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[RP] Poisoned Utopia Remastered| Night| Clear- Full Moon
NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Nexos
He saw a few of his men go down, but he didn't let that distract him as he fired the final signal flare for the other squads. As they saw the flare in the sky, they immediately opened fire at the mercenaries from both sides of the road, raining bullets down onto them from higher ground, and taking out a lot of their men. Nexos noticed a truck trying to drive through and took out his pistol. He started firing at the driver, hoping to either kill the driver or to hit something important.
As if I'm letting any Underland scum escape this alive.
Urusu
He 'slept' for only about a minute before he powered up again, flinging himself off the bed (Which is more of a table, really), and unplugging himself from the machine. He looked at his hands, and chuckled to himself.
Well, look who just got his body back... Now let's burn the place down...
He started laughing and pointed his hand at the door, waiting for a little while before he looked at his hand in confusion.
Weird, usually a thingy comes out of my palm and starts burning things... WHAT'S GOING ON?!
He started swinging his arms and legs around as he called names of weapons.
Jigsaw, missile launcher, electric whips, flamethrower, blaster, sniper rifle, NOT EVEN MY CHAINSAWS?! ... Eh?
He looked at his cloak, a bit confused as he looked over himself and noticed he was a lot lighter.
The frig is with this cloak? And why am I so thin?! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY BEING UNABLE TO KILL THINGS?! ... First, the cloak.
He tore off his cloak, noticing he also looked a bit shorter than what he remembered. He cursed to himself, those soldiers that disabled him must have done something to him. He needed answers as he knocked down the door and looked around. It was a crappy place to him, but it was better than that Dr. Whatshisface's lab... all it was missing was stuff on fire. He started walking around, looking for anyone to either ask questions to or kill. Probably both.
(Just a note, he has no idea how to work his guns or anything. So imagine someone who used to be powerful being transformed into a kitten.)
Humen:
John Anderson
The cover fire from Ricky's team seemed like it might enable them to get past the paladins but then another flare had been shot up. From out of nowhere in the shadows of the city bullets hailed down on the mercenaries while some of the truck were forced to a complete stop John kept going. The supply truck called in over the radio.
What do we do the entire formations falling apart?
Well we can't stop we just have to get past the paladins infront of us.
John kept driving trying his best to not get hit by the hailmary of bullets. Then it seemed like one the soldier were focusing their fire right on him. He kept firing and ended up shooting out one of the tires. The car began to swerve out of John's control until it began pulling to its side till it tilted on its side flipping over. The outside of the car wasn't to badly damaged though the same couldn't be said for the team on the inside. Other then Ishmael and Scott heavy injuries had be sustained. The truck carrying the supplies was forced to stop infront of the wreck to keep from crashing and damaging the supplies.
Tickles:
--- Quote from: The-Blades-slave on November 10, 2013, 09:09:51 PM ---Silene
Silene nodded, looking up at Archie. "It's one of your soldiers. I think he may be suffering from PTSD, he has the symptoms. I was walking to my room earlier when I heard screaming, and when I checked up on him he was very secretive. My suspicions were fueled even more when I saw his blood stained clothes. HE may have been injuring himself in his panic." She finished her brief report and dipped her head, waiting for Archie to respond/
--- End quote ---
Archie listened well, and was able to figure it out.
It's Warren, isn't it. I'll go keep an eye on him. Here, I have something for you...
He handed her the pistol. He knew Silene was level headed enough to use a weapon like this, especially with the way operations were going. Everyone needed to be able to defend themselves.
I'm sure you will use this to the best of your abilities, and know the right time to use it. I'll meet you back at the apartments. I have to go grab some things.
Archie went to his quarters and grabbed a blanket and fresh bandages. He figured Silene would have made it to her place already, so he went to Warren's and knocked on the door.
It's me, Warren. Thought you could use some company.
The-Blades-slave:
Warren
The knock echoed throughout Warren's small quarters, and for a moment, there was no answer. Then the door slowly creaked open, revealing Warren, small and child-like compared to Archie. For a moment his eyes widened, staring up at his superior in shock, and then he pulled the door open. "Come in, sir." He stepped out of the way, allowing him to enter. "What are you here for?"
Tickles:
--- Quote from: The-Blades-slave on November 11, 2013, 01:34:24 AM ---Warren
The knock echoed throughout Warren's small quarters, and for a moment, there was no answer. Then the door slowly creaked open, revealing Warren, small and child-like compared to Archie. For a moment his eyes widened, staring up at his superior in shock, and then he pulled the door open. "Come in, sir." He stepped out of the way, allowing him to enter. "What are you here for?"
--- End quote ---
I heard about your little... episode. I thought it would be best if I stayed with you tonight. It's only precaution.
He set up the blanket over on the floor, knowing that none of the furniture in the room would be able to support his weight.
I'm not just doing this as your superior, Warren. I'm also doing this as a favor to a good friend. Just remember, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here.
@Humen, GM post
John passes out from the crash, leaving you vulnerable. You are unable to move.
(Humen, and Nexos, me and blades decided on this to make the story interesting. Nex, you need to capture John, and the rest of the mercs are to be killed, or captured.)
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