopter when the medics come back with volume, IA and Blackie* Hey Vol, good to see you're back and still breathing. How do you feel? *I notice how tence Blackie is, she keeps glaring at the docotors. I lean up to her and whisper in her ear* Calm Blackie, they won't do anything. *I reload my Ray gun and put it away again* How many Vipers do you think are left over?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 5, 2011 14:32:21 GMT -5
Feel useless. I want to fight. Can't I? *I look at IA sadly, pleading with my eyes.* Please?
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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.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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