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[RP] The Outcasts |Time: Early Morning|Weather: Clear
WhistfulSoul:
Soul
Soul hears Luke talking to Leon and Celine and picks his head up. The three exit into the next hallway, beginning their next trek. Soul follows them out, not wanting to be left behind. He notices that this new tunnel is much more accommodating to small groups such as themselves, and those with poor eyesight such as himself, (what with his newly acquired scar).
Well, at least I don't need to duck anymore.
NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Nexalas and Sone
Sone got up slowly, stretching a bit before walking to the door.
I hope this tunnel leads to outside of the city, because if not then this will be difficult.
Nexalas followed him, looking at his map while walking.
Well I can't say where this ends, this only shows the map of this building... but we should probably be fine as long as we're careful.
I'm under the impression that was directed at me.
They both went into the hallway, waiting for the others to catch up.
Humen:
John and Mike
Everyone gather there stuff and begins to leave to the next hall. John and Mike pick up there stuff and begin to set out into the new hall. The new hall is dark but its brighter than the last one. The hall seems wider to probably to carry all that supplies through.
I wonder what will find in the next room?
Hopefully a way out, I don't want to stay underground to long.
Adam
Adam slowly gets up after hearing the order to move on. Stretching his arms and pick up his sword and begins to walk, straggling along as usual.
Never a moments rest in the heat battle.
GrizzlyEatsKids:
GM POST 1
The doors to the interrogation room were thrown open with a loud Bang!, as two guards proceeded to drag in a beaten man. There was a table in the room, along with two chairs. At one of the chairs sat the High Overruler of Sanctum. The other chair was empty. The High Overruler waved his hand.
Set him down here. He does not deserve the chair. In fact...
He rose his hand in front of him, palm facing the chair. A beam of white energy shot from his hand, destroying the chair. He looked at the guards, who had dropped the man on the floor.
You are excused.
The soldiers saluted, shutting the door on their way out. The High Overruler's anger was apparent, yet he kept his deep voice smooth and controlled. He spoke without even bothering to look at the man on the floor
You know, I hate getting my hands dirty, I prefer not to do things myself, rather have someone else do it, you know?
The man on the floor coughed up blood before responding.
Just kill me already.
Kill you? No, I'm going to do far worse. Do you realize the scope of what you've done? Everything that's happened with that Renegade squad, from the initial invasion to now the prison escape, is all thanks to your... incompetence. I expected better when I appointed you as Head of Sanctum's Security after our previous head's mishap. Enough talking. Time for some fun.
The High Overruler stood out of his chair, handcuffs suddenly chaining the Head of Security's arm's and legs to the floor, appearing out of nowhere.
You try to act as if you aren't scared, but I can see it in your eyes. Fear has consumed you, but don't worry, when I'm done, your body will barely be able to feel pain, much less anything else.
His voice grew harsh as he finished this, a blast coming from under the man as the handcuffs disappeared. There was a loud crack as the man's body slammed against the ceiling, where it then landed on the floor, his arm falling on a suddenly appearing blade and littering the floor with blood. The man couldn't help but to let out a scream.
Shut up!
A large hand, made up of pure energy, came from out out the wall, picking the man up as it quickly retracted back to the wall, thus binding him in a standing position. With a flash of light, an old time revolver pistol appeared in the High Overruler's hand. Walking up to the thrashing Head of Security, he shot the man's kneecap as the hand dissipated, causing the man to fall back down to the floor as he hollered in pain once again.
Get up!
He pulled the man back up and threw him against the wall, blowing his other knee out with what was now a shotgun. The man crumpled, but the High Overruler summoned a special set of pressurized wraps to place above the man's knees, cutting off circulation and bleeding, in order to prevent death.
Hmm... standing up may be a bit difficult now. Look, I'll help you.
Two ropes fell from the ceiling and wrapped around the man's arms, picking him off the ground and into a standing position, but placing him in such a way that pressure was put on his legs and knees, yet he was still held up in full by the ropes. An ear splitting scream ripped through the room. A large metal bat appeared in one of the High Overruler's hands, and a whip in the other.
Don't give up yet. We're just getting started!
The most evil of smiles crossed the Overruler's face.
GM POST 2
The group had been traveling for hours, arriving at and weaving through many other tunnels and rooms. Ahead, a room larger than the others could be seen, overflowing with tons of large, locked crates.
Leon, Celine, and Luke
Upon arriving into the room, Leon and Luke went directly to surveying the crates. These were different from the others they had seen. They were made out of some sort of metal, not wood like the crates in the previous rooms. Leon tried pushing on one in an attempt to figure out what was in it. It didn't budge.
Jeez, what do you think are in the things?
No idea, but it must be valuable. I don't see anyway to get them open, do you?
Leon looked around. Sure enough, there were no actual locks, or even lids, on the crates.
No, that's strange.
We can try using our magic to open them, but we have to be careful, or else we may damage whatever is inside.
WhistfulSoul:
Soul
Upon entering the room, Soul nears Luke, Leon, and Celine looking at the crates. He listens to their conversation for a second, picking up on the fact that they have no apparent opening. Soul lays his hand on one: the crate is ice cold to him. When Luke says something about using magic to open them, a bit of a shock hits Soul from the crate, and it runs up his arm and down the other one.
Hey, Luke. If I recall correctly, you can liquefy any substance, right? Well, try it on this crate. If it works though, don't wear yourself out.
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