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Post by redhavoc on Nov 25, 2011 23:49:14 GMT -5
*I run up to Max when he trips and put a hand on his shoulder. It's not like Max at all. He is always the strong one. There is blood everywhere and I can't tell which injury is causing him the most pain. I look through his mask at his eyes, trying to see if they are dialated. I think I have a few extra pills in my coat...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 25, 2011 23:56:44 GMT -5
*I blink a few time to try and clear my vision, but freeze when I catch sight of the girl. Her uniform is badly stained and torn, and I find myself staring at the white scar on her shoulder, barely aware of my injuries. I put a hand to my head as disjointed images flash through my mind, fading almost as quickly as they come*
...he threw a knife... *I mumble, but then the dizziness fades and I wince as the pain returns. I push myself to my feet slightly shakily, and try to get my bearings*
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 26, 2011 0:13:40 GMT -5
*Max stares at my shoulder and I nod. On our first mission a killjoy threw a knife at me and it stuck in my shoulder. Later Max pulled it out. I mouth the word /Max/. I want him to remember more, but he is alreay looking somewhere else. I put his arm over his shoulder, holding up the friend who forgot me, and have him lean on me. The pills keeping me upright.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 26, 2011 0:40:58 GMT -5
*I get to the Tower with the girl's help, though I keep myself from leaning on her when my head clears. The medics rush over and get me onto a gurney, and as I'm wheeled off down a hallway and feel a sedative working its way through my veins, I see other doctors converging on the girl and wonder again who she is and what she's doing dressed as a draculoid*
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 26, 2011 1:01:07 GMT -5
*I bat the doctors away as I watch Max leave. One of them touches my side and I wince, remembering the Viper with the pipe. I see a needle and start shoving them away. They start calling for security*
*I look around at the panicking doctors, not wanting things to get ugly. I trip a doctor and take out his prescription pad from his pocket and a pen. I quickly write "RADIO WILSON" and hold it to them. When one of the doctors bothers to read it he calls the others off. I agree to wait until the answer comes back*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 26, 2011 1:21:07 GMT -5
*I watch the medics work on Orwell, thinking* We wiped them out. We spread out in pairs. I managed to get into one of the armored cars and we had some killjoys act as snipers-
*I'm cut off my a radio call asking if they could hospitalize Red. I tell them to send her back out. Over the protesting on the other end I insist they transfer me to security. I ask if they've spotted Basilisk on the flycams and they give me a set of coordinates. At least something is working...*
*I turn back to Orwell* Well, you heard. I'm taking the team to wipe out the Vipers if we can, but I'd heavily suggest you go back to the tower. They can't do much more for you out here.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 26, 2011 1:31:12 GMT -5
*I pause a moment, discouraged that I will not be able to oversee the fight but I nod.* Be careful. Do what you did before but try and keep the team together. You will be dealing with many more of the Vipers... *I scowl at the thought.* Good luck. Try to keep me updated. *I shake hands with him and watch him walk off. A medic helps me get to my feet and holds me up as I nearly fall again. They quickly hurry me to an EMS vehicle where they inject me full of painkillers and I am transported back to Battery City before slipping into unconsciousness.*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 26, 2011 1:40:07 GMT -5
I'll keep you updated *I promise, holding up my radio* Just get healthy again. We got alot of work ahead of us.
*Red gets back, the pills still keeping her going. I call the unit over*
We are going to try to find the base of the Vipers by following Basilisk with our fly cams. This will be violent and bloody, but we are doing well. Our city is getting more safe by the minute. Any questions?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 26, 2011 2:04:00 GMT -5
*I close my eyes as the medics start their work, the morphine dulling the pain nicely. They take off my mask to examine my nose, and I almost protest but then realize I can't remember why I would want to. When I feel the gurney moving again I open my eyes and frown when I see that they're taking me to a recovery room*
Stop.
*The doctors ignore me so I reach out one arm and grab a passing doorframe, jerking the gurney to a halt. I sit up, wincing at the pain in my side, and ignore the protests of the doctors.*
I came here to be treated enough to allow me to rejoin the fight. I won't be staying any longer than necessary.
*Another minute of arguing is enough to convince them that I won't be backing down, and they reluctantly let me off the gurney. My bandages are reinforced and I'm given a shot of local anesthetic for my side and a stern warning to avoid additional blows to my face. I accept the pills they give me though I know they won't have much of an effect, put my mask back on, and within ten minutes I've gotten back to Wilson and Orwell without running into any Vipers along the way.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Nov 26, 2011 8:46:14 GMT -5
*I lean against a building, ankles crossed and arms folded. I pop the pills I got from Wilson earlier and check the battery in my ray gun while he talks. I have a feeling the next part of the mission is going to make the one we just finished look like nothing. I scowl and push myself of the wall, ready to leave and get it over with.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 26, 2011 10:18:33 GMT -5
*I'm near enough to hear Wilson's plan after staying to make sure my ally got to the Tower safely. I had forgotten that he was the Drac that showed up with Red. He eventually stumbles back outside, and I wonder why the hell BLI let him, but I have other concerns.* Excuse me, Mr. Wilson, sir...do you think I might be able to tag along? Basilisk and I have some...personal issues, and I'd like to get the chance to make him pay for them. But, on the other hand, I'd understand if you wanted me to stay as far away from you as possible and get myself killed. *I shrug.* Your choice.
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 26, 2011 12:51:03 GMT -5
*I wake up and see a few doctors standing over me, including Ryan. My stomach and my neck feel like they're on fire, and my voice comes out as a rough croak. I start to sit up and I'm pushed back down and a sedative is immediately injected into me. I look at Ryan and for some reason I think of the person I saw on the hill. Who was that? and why did he seem so familiar?*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 27, 2011 1:46:57 GMT -5
Allright, let's move out. Partner up. At this point I don't care if your killjoy or BLI. We have the same enemy and we are stronger for it
*RB* To any killjoy or BLI agent in the area, move out. We are attacking the Viper base. The Tower will be broadcasting location updates, so keep your radios on and your guns raised. Wilson out.
((Copied in These Lights That Bind Us. The main action will be happening there. Move out!))
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 27, 2011 20:34:07 GMT -5
*The urge to follow the BLI group out of the city is nearly overwhelming. All of my friends are out there, and I'll be the only one staying here. If I die here, it will be alone, as I had always feared. I would die with no one to care or cry or realize that I am dead. And the thought breaks my heart after being not alone for so long.
But I know what I have to do.
And, resolutely, I stand at the wall of the plastic city as most of the others leave me to myself. I face my highly probable death alone.*
((Copied from These Lights That Bind Us.))
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Post by thevipers on Nov 28, 2011 17:26:52 GMT -5
*Basilisk gazes upon the Volume girl through the scope of his rifle.* Come now, little fire fly. Into the spider's web you go... *Basilisk takes hold of his radio* Shadow Company, read me? Execute plan Alpha Phi.
*Radio* Uhhh... boss... we don't have a plan Alphi... whatever you said...
*Basilisk sighs* Go shoot at the little Killjoy girl and bring her to me... Idiots...
Yes, sir! *Two members of Shadow Company emerge from the shadows and begin shooting at Volume Virus*
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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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