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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 10, 2011 20:53:33 GMT -5
*I sit angrily on the edge of the wall, shooting any Viper that comes within a dozen feet of Aftermath. How could the Dracs think that I could EVER shoot him? Idiots. I'd sooner kill myself. I resent the fact that IA is, again, running off without me to his imminent doom, and hope that this isn't a pattern.* Just keep him safe. At this point, he's your only hope, too.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 10, 2011 21:07:37 GMT -5
Exactly. We keep the Vipers away so he can get right in the middle of them, then give him a little help with the detonation. It makes sense. *I shoot a pair of Vipers about to snipe down at the killjoy, missing when the second Viper ducks but catching him with my third shot. I'm glad these ones aren't wearing armor; it makes them easier to kill*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 10, 2011 21:08:44 GMT -5
*Holding onto the rifle with one hand, I hold Plague up to the asshole Drac's head.* Not. Happening. You see, either Aftermath and I die and I take you with me, or you allow him to take down a shitload of Vipers and your beloved city falls. Pick your poison.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 10, 2011 21:16:29 GMT -5
*I don't react, and pick off another Viper* We don't have to choose, killjoy. We just follow orders. Shoot any of us if you want; I guarantee you and all your friends will be either dead or in custody within the hour.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 10, 2011 21:42:05 GMT -5
*The other Drac (dammit, we fought together once, and now he's at my throat!) Is right. I might have a deathwish, but my friends don't. I quietly lower my gun and go back to focusing on the Vipers.* Only shoot him is it's absolutely necessary, but if you have to do so, shoot me first. Do we have a deal?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 10, 2011 21:47:29 GMT -5
*i fire at oncoming vipers and rounds clang off my armor. I radio everyone on the wall, I can still hear them through my radio* hey assholes. Stop fighting, or I take the vial AND the grenades and leave your city to die. Or better. I can throw this over the wall. You can't detonate grenades by shooting them. If you Drac asses knew anything you would have guessed as much. *i start to approach the center of the group and a round hits me right in the chest. It was a heavy round, as it tore the armor right off the right side of my chest.* fucking shit! *i start to prepare the grenade cluster* We have a deal, Orwell. My team is safe for today.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 10, 2011 21:58:14 GMT -5
*It takes a lot of willpower for me NOT to throw myself off the wall and run to help. I'd just get myself mowed down. I hiss angrily into my radio.* Aftermath, just finish it! Now! That's a nasty hole in your armor, and if you get hit you're dead! Get out of there!
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 10, 2011 22:21:54 GMT -5
I- I said if it was NECESSARY! Don't take things out of context! I don't WANT to die just yet.... *into radio, whispering so that no one else can hear* Please...just come back safe. We've survived too long to die now.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 10, 2011 23:51:36 GMT -5
All of you just shut up. *I glare at them both but am amused by Morand's taunting.* You have a deal Aftermath. Now just hurry the fuck up. Any closer and it may not work and more civilians will die.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 10, 2011 23:55:18 GMT -5
*I spin the grenade ball in the air and throw it, then half a second later i pull the second string, taking the pins out. I immediately run backwards and duck for cover just ahead of the crowd. I hold my breathe and the grenades explode in an eerie green fog.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 11, 2011 0:02:26 GMT -5
*I stand a bit away from the group, leaning against a wall and just smirking. I smoke a cigarette and toss it down, smothering it with my blood encrusted boot. Ew. The battle rages in the distance and I try my best to ignore it, it's out of my hands. I listen to the bickering of the draculoids and Volume, completely neutral. Yes, they are beings dicks but Vol needs to accept that IA knows what he's doing. I glare at the dickuloid. God I hate him. I walk over to the leader, Orwell and stand by his side, I scowl and fold my arms as I watch the Vipers draw nearer and nearer. Suddenly a green cloud overwhelms everyone on the battlefield.* Hm, looks like he did it.
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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 11, 2011 0:11:52 GMT -5
*I don't say anything as I watch the grenades explode and try to focus on hitting any stray vipers. I feel blood seeping through my glove but I try to ignore it the best I can*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 11, 2011 0:30:01 GMT -5
*My lungs burn as they run out of oxygen. I look up and see the cloud hovering over me. I get up and start running. I run until my bones hurt and my chest is about to explode. Once i'm outside the cloud i take in a deep, refreshing breath and look behind me. Vipers gasp and fall to the ground in an agonizing haze of gas.* Holy shit... I did THAT?! *I reach the ladder of the wall and begin climbing up* What's the death toll, guys?
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 11, 2011 0:30:39 GMT -5
*as I watch the cloud of green smoke grow larger I see a figure out of the corner of my eye. He turns and meet my gaze and I feel a burst of recognition. Some vipers go after him and I feel myself start to run towards him*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 11, 2011 0:40:39 GMT -5
*I don't trust myself to answer Aftermath, because I don't care. Whatever Vipers he didn't kill, we can pick off. It doesn't matter if any are left. Aftermath isn't among the dead. We're going to survive.*
*I've been quietly watching the whole time. The Killjoy girl is stupid; not only is she so arrogant that she thinks she can order Battery City forces around, but why would she want to die if that Aftermath person did? I cannot comprehend it. I can comprehend Mahoney's mad dash into the green haze even less.* Miss Mahoney...where are you going?
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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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