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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 18:16:32 GMT -5
*I nod and leave the scene when the medics arrive. It doesn't take long to find the killjoy he mentioned; I just have to follow the sound of fighting as most of the other areas of conflict have died down by now. I find the girl facing off against a trio of Vipers, and shoot one of them in the face by way of announcing my presence.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 25, 2011 19:54:22 GMT -5
*I turn around slightly, waving at the Drac.* Hello there! Come to join the party? *A bullet nicks my face, leaving a bleeding scratch. I turn and glare at the Viper who shot me, returning the favor.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 20:03:23 GMT -5
Doesn't seem like much of a party. *I shoot the last Viper three times in quick succession, and he crumples to the ground.*
Not nearly enough fun. Shall we move on?
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 25, 2011 20:10:23 GMT -5
I don't know about you, sir, but I would be perfectly happy with that. *I smile and extend my hand to the Drac, not expecting courtesy in return.* I'm Volume Virus. Thank you for the help!
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 21:37:38 GMT -5
*I hesitate, then reluctantly shake the girl's hand. I don't like the sensation, though I'm not sure why - it's not just because she's a killjoy - and let go quickly. Glass shatters somewhere farther down the street, and I start moving*
Let's go. We shouldn't linger.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 25, 2011 21:51:32 GMT -5
*No name then. Okay. I jog after the man, not knowing whether or not he wants me to leave.* Just tell me if you stop wanting me around, alright? I'll be glad to oblige, if that's the case.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 21:54:45 GMT -5
It doesn't matter if I want you around. It was recommended that I join you. As long as you're useful I'll stay.
*The sound of more glass breaking comes from a storefront ahead that's apparently being ransacked by at least two Vipers. I raise my gun and wait for the killjoy to catch up with me before stepping up to the door*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 25, 2011 22:00:44 GMT -5
In that case, thank you again! *I smile, but it fades as I follow the man into the store. He should have made me go first, as I am the expendable one here. However, I'm not exactly complaining, and merely proceed, gun out.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 22:18:30 GMT -5
*I step carefully around the glass fragments, overturned shelving, and other debris, trying to make as little noise as possible. I hear voices from the back, and when I edge around a freestanding display I see the backs of two Vipers as they rifle through a case of cleaners and other packaged chemicals.*
*I fire once, but the shot glances off the man's armor and smashes the mirror above his head. As the fragments shower down the men spin around, already firing their own guns. I duck down as the bullets ricochet around the room*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 25, 2011 22:28:29 GMT -5
*Disregarding the danger, I charge up to the pair of Vipers, aiming at the small chinks in their armor between plates. I manage to hit one in the eye, killing him, before the other one shoots a gash in my thigh and I collapse in pain, using my gun to block a second bullet.
Because to hell with discretion.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 22:54:31 GMT -5
*I stay low and slam my shoulder into the Viper, knocking him away from the killjoy. I can't handle my own gun and keep him from using his at the same time, but he's more of a challenge than I'd anticipated and I have trouble getting him under control. His armor means my punches are less effective than normal, and when he slams an elbow into my already broken nose I nearly black out. The pain sparks my anger and I let go of his gun hand and grab his head, twisting savagely. The man's neck breaks as he pulls the trigger, and I don't realize I've been shot until I drop his body and straighten up, immediately bending over again as pain explodes through my side*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 25, 2011 23:01:08 GMT -5
Are you alright? As in not going to die? *I stagger to my feet and make my way over to my temporary ally.* There were medics at the Tower. You think you can get there? Oh, I'm asking too many questions. Sorry.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 23:07:52 GMT -5
I'm fine *I say through gritted teeth. I force myself to stand up straight and head for the door, keeping pressure on the wound. The medic team in the city is aiding Orwell; I can't radio for them and risk diverting their attention from my superior.* I'll get to the Tower.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 25, 2011 23:38:06 GMT -5
*I wander as Orwell and Wilson plan. I follow the sound of shooting and look into the wrecked store, gun ready. Two figures emerge, unarmored, so I know they are not vipers. I stand back when I see it's Max, blood running out from under his dirty mask. The killjoy with him is limping. I keep my gun up and look around, ready to help if they want it. I can here gunshots and screams through the smoke*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 23:46:03 GMT -5
*I'm surprised to see the young girl I'd noticed earlier standing a short distance away. I didn't think she'd be in the fight so long. She doesn't move forward so I start off down the road towards the Tower. It's harder to walk in a straight line than I'd expected, and when another wave of the strange dizziness sweeps over me I trip on a strip of shredded tire and land on my hands and knees.*
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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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