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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Silver:
Another figure became more visible in the thick fog. IT was carrying a bag, and running.
S-Stefan! Nex calls, trying to lead him in the direction of the house.

Frenchfry:
Stefan paused, hearing a voice. A feminine voice. Nex. He turned, moving in the direction of the voice. Rather quickly, the house came into view. He burst through the door.
"Oh, hey guys, how's it going? I'm gonna lock this door, okay?"
Shutting the door, Stefan turned around and locked it.
"So... I got the painkillers. And I definitely did NOT steal them."

Silver:
It was still standing there, looking at her, or it would be if it had eyes.
Good...Inject him with some.
When she looks back to the thing, it appeared significantly closer than it was before.
Quickly! Her voice quivering. Nex smashes the window, and takes a shot at it. But it wasn't where it used to be again. This time it was even closer, and off to the right of the cabin.

Frenchfry:
Stefan pulled the needles out of the bag.
"Okay, I don't recognize ANY of these."
He dropped all six syringes on the ground, covering his eyes.
"Eenie meenie miny mo."
Stefan's finger landed on something labeled T-30.
"Eh... good a drug as any, I guess. Calx, you have a fifty percent chance of surviving this."
Picking it up off the ground, he  approached Calx and injected him with the painkiller.

Mr Pokemon:
Demos was in a car with a man who looked as though he was used to battle. It probably wasn't a good thing, but he had offered Demos a ride to the city, so he couldn't complain much.
When they finally got to the city, Demos opened the door, or at least attempted to. The door was locked. He flipped the switch to unlock it, only to have it be locked again. He heard a click behind his head. Demos turned, greeted by the barrel of a 9 mm pistol.
"You didn't think I'd let you get away, did you? Demos, I'm smarter than you think."
"I don't know who the hell Demos is, but you've got the wrong guy." He slid a knife out from under his left sleeve (Assuming the driver is on the right side) and let the man respond.
"Don't be a fool. I have your picture, you are a perfect match."
"Even if I am this guy, what could possibly be your reward for killing me?"
"Money. And fame. Isn't that what everybody wants?"
"You never thought about if this Demos guy had friends? If you kill him, your fame could be your downfall."
"Perhaps. But maybe by the time they get to me, my friends will have killed them."
"How could a man like you ever have friends?"
"I think it's time you shut up."
"Kill me, then."
Demos shot his arm upwards, and through the man's wrist. It sliced through the tendons easily, and he dropped his gun. Demos picked it up, grabbed the man's wallet from the center console, and left the car. He slashed the tires before the man had time to recover from the pain and drive. Then Demos continued towards an abandoned building he hoped had a bed. When he got there, he took a long awaited rest.

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