Post number #335960, ID: 5687a7
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>hiding in the shadows, small forms surround the complex. One of them kicks open the door and they rush inside. (Not for sure if I was supposed to wait or something >3>)
Post number #335963, ID: 346846
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(Nah, I'll give details throughout, your cool. Just don't expect quick time stuff) > Inside is nothing but darkness, no lights, no fire. only visible is the stairwell, with windows giving off limited visibility.
Post number #335965, ID: 5687a7
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>Quickly they move up the stairwell. Moving as silently as they can as a group
Post number #335968, ID: 346846
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> As they climb, light begins to shine more and more, are they getting closer to the destination? Each floor holds something different, each floor however, holds silence. The last thing being held, however, is a song. Music rings from the top floor, and gets louder as they climb. The door between them and the rooms above remains locked tight.
Post number #335972, ID: 5687a7
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>>335968 >an augmented arm punches the door ridiculously hard, the owner putting alot of her strength into it. She is getting rather fed up with this situation as it is and has no time to lock pick flimsy doors.
Post number #335974, ID: 346846
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>>335972 >There are atleast twelve large rooms in the top floor that can be used for the ritual that occured on the live stream. The music stops as soon as the door is broken open, and no visible light is seen inside.
Post number #335978, ID: a9ff24
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>dozens of lights turn on as Wraith turn on there head lamps. Leading the pack is Wendy, a stern and merciless look on her face. They all quickly spread out and search every room, all staying close together and on their guard.
Post number #335979, ID: d897e9
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>John stand on an opposing building, with advanced goggles, still in holiday attire. "God damn it."
Post number #335980, ID: 9549b3
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>A flying taxi lands nearby. Out steps a cat boomer in a black raincoat, her face smeared with grease paint. She slides on a pair of spiked knuckles. "Hope I'm not too late to punch any cultists."
Post number #335981, ID: 8cc113
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>>335979 >a man does the same on a different building >save instead of goggles he uses a sniper rifle
Post number #335983, ID: 346846
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>>335978 > Just as merciless, was the nothingness that greeted them. Inside each and every room, are notes. Notes that all point down. The last room they enter has a music player, the note attached states, "WRONG WAY."
Post number #335984, ID: 346846
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>>335979 >>335980 >>335981 > From anyone that can see the back of the building, an entrace is visible. From the street side, five men arrive from under the wall of the building, taking a good look around before taking off from the scene.
Post number #335985, ID: 5687a7
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>Wendy sighs fustrated "Seems they are expecting us" >As quickly as they came, they move back down the stairs
Post number #335986, ID: 9549b3
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>>335980 >>335963 >Finding the door wide open, she tiptoes in. Her cigarette lighter's tiny flame is enough to guide her.
Post number #335987, ID: d897e9
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>John puts on a wing suit, and begins to follow.
Post number #335988, ID: 8cc113
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>>335984 >the figure Attempts to warp down and intercept them
Post number #335990, ID: 346846
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>>335985 > Noticeable heading back, the stairwell has a door that leads farther down the building, underground. a brighter light can be seen from their direction.
Post number #335991, ID: 9549b3
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>>335986>>335985 >Hearing footsteps she extinguishes her lighter and presses to the side of the stairs.
Post number #335992, ID: 346846
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>>335986 >Dim lights follow you in, as a stairwell and darkness greet you inside. >>335987 >>335988 > At the sight of the warped man, the five scatter! They all head in different directions.
Post number #335993, ID: 5687a7
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>>335990 >They head down the path, sticking close together, Not a single one straggling behind as they make sure to stay together
>>335984 >A small group of five follow from the rooftops
Post number #335994, ID: d897e9
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>>335992 >John lands, pissed, he gives no effort to chase. "Fucking damn it, Cyrus."
Post number #335995, ID: 8cc113
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>>335992 >as if that helps >he simply ports some peach vials at them >they explode into a hardend foam >he does so it immobiliz them
Post number #335996, ID: 5687a7
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>>335992 The group make a split second decision and scatter, each following a different person
Post number #335997, ID: 9549b3
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>>335993 >The cat boomer holds her breath as they pass her, and feels her way up the stairs towards the upper floor.
Post number #335998, ID: 346846
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>>335993 > Deeper down, the true area begins to show. Fire lit torches scatter the walls as only one room awaits them at the end of the stairwell, the room, then leads to a corridor to the final doors. >>335995 They attempting resisting as hard as possible. >>335994 >A phonecall!
Post number #335999, ID: d897e9
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>>335998 >John looks at the caller ID.
Post number #336000, ID: b8999c
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>>335998 >Part of the group enters and part stays behind as a precaution
Post number #336002, ID: 8cc113
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>>335998 >need a gun to break that stuff >he warps to one "tell me what you know. If you dont tell me it doesn't matter ill just extract your memories from your brain in a painfully lethal process so its best to just comply" >he shoots them in the arm with a revolver "fucking talk, NOW" >he is NAHWT in the mood today
Post number #336004, ID: b8999c
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>>335998 The group of five jump down and grab the men, forcing them to the ground
Post number #336005, ID: 346846
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>>335999 > Naka Naka, It stops, then rings again. The caller's a bit desperate.
>>336000 Those that go, enter a room littered with Coffins. It'll be a bit tough moving past them, but at the end is the exact room where the ritual was held. The camera is still in it's place.
Post number #336006, ID: b8999c
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>>336005 >They thoughly search the room for clues as well as the coffins
Post number #336007, ID: 9549b3
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>>335997 >>335983 >Finding the music player, the cat boomer stomps on it until it breaks. She tiptoes back to the stairs, to the lower rooms.
Post number #336008, ID: d897e9
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>>336005 >John picks up, answering casually. "What's up?"
Post number #336010, ID: 346846
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>>336002 "Ah, fuck.. Y-You dare insult a.. A sheep?!"
>>336006 > Nothing of interest, in most of the coffins, except one that refuses to budge. A few hardened locks remain on it, along with two others. A secret door that exits the back of the building can be seen.
>>336008 "Y-You gotta find me. I-I know I murdered them, but hear me out, they wouldn't let me do it any other way."
Post number #336013, ID: 9549b3
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>>336005 >Seeing the coffins, the boomer tries to look inside one.
Post number #336014, ID: 8cc113
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>>336010 >he frees a hand *just* a hand >he then breaks their pinky "again *Talk*l
Post number #336015, ID: d897e9
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>>336010 "Kaz, you fucked up. I know. So I'll listen. What kind of deal did she make with you?"
Post number #336018, ID: 9549b3
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>>336010 >Finding a locked coffin, she takes out a pair of bolt cutters and tries to break the locks.
Post number #336019, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336013 > The one she opens hisses! It's been air tight. A phone, wallet, and knife have been laid out in the coffin. It seems it was stripped off a victim.
>>336014 "Ga'AH! The.. The Shepherd.. Will save my soul.. BEGONE, Wolf! Begone from me!"
Post number #336020, ID: b8999c
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>>336013 The cat boomer is immediately seizwd by the group. "Excuse me. Who are you" >Wendy snears >>336010 >The other part of the group joins them. One pulls a gun and attempts to shoot the locks off
Post number #336021, ID: b8999c
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>>336014 "Thats enough N3" A girl steps forward out of the group of five, It turns out to be Tuna who is dressed fully in combat gear with a sniper rifle over her shoulder
Post number #336022, ID: b8999c
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>>336021 (The group of five that was pursuing the dudes)
Post number #336023, ID: 9549b3
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>>336020 "Ack! I'm Mrs..." >Her eyes dart across the contents of the coffin. "Knifewallet! Wait GODDAMMIT OYABUN, IS THAT YOU??"
Post number #336024, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336015 "For.. For accepting the role as the Shepherd.. I'd get to see my adventure that I'd always wanted. You know the only thing I love next to Bonnie is adventure. I'd be proper, I'd live the life I wanted, to hell with Glitch! I'd be climbing mountains looking for fucking treasure!"
>>336018 > The one she opens has more belongings, the locks aren't too hard to get off.. But the final coffin? Kazuki Nakamura sits inside, tied up and screaming.
Post number #336025, ID: 8cc113
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>>336019 >his eyes begin to glow red >and a Madended smile flashes across his face "look i am not in the mood today. But your suffering amuses me so. You got 8 chances left, two for each finger. Why two you ask?" >he brandishes a pair of kitchen scissors >he then proceeds to slowly and painfully cut off their pinky >once its finally done he forcefeeds them their own severed pinky. "so again. Talk" >he says once its down the throat
Post number #336026, ID: 8cc113
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>>336021 >he pays no mind to them
Post number #336027, ID: d897e9
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>>336024 "Dumbass. Remember Elliott? Remember the shit that went down? What did you expect?"
Post number #336028, ID: b8999c
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>>336023 "Yss? Is that you" >Wendy looks at her dumbfounded and they let her go >>336024 The group untie Kazuki quickly and make sure he is okay >>336025 >Tuna rips the sissors out of his hand and pushes him to the ground "ENOUGH"
Post number #336030, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336025 > He gags as it happens, and once he's able to speak, he almost shouts it all. "The.. The silver fox will reward me for my standards! The fox will be my redemption!"
Post number #336032, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336027 "I know.. I know! But, please.. I can't keep this up forever, c'mon!"
>>336028 "Are.. Are they still here? The cultists? Please tell me they're not.."
Post number #336033, ID: 9549b3
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>>336028 "Yeppers. I mean, yes, it's me. I... um... was gonna punch a cultist and burn this place down."
Post number #336034, ID: 939a7b
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>>336028 >while this is happening some drones come in and attempt to warp the other 4 cultists away
"what reason do i have to listen to you?" >he gets up
Post number #336036, ID: b8999c
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>>336032 "There gone. Its okay now." A burrnette girl with her hair in a bun attempts to comfort him. >>336033 >Wendy sighs "I told you to stay safe not walk into trouble" >>336034 "Well for one, We told you to stay away. Secondly, These guys are not going to give up any information just outright torchering them like you are" >Tuna does not allow him to get up. The other four shoot at the drones and try to get them away from the cultists
Post number #336037, ID: 939a7b
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>>336036 >more come >and more "and i listen why?"
Post number #336038, ID: d897e9
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>>336032 "Keep what up Kaz? The fact that you gave up on fixing Bonnie?"
Post number #336039, ID: d897e9
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>>336036 >John draws his gun walking towards the group around the cultists, still on the phone.
Post number #336040, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336036 "Thank you, thank you.." > Kazuki wobbles once he gets to standing, but is able to do it okay. "I was losing oxygen in there.. I swear I've been in for a solid hour."
Post number #336041, ID: b8999c
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>>336037 "In your own words 'I owe you that much'. You should have justvstayed clear you not equiped to dral with this situation. resisting is just going to escalate the famage you have alrwady caused. If you want me to kick your ass I will gladly do so if you continue to resist" >The four do not back down, standing there ground firmly, undetered
Post number #336042, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336036 >>336039 >The cultists seek more fear from the drones than the guns, and hide with the other four the best they can move. One sees John approaching and gets a bit ancy.
Post number #336043, ID: b8999c
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>>336041 (Your not equiped to deal with this situation is what I ment agh can not type)
Post number #336044, ID: 9549b3
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>>336033 "Who're you, my mom? Yes, I have clean panties and I took all my meds this morning, I can handle a bunch of brainwashed cannibals. Who think they're vampires or something."
Post number #336045, ID: 9549b3
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(Oops meant >>336036)
Post number #336046, ID: b8999c
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>>336040 "Why did they put you in there?" >The girl checks him over carefully
Post number #336047, ID: d897e9
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>>336042 >John holds his phone away. "I see someone who remembers me." >He points the gun point blank at the cultist's head.
Post number #336049, ID: b8999c
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>>336044 >Wendy sighs "Now your just being silly. Just one person against a whole cult? You woulf have to be..." >She looks away sadly
Post number #336050, ID: 939a7b
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>>336041 "you was the keyword I meant your intrepid leader specifically.
*sigh* look i respect you people, but if you threaten someone with violence, be prepared to follow up on it" >his armour begins to course electricity >>336042 >the drones number the hundreds >they try to warp the cultists away >>336047 >save the one John is on
Post number #336051, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336046 > He pertains a few bruises and cuts, nothing serious, "I'm not sure, I thought that's where they put the other two.. Where, where are they? Do you know? The others they brought here?"
>>336047 "I.. I remember you! I... What do you want?!"
Post number #336053, ID: b8999c
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>>336050 >Tuna jumps back and pulls a hand gun "Why should we trust you to handle this after what you did? Back down"
Post number #336054, ID: d897e9
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>>336051 "What was inscribed on the gun?" >John asks a simple question.
Post number #336055, ID: b8999c
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>>336047 >One of the four moves to stop John but Tuna signals for her to leave him alone and she begrudgingly complies as they continue to handle the drones
Post number #336057, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336054 "W-What gun?!"
Post number #336058, ID: 9549b3
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>>336049 "Alone? I thought you'd be here and some derky commentors from matrix boards. I mean I was not expecting a whole fraggin army. I thought we could just lock all the psychos inside and burn the place GCPD wouldn't care... maybe it was silly."
Post number #336059, ID: d897e9
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>>336057 "WHAT WAS ON THE GUN?"
Post number #336061, ID: b8999c
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>>336051 >The girl looks away sadly "I'm sorry... We weren't fast enough..."
Post number #336063, ID: b8999c
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>>336058 "No your fine... I guess losing so many has made me kinda over bearing" >She sighs "I thought you knew I lead an army"
Post number #336064, ID: 939a7b
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>>336053 "you don't. Still. You do not control me. And i am rather upset at the moment" >his armours colour turns from white with orange outline to black with red >his eyes glow red again as well as his device >he teleports a rapier of sorts >it begins to course electricity along with the armor (bloodbourne righterspallach or however. But predominantly on bolt paper and the QS bullet is replaced with a electric bolt)
Post number #336065, ID: 939a7b
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>>336055 >now they number the thousands >there will be at least one whisked away >no matter how badly you try
Post number #336066, ID: 40cdb4
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>>336059 "AM F.. AM F!"
Post number #336068, ID: b8999c
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>>336064 "Oh so you want to play?" >Tuna grins widely and draws a Wakazashi with an unusually sturdy handle "Let's play then, kid. Your move"
Post number #336069, ID: d897e9
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"Oh thanks Christ. I found my guy." >John lowers his weapon, holstering it. "It's alright, everyone. He's my inside man."
Post number #336070, ID: d897e9
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>>336069 "Hey Cyrus, I know you got a thing going on, but do you mind passing me a vial to undo this?"
Post number #336071, ID: b8999c
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>>336068 (Handle and blade I am just not doing a good job right now >3> I shoulda justvsaid the whole sword instead of being a dork)
Post number #336072, ID: 9549b3
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>>336063 "I knew there were a bunch of matrix rumors and police reports. Thought it was exaggerating. Guess not." >She shrugs.
Post number #336073, ID: 05e360
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>>336069 > The cultist sighs in relief.
Post number #336076, ID: 5687a7
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>>336072 "Probrably exageriated to an extent." >Wendy sighs "Sorry didn't mean to scare you"
Post number #336077, ID: 939a7b
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>>336070 >a black vial is warped into your hand (i like how there is some kind of heavy confrontation under a sea of drones and your jus like yo glib thong pls) >>336068 >he throws some flashbangs >a lot of flashbangs >somewhere in his head, his usually calm side is frantically apologizing
Post number #336081, ID: d897e9
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>>336077 >John covers his eyes, as he throws the black vial, and grabs the insider cultist, practically dragging him to get out of the upcoming fight.
Post number #336085, ID: 05e360
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>>336081 > The cultist does the same, trying to keep his feet under him as they escape. "T-Thank you, thank you!"
> Kazuki takes a minute before sighing, nodding. "I... I understand. I suppose we get out of here?"
Post number #336087, ID: d897e9
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>>336085 "Shut up, and keep quiet until we are out of range." >John drags him away, very away.
Post number #336090, ID: b8999c
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>>336077 >Tuna covers her eyes and dashes around it in a blur of movement. She keeps her eyes on N3. Not moving in towards him just yet, expecting him to attack her under the cover of the flash bangs, staying on her guard.
Post number #336092, ID: 9549b3
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>>336076 "I will be fine... until my meds wear off and I panic... um, also that is a lot of noise coming out of there." >She opens her raincoat. The room fills with the odor of biodiesel. Taped to her body are dozens of molotov cocktails. She pulls them off one by one. "Probably not smart of me to surround myself with glass expecting a fight. And that is a LOT of noise."
Post number #336093, ID: b8999c
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>>336085 "Yes. We will get you out of here and back home." >The girl treats his minor injuries
Post number #336094, ID: 92e4c6
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>>336090 >and now the fun stuff >he begins hurling sleeping gas everywhere (did the other 4 get warped away?)
Post number #336095, ID: d897e9
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>>336087 >John takes off the cultist's mask, out of sight of the rest, and far from the fight.
Post number #336096, ID: b8999c
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>>336092 "I guess we should go see what it is then... Next time don't bring so many. One spark and you will go up on flames" >The group begins to move out the back door
Post number #336099, ID: 05e360
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>>336095 > It's an average fellow, but not Kazuki.
Post number #336100, ID: b8999c
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>>336094 (No still fending off your drones. I didn't expect this to happen but I love it lol) >Tuna just grins widely "Seems you don't understand what your dealing with" >She slowly walks towards him "Now are you going to keep playing kid games or are you going to attack a little kid like a grown man. I am being nice enough to give you the first move which is more than you deserve. You know what fuck it" >Tuna is suddenly behind him and swings her blade in an uppercut
>John looks slightly frustrated, but takes a deep breath. "Alright. So only 3 people know what AM F is, and you sure as shit don't look like of of them. Talk."
Post number #336104, ID: 859acc
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>>336100 (been driving for this to happen ever since you wanted to stop him. Now your dealing with a teleporting assassin under a blinding pink cloud and sea of drones. Utterly movie like no?) >he warps away before retaliating with a blast drom his sword
Post number #336107, ID: 05e360
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>>336101 "H-He said you'd choose me.. Kazuki's still in the complex! He's underground with the rest, I.. He told me because he'd knew you'd shoot!"
Post number #336108, ID: 9549b3
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>>336096 >She stashes the molotovs in an empty coffin but keeps a few for herself, and follows Wendy's team.
Post number #336110, ID: d897e9
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>>336107 "Kaz is a dumbass. What I got for you, is better than a bullet. I got an offer." >John smiles a devil's grin.
Post number #336112, ID: 05e360
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"A-an offer? How so?" >>336110
Post number #336113, ID: b8999c
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>>336104 (I know its so intense >w< Im all excited. I suck at writting combat so I hope I am doing decent) >Tuna easily moves out of the way, moving faster than anyone should be able to move. She moves in, zigzaging around him before closing in slashing towards his teleporting device
Post number #336117, ID: d897e9
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>>336112 "You are going to be my inside man. My man who will stand by my side, when I need him. Do you understand?" >John squints at him, not sure if the shock of the situation is gone.
Post number #336118, ID: 859acc
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>>336113 (perfectly fine. A biological upgraded fighter against a tech reliant one) >you hit it but something wrong >it releases a pulse of electricity upon contact >and with a metal weapon it could hurt
Post number #336120, ID: cba49e
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"Inside man?" >>336117 > He takes a minute to think, looking back at the battlefield before nodding. "Y-Yeah, alright."
Post number #336124, ID: b8999c
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>>336118 >Tuna is unphased... mostly. It seems the handle absorbed most of the shock. She then takes a step back before swinging again, harder this time
Post number #336127, ID: d897e9
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>John smiles again, that devil's smile. "Good, now put your mask back on, and get out of here. Here's a burner." >John places a phone in the cultist's hand.
>John gets his phone out redialing Kaz. "So where was I?"
Post number #336133, ID: 92e4c6
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>>336124 >then steel sings under the intoxicating cloud >he parries most strikes >of course every time she makes contact with his armor or weapon a strong burst of electricity is unleashed
Post number #336134, ID: cba49e
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>>336127 "..? Oh, ehm.. I'm outside with the team. They believed me so far. Hurry and get me away!" > Kaz now has his phone with him, out and speaks quietly.
Post number #336135, ID: d897e9
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>>336134 "Kaz. I sure hope you are the trouble you are about to cause me." >John begins walking back, doing a shot in the air, to pretend he shot the cultist.
Post number #336136, ID: 5687a7
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>>336133 >Tuna presses on relentlessly, each strike containing more force than the last as she continues her barrage. Her eyes containing a determination only known to those who knew what it was like to fight to survive just one more day.
Post number #336139, ID: 9549b3
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>Seeing that things have calmed down outside, and with no cultists in sight, Yss slips back into the coffin room. "If I can't punch somebody I can still start a fire." >She opens her stash of molotovs... "I think it's time we blow this scene, get everybody and the stuff together..." >she lights one... "Okay, three, two, one..." >and gets the hell out of there "LET'S JAM!" >The coffin explodes. The roaring fireball scatters yellow-orange flames across the chamber. Thick smoke fills
Post number #336143, ID: d897e9
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>>336139 >John uses YSS' explosion to get closer undetected, still speaking to Kaz. "Get out of there if you can Kaz!"
Post number #336144, ID: 9549b3
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>>336139 >...the air as the fire spreads out of control. The loud blast shakes whole building.
>Yss walks away playing air saxophone.
Post number #336145, ID: cba49e
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>>336143 > Kazuki makes a run, away from the team of Wraith soldier's and unaware of where he's heading. He blindly runs until he could possibly spot John and run for him.
Post number #336146, ID: 859acc
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>>336136 >he continues to stay on the defensive >but with every strike the electricity amps up >inside deep down he is frantically apologizing
Post number #336148, ID: d897e9
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(12 for spotting.) >John spots Kaz running, but albeit too late, as Kaz rushes past him. "Shit, shit, KAZ! OPEN YOUR FUKCING EYES!"
Post number #336152, ID: b8999c
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>>336145 >The burrnette girl watches on curiously and alittle concerned >>336146 >Tuna does not back down, the barrage only intensifying, Her movements pick up, each her swings becoming a blur of movement
Post number #336153, ID: cba49e
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>>336148 > He promptly stops after a minute before turning. Upon seeing John, he relaxes and sighs relief. "Holy shit, I'm glad you're here.."
Post number #336156, ID: d897e9
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>>336153 "Me and you are getting out of here, while these two fight. But you..." >John trails off, as he grabs Kaz by the collar. "You have some explaining to do." >John let's go, and grabs him by the shoulder, twisting it to put Kaz in front and move forwards, keeping Kaz down and away from fire.
Post number #336159, ID: 33b675
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>>336152 >as Cyrus steps up his game what was once a simply battle is that no longer >it became a dance,of blades,of blood, and of skill >he while tuna attacks him, mid swing he ports a flashbang right to her face >the pin is missing
Post number #336162, ID: cba49e
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"Ah, ow- Alright, alright.." >>336156 >Kaz willingly follows, sighing in a little less relief.
Post number #336163, ID: d897e9
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>John finds his shitty Lada 2019, and stuffs Kaz in the back seat, himself in the driver seat. "Don't say a fucking word. I'm already pissed as it is."
Post number #336166, ID: cba49e
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>>336163 > Kaz keeps silent, wanting to say something, but does nothing but stares out the window.
Post number #336168, ID: d897e9
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>John finally stops at a distant, lone gas stop. "Get out."
Post number #336169, ID: cba49e
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"Okay, it's bad, I know.." > Kazuki opens the door and steps out, knowing he's probably gonna get his ass kicked.
Post number #336171, ID: 5687a7
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>>336159 Tuna has already moved away and behind him by the time the flash bang is in front of her. The blade comes down hard towards his back
Post number #336173, ID: d897e9
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>>336169 >John gets out himself, putting on knuckle dusters. "Kaz. Imma beat the cult out of you, even if it means beating 6 different flavours of shit out of you. So you better give me a GOOD FUCKING REASON, before you become ground beef."
Post number #336174, ID: cba49e
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>>336173 > Rather stunned, he's at loss of words.. A terrible time to be.
Post number #336176, ID: 33b675
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>>336171 >it lands >the armour blocks it of course but there is something else >then it hits you, literally >just last second he warped a foam vial at his back >you just hit it >needless to say it detonates
Post number #336177, ID: d897e9
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>>336174 >John sighs. "1..."
Post number #336179, ID: cba49e
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>>336177 "John, please."
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>>336177 "I-I.. I didn't want to, I really didn't, but.."
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"Then why did you think with your dick, Kaz?" >John looks reluctant to hit... Why?
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>Tuna dashes back out of range easily, giving plenty of space between them. "That is enough from you two." >A stern voice shouts as Wendy walks between them "This is pointless. N3, I made myself clear and I thought we had an understanding. Interfer with our affairs again and it will not be tollerated. As you have clearly demenstrated you are ill equiped to handle such a delicate situation. Since I wasn't clear enough the first time let me say it one more. Stay out of our way."
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>>336183 > He braces, but holds curiosity to his reluctance. " It wasn't because of her, John! I could've easily just walked away after that.. It wasn't her, it was.. I felt like I belonged in there."
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>John goes for 2 punches, finally pushed beyond. One to the lower abdomen, and one straight to the liver. "Do you understand, what you have done? Do you understand, what you oh so badly want to belong to?"
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>to add in defusing the situation >from the sky! A heroine appears >she makes touchdown and sheaths her wings "Captain lechance thats enough. Dont blow up the city just because they threatened you"
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>>336184 "*sigh* in my defense she threatened me and i thought i was out of your way" >>336196 >he calms down upon the sight of an old friend "alright."
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>>336199 "Preventing us from doing our jobs is being in the way. For someone who dislikes us so much You sure insist on being around." >Wendy glares at him, hard "You already have done more than enough damage. If you keep insisting on screwing with us there will be consiquences." >Wendy and the group take the other 4 cultist with them as they depart. Tuna however goes off in a different direction, looking for John
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>>336206 "you know what im not in the mood for this" >he warps away with his companion >also how can you take the cultists away when they are sealed in foam >trolololo
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>>336206 >It's highly unlikely that they will find Kaz or John. It seems like the two used the fight as a smokescreen to get away.
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>>336206 (gotta ask though. Are you saying he hates you in purpose? I make it frequent to say that he dosent)
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>>336209 (They can easily free them from the foam. That is not a valid claim. The only one who can say I can't take them is the rper of the cultist themselves. So Wendy has them now unless they come forward and say other wise) >>336213 >Tuna sighs and pouts abit before heading home
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>>336217 (Wendy feels that way because of his actions. Actions speak louder than words don't you know. Unless N3 males an effort to mend there relationship she will always feel that way. getting in her way certainly didn't improve her views on him)
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>>336220 (didnt read all of it) >>336222 (perfect ok thanks)
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>>336224 (I did and even just reread it)
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>>336224 (no i mean i didnt read all of it myself. Sorry)
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>>336194 "Yes, now! Fuck.." >Kaz grunts at the hits, falling to his knees. "You sure got a swing.."
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>>336502 "Now, there's 2 ways this will end. Either you will run as far as you can from her, or you will keep being with her.". >John swings wide in to his face. "I'm not going to force either answer from you, instead, that's a very careful choice you should make." >John hits you again, trying to punch as low as he can to hit Kaz in the chest. "Don't forget the people who expect you to be around, depend on you. Don't forget Bonnie." >John squats down to his level.
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>>336528 > Kazuki has fallen to his back, now just trying to retain breath. He nods as he attempts to get back up.
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>>336542 "SIT your ass down, I'm not finished." >John plants a fist right in the kisser. John gets over him on his knees, pinning him to the ground.
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"W-What else is there to say?!" > He struggles to get out of his lock.
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"Kaz, don't make me loose another friend." >From that, John gets up, holding out a hand, as he takes of the dusters.
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>>336571 >He sighs and takes his hand, standing with a wobble. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Really..."
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>>336579 >John's expression and stance is different now, as if he might have finally, truly manages to save someone. "It's alright. shhh..." >John supports Kaz in to the car, in to the passenger side front seat of the car.
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> Kazuki sits down lightly, wiping some of the upcoming blood from his face, he'd known better than to do anything of today, but he's still done it. His mind stays busy.
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>>336596 "I'll drop you off at the farm, but I need to drop by my place to grab the crusader armour, a fun little project I've been having." >John gets in the car, and turns it on, driving off. "... And god help Ada if she is at the farm."
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