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Post by Tame on Mar 26, 2011 14:41:17 GMT -5
Scout's jaw dropped open when he watched the other people teleport in. 'How d'you do that?' he gasped, but received no reply. Everyone seemed to be as confused as him.
Soon there were seven other people in the room, all men. Scout was starting to get seriously scared. They weren't going to do anything bad to him, were they? Two of the men were wearing stupid-ass costumes. As one of them walked towards the large black ball that seemed the focal point of them, he pushed the young boy out of the way, sending him falling to floor. He had to bite back the tears; it hadn't hurt much, but on top of the fear, he almost cried. In most situation he would have got back up and kicked the guy in the leg, but this guy looked like he wasn't to be messed with.
From his new seat on the floor, he Scout listened as the ball played Land Down Under and saw it open up. After reading its message, he looked up at the others, a confused look on his face. None of them were paying him much attention, which was fine by him. He watched as some of the others changed into the costumes that were held in the suitcases - the same costumes those two men had. He didn't really want to wear one, but he took out the suitcase that had his name on anyway.
Laying it on the floor for now, he looked at what else the ball contained. He took out one of the toy guns contained within, one with three prongs that made it shaped like a Y, and held it in his hand like a pistol.
'Cool,' he said exclaimed as he waved it around, 'These things look awesome!'
Inventory: Y-gun
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Post by Жenophilius on Apr 2, 2011 14:07:07 GMT -5
Jace and Solomon watched from their spots as the busy little dingos began scurrying around for weapons. "Won't do ya' any goooood." Jace whispered silently to himself.
Rather quickly however the green haired bastard found a problem, people began asking him questions. Jace hated to be asked questions, it required thinking and actually considering on his part whether to be a descent human being or not. Sure there was one fucker trying to get answers out of Solomon, but the bald bloke was too focused on popping his knuckles a certain number of times to pay attention.
Reaching his breaking point, Jace got a sudden idea when the blue haired mate asked him in the guns were real. Smiling quite disturbingly, Jace pulled out his own X-Gun, placing his large X-Rifle on the floor, and began walking around the room. "Very good question mate, very good question indeed. Ya'see these buggers are what'cha might call a futuristic weapon that can disperse sub-atomic particles that causes ya' body to explode." He stopped his walk, still grinning. "But I think a demonstration is in order."
Looking around, Jace tried to decide who would make a good target. The British fucker irritated him to no end, but there was also the blue haired bloke. No wait! Jace jerked his head to the side, remembering the little bugger from before. Yeah, that would be a grand ol' show.
Walking up to little Scott, Jace quickly grabbed the young boys forearm. "Mind lending a hand." Suddenly and without much warning there was a sick, wet snapping sound. The source was coming from Scott's forearm being snapped and torn off from the rest of his body. It seemed that Jace's black suit was bulking up and giving him inhuman strength. With one last twist the little boys forearm was torn arm, causing a spray of blood to hit the lower part of Jace's suit.
Turning around to the crowd and still grinning, Jace held up the arm, which was still twitching, and pointed the gun at it. "Now watch closely now." Jace pulled both triggers, then dropped the severed limb. A few seconds passed before the limb exploded, covering most of the people with gore. Jace bowed to wards his audience, his eyes slightly glazed over. "Any questions?"
OOC: Don't worry, Scott's still alive, just suffering heavy blood loss.
Jace: Suit, 2 X Guns Solomon: Suit, X-Rifle, X-Gun, Y-Gun.
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mugfUg
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U mad?
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Post by mugfUg on Apr 3, 2011 5:02:03 GMT -5
Maui gaped at the spectacle that occurred before him. He was unable to express the shock that crashed over him when he saw that just happened.
"W-what da' hell?" was all he could get out. He had seen some gory accidents out at sea, fishing boats are dangerous, but he'd never seen a man rip the arm off another and blow it up.
Maui wasn't sure what was going on, but he held on to the gun in his hand as if it were life itself.
Inventory: Suit, X-Gun
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Post by queenofblades on Apr 4, 2011 9:28:09 GMT -5
It seem that Edward wouldn't get the answers from the Bald gentlemen. Before he could go over to the other guy and ask him the man in the black suit put his rifle on the ground. "The bloody ell's that thing?" The man in the black suit explained it as he walked around the room. Then he stopped and looked around. Edward noticed that the man glanced at him first. Edward had no idea what he was planning but he stayed on his guard.
One person stood out to the man. Wasting little time the man in the black suit pulled the other man's arm off. For once in his life Edward was at a loss for words. Then the man in the black suit fired the weapon at the arm. After a few seconds it exploded all over everyone. Edward stood there, not smiling, not frightened. Just a straight face. With his left hand Edward wiped the gore off his face and suit. He looked at the man in the black suit then at the man who was missing an arm and once again at the man in the black suit. "So either your quite the weight lifter or this suit makes you stronger. Also that weapon has a lag time so timing is key. Think I got it. Thanks for the show."
Inventory: 1 X-Gun, 1 Y-Gun, Suit Controller.
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Post by DawgX on Apr 6, 2011 21:19:05 GMT -5
Zed wiped something warm and wet off his right cheek. When he looked down to see what it was, he couldn't help but grin nervously. It was a pinky finger with muscle hanging out while blood dripped from the tips. He dropped it. "M-mmmm..m-m-... My G-G-God... Those weapons are real.. Oh God.. God.. God please help me..please God... God pl..please...please.." Zed muttered over a dozen more times, the six foot five male crouched into a ball with his hands clasped tightly in between him and his lap. His long brown hair covered his tear stricken face.
Inventory: Blood stained Suit w/Controller
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Post by Tame on Apr 8, 2011 4:00:32 GMT -5
OOC: Fuck it, I'm going for it.
IC:
Scott looked up, a worried expression on his face as the asshole grabbed his arm. Then he screamed out with pain as the arm was ripped from him. He fell to his knees, still screaming and sobbing uncontrollably, blood pouring from his arm. He only glanced up to see through tear-filled eyes, the man shoot his arm with the gun, drop it, and his arm explode. His arm! His fucking arm was gone!!
Pain and bewilderment fogged the little boy's mind. This all seemed like a nightmare, but he knew it wasn't - there was no going back. With fury in his eyes he raised the three-pronged gun he had taken from the black ball, pointed it at the guy who'd done this to him and quickly pulled both triggers.
Inventory: Y-gun
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Post by Belexar on Apr 8, 2011 14:24:34 GMT -5
"Seriously, guys?" the night guard asked rhetorically. "I mean, I like the movie to and; I take it, the costumes look awesome but, really? Coming down here to do this ind of shit too? That's a little too much, in my opinion."
"Viddy this, my brothers!" the leader started. "This bolshy chasso has come here to welcome us!"
There were seven young men, the oldest one barely looked eighteen, all dressed similarly. White shirt and trousers with suspenders, black high boots and bowler hat. Most of them were carrying knives or canes, though one of them was wielding what looked like a bicycle chain. Freaking Clockwork Orange fans. Less than five minutes ago, Conrad had been listening to his favorite piece from Carmen in his iPod, when he was interrupted by the noise of these guys breaking into the Opera House. The silent alarm was already doing its work, but he had to make sure they wouldn't break anything else.
"We're gonna fuck you up, bitch!" one of them yelled as he charged against him, spinning his chain above his head.
"You're not even speaking Nadsat!" Conrad replied, as he stepped aside and, with a swift and subtle motion, used the punk's speed to crush him against the wall behind him.
"Come, my brothers!" yelled the leader. "Let's tolchock this gloopy chasso and viddy him swim in his blood!"
And so, with Voices of Music playing Pachelbel's Canon from his iPod, Conrad took his steel baton and buried it in the stomach of the first punk that got too close to him. A second later, the rest of the gang fell upon him. They were naive and had no style, but they outnumbered him, and were fueled with drugs and blood lust. Conrad fought to keep the savages from reaching him with their blades, but they soon were able to tire him down. No matter how well trained you are, six drugged armed teenagers were still quite a menace. And so, after about five minutes of breaking bones and cracking skulls, The steel-tipped cane of the leader made contact with the guard's head. Taking advantage of his stunned state, the three who could still stand by themselves mercilessly started bludgeoning the poor man.
"The millicents, the millicents! Run!" was the last thing Conrad heard before everythng went black.
Suddenly, he guard found himself in a small room, with nothing but a few people and a black spherical machine inside.
"What the fuck?" were the first words Conrad's brain could come up with.
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Gackt
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Wow, what a beast[Xb0:Jun Kasai]
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Post by Gackt on Apr 17, 2011 16:34:09 GMT -5
Moments, perhaps minutes, before the arm-ripping-and-shooting thingy, Randy had already grabbed his suitcase and a small high-tech weapon. Giving no attention to the black bloke and his green-haired gremlin. Silently he entered the bathroom, where he put the tight black suit on.
Just as he was about to examine the gun there was alot of screaming and yelling, in the room where the black sphere was and the other folks were. Randall rushed into the room and saw little Scott pointing a gun at the dude with the glasses.
Within secondes after the little boy pulled both the triggers, Johnson raised his left arm, holding the gun, and aimed at the kid. "What the fuck are you doing? Don't shoot each other!" he said before pushing both the triggers on the X-gun, while aiming at the boy's hand.
Inventory: Suit, X-gun
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Post by queenofblades on Apr 18, 2011 9:14:29 GMT -5
Edward didn't too much care for the others. The fact that they were willing to harm each other meant nothing to Edward. He was still trying to comprehend the situation. Alien technology, skin tight suits and an alien to kill. This all made no sense what so ever to Edward. Slowly Edward made his way over to the wall near the black sphere and leaned on it. "Alrighty then let's take a good look around shall we." Edward examined the area looking at the boy without an arm, the kid attempting to kill the man with the glasses and someone else aiming a gun at him.
"Wow is it some kind of killing triangle?" Edward laughed a little but then he calmed himself. "OK OK in all seriousness what the hell is going on here? So everyone here is dead yet we're all still in Australia. This........THING tells us to kill some freaky looking alien creature and gives us these suits and weapons. Are we fighting off an alien invasion like the movie Independence Day? Or maybe were like Men In Black. We are all dressed in black and we have to kill aliens. Sounds right to me. If that's the case I want the name Agent E." Edward smiled at the thought of being an MIB agent. Edward spoke loudly so everyone would hear him. "Hey question? If we kill each other before we have to kill this alien thing does that mean we're dead permanently this time?"
Inventory: X-Gun, Y-Gun, Suit
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Post by Belexar on Apr 18, 2011 9:52:36 GMT -5
"Wait, what the hell?" Conrad said after letting out a bunch of profanities in german. "Killing aliens? Men in black?"
Conrad's hand reflectively went to his baton, at the sight of what could turn into a gunfight. He suddenly wished he had brought his kevlar. Just where was he? What was that place? And why the fuck was there guys wearing black suits and a fucking ball in the middle of the room? Maybe he was still unconscious? Perhaps he was in a hospital bed right now. Or maybe those guys had poisoned their knives? He didn't remember feeling any cut on hi body, but again the adrenaline does that. Also, this just felt too damn real to be a dream.
"Okay, everybody calm the fuck down!" he said, not realizing how much of a hypocrite he was being. "Where am I? What's happening? Who the fuck are you people?"
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