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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Oct 12, 2012 16:46:03 GMT -8
Owlgirl felt herself get pulled down by Frisbee's tight grip, allowing herself to drop to the floor along with her fellow thief, thoroughly confused and dismayed by the ever-increasing chaos and Mexican standoff between the armed thugs and the . . . other things behind them. What now? Robots? At this point, Owlgirl was beyond caring about the little things like common sense. Her focus was on the armed men, and tallying up each variable in which she could take them down without killing them in the process, or at least distract them enough to spirit Frisbee and the briefcase the hell out of there.
For now, however, Owlgirl begrudgingly resigned herself to their current predicament, snaking her hand down low to her utility belt to find something - anything - that could get them out of this situation. She always had the other smoke grenade . . .
"What the hell else are we supposed to do?" the avian-themed thief whispered back with a bit of hostility, not directed at Frisbee herself, but their general lack of options. All this over a briefcase . . . just cause, just cause, c'mon Tawny, just cause . . .
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Post by JW% on Oct 12, 2012 17:05:43 GMT -8
((Okay, time to start pestering Warrior of Light to post for her Lost Boys. Two of them have been badly battered, one of them disarmed... and one of them was NOT disarmed but somebody tried...))
((Oh, and "Doll Two"(the big one that Plague is facing off with), has not actually taken his turn yet, he's delaying. Mostly to posture, though he's going to try a public address villain rant soon...))
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 12, 2012 17:09:43 GMT -8
Wickerman giggled, tearing his chest and jumping on the spot, giggling. Bits of wood and splinter stuck to his back, and he was rubbing himself all over, his feet attempting to step down onto the ball-bearings.
He had no idea if he would fall or not, or if he'd even be able to get back up, instead of just worming his way around and grinding himself on things.
Plague turned his head a moment, his peripheral vision picking up the man he had just shot coming towards him. He looked behind him, hoping in some way or another that maybe the two girls he'd helped out would help him, but he realized it was impossible to see them, or for them to see him, at this angle.
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Post by JW% on Oct 12, 2012 22:00:36 GMT -8
((I'd complain that it's not your turn corte... but since your post doesn't actually include an action, it falls under the 'talking is a free action' clause, which I'm about to abuse anyway, so I can't really complain with you adding some brilliantly disturbing imagery to the scene.))
((Oh, Topman isn't coming towards Plague, he just launched his tops in that direction. The little attack drones are coming at Plague, like they came after Frisbee in the alleyway. Also, with the door blown open, Plague can see both girls laying on the ground, along with a man, and the two Lost Boys. And, obviously, all six robots. He can't, yet, see what all is going inside the church however, so Plague doesn't see Wickerman(he might HEAR him though). I've been trying to keep line of sight straight with an overhead image, though I will admit to somewhat fudging Plague's "kept backing up, attempting to gain some space" efforts.))
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 13, 2012 0:26:35 GMT -8
((Sorry, I'm writing most of my older posts late at night, and now that I've had sleep, I'm too lazy to re-edit so I've been confused about my posts myself, so... if it seems difficult to work around, just let me know and I'll try to simply my own shit.))
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 19, 2012 15:10:07 GMT -8
Slightly was beginning to realize that this sort of course of action may not be the brightest thing. He did his best to maneuver out of the way... though less from Father Enoch... and more for the towering terror that was the man with the bag over his head.
Toodles and Curly both, meanwhile, were currently trying to keep their wits about them and not laugh their asses off about being threatened by Johnny Five from Short Circuit. Or perhaps just a large Wall-E.
Nibs braced himself as Sister Loretta hit at his gun, holding steadfast to it. Her weapon fell away from it- naturally, he wouldn't let himself be unarmed, after all. He gave a rather condescending smile to her... that quickly turned a bit darker. As quick as he could muster, he had both hands on the gun, and thus hit her with the gun, in the general head area.
Sooner and Later were both thrown by the pew colliding with their chests. The air knocked out of them, they both flew back into the other pews. Sooner bit his lip to keep back tears, his chest and arm, which he'd fallen on, both in rapturous pain.
Later, on the other hand, wasn't moving, and the carpet was beginning to grow soft in a pool of red from where he lay, face-down, after hitting a pew hard with his head.
((Sooner suffers from two fractured ribs and a broken arm. Later gets his three uppermost ribs broken, a cracked skull and a broken nose.))
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Post by JW% on Oct 19, 2012 16:16:25 GMT -8
Slightly took a careful step backwards, and found his feet on the ball bearings, as if the devious little things were actively trying to hurt him by placing themselves where he would step on and trip him. He shifted his feet and pushed the little metal marbles out of his way, managing to at get out of Father Enoch's sword range. As long as the big man didn't lunge. As for the man with the bag over his head... well did Wickerman actually have a safe range?
((Sister Loretta was trying barehanded to disarm Nibs, she has no weapon.))
Sister Loretta had enough time to read Nibs smile as going from condescending to rage, her eyes going wide as the weapon was jerked out of her hand and the butt of the rifle was smashed across her face. The impact jarred her, causing her lip to split and blood to well up in her mouth. These men were ruthless, and they meant business! She should have stuck with trying to placate them, instead her grab for the gun just got her hurt.
((Sister Loretta's hitpoints were 103. She just took Nibs strength+1CS for weapon(40 total), so she's at 63. I leave it up to Alkonost Storm to decide if that blow was enough to knock her to the floor or not, but it certainly hurt.))
((Also, Penny edited to include the broken bones. Sooner is down to 10 Strength and Endurance due to broken ribs and down to 10 agility due to his arm. Later is also down to 10 Strength and Endurance for broken ribs and has lost an additional 1 Endurance, dropping him to 9, for blood loss. He will continue to lose 1 Endurance point for every combat round he doesn't get his bleeding stopped until he passes out at 0, or dies(at 0 assuming he hadn't lost Endurance from the broken ribs, -20 in this case). Wendy/Lostboys gain 200 karma points immediately, and Later may need to use some of that to keep him alive if this fight goes on for too long. The reduction in Strength and Endurance is to be considered in effect until the bones mend in 30 days.))
Out on the street the largest of the robots, the one with the huge shoulder mounted rocket pods and who was glaring down Plague, switched on his loudspeakers. A sharp whine of the public address feedback kicked in, followed by slightly distorted words being delivered in a grandiose manner.
"Listen to me and tremble all you pitiful fools!" The mechanical sounding voice bellowed. "Your petty squabbles, your meager struggles with one another, they amuse me with their futility! Fight amongst yourself if you want, but know that you are all the toys of a greater power! Behold the mechanical might of the demented Doll Breeder! Watch how easily I can take what you think are your precious toys, because they are in truth all mine!"
The three robots at the door of the church grabbed the three nearest people to them. That just happened to be Owlgirl, Frisbee, and Alan. Alan screamed as the mechanical claws closed around his collar, sounding more like a little girl than either Owlgirl or Frisbee.
"I will do as I please and none may stop me! Soon you will all bow before the power of the Doll Breeder, because if you do not, I will show you how easily your toys are broken as well as taken!"
The three robots laser weapons started to emit a sinister ringing hum and glow a dark red. "No! Please! Don't!" Frisbee said. "Don't let him hurt us!"
((Intuition check: Wendy and Father Enoch notice that the robots are being rather gentle, and the protests of Alan and Frisbee seem to be more from panic than actual harm being inflicted on them. Also, Frisbee might be stoned, she seems somewhat distracted from putting feeling into her protests.))
((Reasoning check: Wendy, Plague, Father Enoch and Sister Loretta notice that the robots are recognizable military prototypes. They appear to have been modified with heavier weapons, presumably stolen, since the article about unmanned combat robots had been released. The article itself said that the robots were being designed primarily for search and rescue of injured soldiers. Which might explain why their faces look so... cute and toy like.))
The three robots start to pull Alan, Owlgirl, and Frisbee away, effectively stealing Toodles and Curly's hostages right out from under their gun barrels. As they do this, the ball bearings seem to angrily follow them, but they can't seem to trip someone using treads, or someone laying down and being drug across the ground.
((Father Enochs turn! Also... while Owlgirl can't actually do anything to stop it, I'm thinking she might want to scream or protest being transfered from Hostage to Kidnap victim...))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Oct 19, 2012 17:03:40 GMT -8
Loretta staggered back as she wiped away the blood from her lip. Perhaps now was a good time to take cover behind the altar again...
Father Enoch took one look at the all the people gathered and after some calculations, he channeled his own power into the claymore again, this time causing electric sparks to dance about the blade.
His main priority were the dolls but first he'd have to get rid of the boys. With that in mind, he moved to attack the ones closest to him, slashing at them with the claymore.
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Post by JW% on Oct 19, 2012 19:05:16 GMT -8
The three robots at the door made a full retreat, half dragging and half carrying their three kidnap victims with them down the steps and lifting them into the van. The ball bearings seemed to get confused and weak as they left the church, spilling out onto the street and bouncing down the steps with no true purpose. There did seem a fair number more of them than could have logically fit into a sock, but given that they were now divinely blessed, a minor miracle of numbers wasn't out of the question either.
Owlgirl was surprised that the robots were quite gentle, yet also quite firm. It would be unlikely that she could escape, even though Frisbee beside her kicked and squirmed, while Alan was nearly catatonic with his eyes wide in horror like he was staring the grim reaper in the face. The fact that her briefcase was being carried with her, and Frisbee's backpack of their goods as well seemed somewhat less than important at the moment, but maybe later it would come in useful.
"Silence my toys!" Doll Breeder said through his big robot, or possibly it was a suit, though it's apelike posture implied otherwise. "If you display well you will remain in mint condition. As for the rest, I have made my declaration, who would stand against me, the dreaded Doll Breeder?"
Wiping the blood from her lips, Sister Loretta turned and ducked behind the altar, getting away from the brutal Lost Boy that had hurt her, and leaving Nibs to focus on the other dangers in the room. Enoch and Wickerman.
There was a rattling on the pavement as Topmans three tops spun towards Plague. Hard to make out, but they may have been bladed, and they seemed intent on his shins...
((Plague's turn. He's got one shot... what's his target? Then Wickerman.))
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 20, 2012 0:57:55 GMT -8
Plague was facing one of his most dangerous morale choices at this point, facing both towards Topman and the figures that had taken the girls he had followed from the van and a third man who looked like he had just been picked up in the uproar.
They were coming towards him, those blades, but that van was getting further away, and with it the two he had tried to protect.
He made his choice.
He arched his back, took a deep breath and raised his rifle, aiming it at the van. He took one, deep breath, slightly shaking from the imminent blades about to hit him, and fired, hopefully clipping the front wheels, or the bottom of the engine block, or maybe even just flipping the car with the sudden stop of the front wheels. He didn't know, he wasn't quite sure about the physics.
He slung his rifle, and attempted to leap out of the way of the blades, but knew it was too late. He had attempted to save the girls.
Wickerman roared, his feet stamping as he attempted to run towards Priestess Loretta's attacker and slam him in the back with his foot.
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Post by JW% on Oct 20, 2012 13:18:06 GMT -8
((Van hasn't started moving yet, they're still loading, so physics wouldn't cause it to flip. Also, while technically I was holding the large robots action in reserve specifically to stop Plague from doing exactly this...))
Plague arched his back, took a deep breath and raised his rifle, aiming it at the van. The large robot saw this, and the safty covers that made up its "hands" sprang open at the same speed as Plagues aim. The bolt of white plasma was precharged. All that had to be done was fire...
Plague's finger slipped on the trigger first, snapping off his shot.
((Plague uses the bare minimal of his agility to make the shot. It's a close range shot at an unmoving target, and he is a skilled marksmen. Agility check: success.))
Plague didn't have time to see the front right tire of the van burst. He released his rifle, letting the sling do it's job, and leap away from the incomming tops. The battle drones rattled and bounced as they spun, but they stayed at ground level, and if Frisbee had shown anything, it was that they could be beaten simply by jumping over them. All three of them, at once. Timing and agility were critical...
((Second Agility check. Plague is at -10 for success for taking the shot first, but only has to beat a 20.))
He made it. Into the air, over the first top... and suddenly the white hot flash of plasma impacted his chest. The big robot, the one that had been covering him, trying to keep him from this, it had fired just a moment too late to stop him, but just a moment too fast for him to dodge...
((Plague has used up 30 of his 40 agility with split second marksmenship and ankle saving acrobatics. He needs at least another 20 to avoid the final shot aimed at him. He doesn't have it. Plague takes 20 damage.))
The blast kicked like a shotgun, and spread much like one too. Instead of punching through his body, it slammed against his already in midair body, and threw it backwards. Plague landed, smoke coming from the impact wound on his chest, on the steps of the church. The ball bearings bounced off of him, and he heard a top chip at the concrete steps as they struck and bounced off with a small spray of sparks.
"You did not comply." The robot told him, not through the loud speaker. "Drop your weapon or increased force will match your level of resistance."
Inside the church Wickerman roared, his feet stamping down on agressive ball bearings as he attempted to run towards Loretta's hiding place at the altar. Or rather charge at Loretta's attacker: Nibs.
Completely ignoring the two fallen Lost Boys in the middle of the room, and Father Enoch with a blade that now resembled a man sized lightning bolt who was charging past him, Wickerman charged... and tripped. His attack on the twins taking most of his concentration, now the ball bearings did their thing, sending Wickerman uncontrollably at Nibs.
The Lost Boy saw it, but couldn't move in time. Both Wickerman and Nibs slammed into the altar in a tangle of long limbs and scattering ball bearings that did Gods will. Bloody sprays from the impact, and then simply leaks from the injured combatants laying at the base of the now broken altar. Sister Loretta's hiding spot exposed.
((I'm counting this as a fumbled charge attack, with the agility feat to not take damage yourself from the impact as a failure. Nibs takes 40 damage, leaving him at 50 hitpoints. Wickerman takes an additional 40 hitpoints from breaking the altar with his(or maybe Nibs') head, leaving him at 52 hitpoints. The altar takes 40 hitpoints, and I'm assuming it's constructed of standard materials so it's some kind of exotic hard wood, and therefore breaks from that kind of damage.))
Meanwhile, having just been loaded into the van, Frisbee yelped in surprise at the gunshot, while Alan huddled in the corner of the vehicle. The inside was padded, much like one would expect a carrying case of expensive electronics. "What the hell was that?" Frisbee asked. "Is that guy the sniper?"
"He... he shot out the front tire... oh god we're going to die... they're going to kill us now..." Alan was watching everything, even from his bundle of fear huddle.
"What? The 'Doll Breeder' didn't think to reinforce his tires? You know how common nail strips are in this city?" Notably more common than some overly muscled person in tights crushing your bumper with their bare hands. Despite what the news would have you think.
There was no driver seat in the van Owlgirl noted, just some sort of remote robotics jurry rigged to the wheel and pedals. It gave a vague reminder of Mythbusters with their remote controlled cars. Pneumatic pistons pressed down on the gas pedal and the front wheels spun into life, causing the van to move forward. One of the medium sized robots leans it's arm out the window and points a strange pronged object at the tire, creating a greenish blue beam of swirling sparkles was emitted, covering the tire. Whatever it did, it kept the vehicle from driving on it's rims. The van was front wheel drive only, and one of those was the wheel Plague had shot out.
The other robot braced itself in the middle of the van and moved to secure the passengers so they didn't fall out the still open doors.
((Now, forgive me for not doing this calculation sooner, but "he moved to attack the ones closest to him" would have Father Enoch attacking Slightly, who is disarmed and in retreat. The NEXT closest is either Nibs, or one of the Twins. However, if one assumes that Father Enochs main priorty is the dolls who are kidnapping people right out of his church and making grandiose speaches over a loudspeaker out on the street... then the first Lost Boy he'd run into would be either Toodles or Curly, putting Father Enoch at the door in time to see the van driving away. His strength, plus sword, plus blessing would inflict 60 points of damage on his target... more than half of the targets total, so enough to "break bones"(or cleave a limb clean off, though even the optional rules don't really say anything about that). I'll let Warrior of Light decide if she wants Wendy to have another 100 karma for disabling another one of her minions.))
As the van pulled away, taking with it most of the robots, and the three hostages, further down the street there was a shimmering vortex coming into being. Topman, trying to recall his attack tops for another launch looked up at it.
"Finally! Some back up!" He remarked.
((Wickerman's insane agility gives him two more turns before the backup is able to even step through the portal at the start of the next round. However, since he's down, he can't really move without one of those turns being an attempt to stand up again(or spends the whole turn crawling away). Then again, he has both Nibs and Loretta within arms reach and doesn't need to move to mutilate either of them. The rape train has no breaks people. Hope you're enjoying the ride.))
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 20, 2012 22:29:41 GMT -8
Plague jumped, feeling air move around his feet as those blades came inches away, and Plague felt almost a significant rush. He pushed his hands out to attempt to brace himself for a fall on his face and to push up quicker.
And then it hit.
His arms flailed out, his legs going straight as his body jostled back, smacking him into the stairs with a loud thud and an audible impact crater as shit hit the fan. His chest was burning, it ached, and everything felt sore and broken.
He coughed, spluttering, his hand reaching for his rifle, which was blown too far back for him to reach, the sling that kept it at his side had been hit, burned and snapped, the rest of it fused into his chest, with the rest of his clothes slightly cauterized into his skin.
Had he stopped the van? He looked up, groaning, unsure if he did.
Wickerman reached out, attempting to grab at Nibs and smack his face repeatedly into the altar, laughing and giggling, a visible erection.
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Post by JW% on Oct 22, 2012 15:35:20 GMT -8
((Nibs is down another 35 hitpoints as Wickerman beats his face into the broken altar, probably splattering Sister Loretta with Nibs blood...))
((Wickerman's last action of round two... then we start round 3. Order of initiative is as follows:
Wendy
Father Enoch
Doll Six, Doll Five, Doll Four(the small ones, they'll grab ahold of the side of the van and ride along, unless needed to help with the get away)
Sister Loretta
Plague
DollThree, DollFour(they're driving the get away van)
Wickerman(berserk)
DollTwo(He's staying behind, since the van is filled with hostages/kidnap victims)
Topman (Will be getting rescued)
Splashwoman (will be the one rescuing Topman. I used a randomizer to pick this, and it just turned out silly.)
Owlgirl (Technically. If the van manages to make it's get away, she's out of combat)
Slightly Sooner Later (endurance will drop to 8. Needs medical attention) Nibs (may be beaten unconcious by Wickerman before hand.) Tootles Curly (Curly or Tootles may have been badly hurt by Enoch on turn 2, but would still be in able to act)
Enochs second turn of the round would happen here.
Sister Lorettas second turn.
Plague, second turn.
Wickerman(berserk), second turn.
DollTwo, second turn.
Wickerman(berserk), third turn.
Wickerman(berserk), fourth turn.
Round 3 ends.))
((We should be able to wrap this up reasonably soon I think, and then I have to figure out the rewards for this... ))
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Post by JW% on Nov 5, 2012 12:22:31 GMT -8
. . . Okay, if there are no posts are expected from Corte or Penny, it's Alkonost Storm's turn with Enochs first move of the round...
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Nov 5, 2012 14:52:24 GMT -8
Enoch hesitated, considering his actions. The altar was broken and he could get what he needed from beneath its ruins. Dashing over to the altar, he called out something in Aramaic. At first nothing happened but then something rose out of the wreck of the altar, metallic and gleaming. Quickly, it assembled about Enoch, the last piece being the tall helm obscuring his face. Or rather, it would obscure his face to any onlookers but he himself could see perfectly fine. Il Ruinante was ready for a fight. He stepped over towards Tootles, intending to engage him in battle.
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Post by JW% on Nov 5, 2012 17:09:10 GMT -8
The three smallest robots hang on the side of the van as it drives away, leaving only the largest robot to stand there in front of the steps of the church. It seemed to look quite content after having delivered it's message, and was simply scanning the environment for any further hostile activities.
It did not consider Father Enoch shoving aside one of the Lost boys who were standing like idiots in the doorway, and then dashing back in to armor up, to be hostile. At least not enough that it reacted.
The van managed to make it past a portal being generated in the street, a woman fell out of it. Understandable since she did not have legs. She looked very much like a classical mermaid, from the waist down her body was an elongated fish tail. She was not, however, nude in any sense, with armored helmet(complete with a wave like assymetrical crest), breastplate and gloves. She held a trident in one hand, trying to pull herself upright and look around.
"Gate sent you?" Topman groaned. "Are we having budget cuts or something?"
"Muzzle it." She snarled in what could have been a melodious voice, had she cared to make it one. Today was clearly not a good day for her.
((Sister Loretta, who is within melee range of Nibs, Il Ruinate, and the berserking Wickerman 'hiding' behind the ruined altar.
Then Plague.))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Nov 11, 2012 13:39:53 GMT -8
It occurred to Loretta that she had not seen hide nor hair of the blonde-haired girl since she led her to the bathroom, and wondered if she had something to do with the young delinquents who had stormed St. Elissa's. She moved away from the ruined altar, muttering prayers for healing under her breath as she moved towards the back of the church. Somewhat impractically, there was no back doors in the church and any secret exits or entrances could only be accessed by Enoch or herself. Eyes narrowed with resolve, Sister Loretta set out to deal with Wendy.
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Post by JW% on Nov 11, 2012 19:59:31 GMT -8
Wendy is quickly spotted(Intuition check vs Wendy's stealth/agility), and has gathered up 6 resource points(of Loretta and Enoch's combined 20 wealth). Probably some silver or gold plated candle holders, or possibly some works of art.
Wendy however knows Loretta is coming for her, and can make a run for it...
Plague, then Wickerman, then Frisbee gives Owlgirl some granola.
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Post by lovely corte on Nov 11, 2012 20:21:11 GMT -8
Plague took a deep-breath, panting. He had his chest gripped by his fists, his rifle discarded over to one side and his side-arm hanging loosely at his side. His face mask had fallen down at this point, exposing his mouth and neck respirator, idly pumping away audibly as Plague wheezed, the air knocked out of him.
He groaned, attempting to get up and fire his pistol at the robot, aiming for his sensor suite.
Wickerman giggled, flailing about. He attempted to pick up the already wounded boy and throw him down the aisle.
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Post by JW% on Nov 11, 2012 22:35:43 GMT -8
Plagues bullet found true. The large armored flinched back, then rotated it's head to look at him. He'd managed to put a hole clean through it's primary optical array. The two secondary cameras clicked and focused on him.
"That." The robots recorded voice said. "Was uncalled for."
Nibs limp bloody body was pitched down the aisle where Sooner and Later lay. He wouldn't be getting up again. Like Later, who was bleeding out onto the floor, Nibs wouldn't survive without some kind of medical attention. Simply a bandage would help even.
At the same time the large robot outside locked it's legs together and started building up a pillar of smoke and glowing rocket thrust. It was launching to follow the escaping van through the air.
"Come on." The mermaid girl said, grabbing Topman and shoving him through the portal. "You evac. I'll deal with our contract. We've made enough of a mess of things."
The van made a wobbling turn on it's one good front wheel and headed safely away from the scene of the chaos. The three hostages could feel how tricky it was for the robots to drive under these conditions, but they seemed to be doing a fair job.
"I'm gonna die... they're gonna kill me... I don't want to die... I don't want to die..." The man was whimpering in the corner, but Frisbee shrugged, fishing in her backpack and pulling out what looked like a partially melted tupperware bowl with a lid.
"Want some granola?" She asked Owlgirl. "That was a total rush. Didn't think things would go that way, did you? Wow." The robots seemed to give her uncaring eyes, various sorts of weapons covering them in case they attempted to escape.
"They're gonna kill us... oh man oh man they're gonna kill us..."
"Oh, relax, we're in the clear. Just chill man." Frisbee gave him a slap on the shoulder. "Have some granola, I think I've got a fresh water bottle too." She turned back to Owlgirl. "That's a pretty cool costume. Wish I could have afforded something that neat. I didn't catch your name. Is it like Night Wing or something?"
((Owlgirl, obviously, then the Lost Boys who aren't out of it. Only Nibs is actually beaten until he can't move, but all of them but I think only Tootles is actually 'still standing'.
Tootles (Il Ruinante is going after him) Slightly(disarmed but on his feet) Curly (was shoved aside by Enoch) Sooner (injured, but not dying) Later (endurance will drop to 8. Needs medical attention) Nibs (beaten almost to death by Wickerman, not going to move) ))
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Post by lovely corte on Nov 11, 2012 22:40:25 GMT -8
Plague looked up, feeling a sense of dread as the van drove away. It drove, and drove and kept on driving until it left his peripheral vision as he focused on the robot. He had clipped one of its eyes, and yet it still made no move to attack.
He took a stand, his respirator protesting as he groaned to his feet. He held his chest, clicking his respirator parts back in place. They got away. His heart fell. Those poor girls...
Wickerman giggled, still attempting.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 19, 2012 18:55:25 GMT -8
"Want some granola?" the frisbee girl asked Owlgirl, pulling her from her comatose state of confusion and panic with a tense jolt of her muscles. "That was a total rush. Didn't think things would go that way, did you? Wow." The robots seemed to give her uncaring eyes, various sorts of weapons covering them in case they attempted to escape.
"I-I . . . what?" was all Owlgirl could force out at the moment, rubbing her temples with her index and middle fingers. The short guy babbling on about their oh-so-imminent demise wasn't helping all that much.
"That's a pretty cool costume," the girl said as Owlgirl took the granola bar from her, but only held onto it loosely. "Wish I could have afforded something that neat. I didn't catch your name. Is it like Night Wing or something?"
"Owlgirl. I'm Owlgirl," she replied furtively. "I wish we could have met under better circumstances. What about you? Those disks, they're pretty cool."
Why she wasn't focusing primarily on getting the fuck out of this situation was beyond her.
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Post by JW% on Nov 19, 2012 21:00:56 GMT -8
"Owlgirl." Frisbee nodded, leaning back and enjoying the ride in the van. They seemed to be heading to some sort of underground pass, somewhere it would be easy to lose flying tails. Or ground bound followers for that matter. "Please to meet you. I'm Paula Donalds." Frisbee said munching on her hand mixed granola.
"Oh god... they're going to kill us and you're giving away you're real name..." The small man groaned.
"Oh, hush, we're fine!" Frisbee said. "Besides, I haven't come up with a super hero name yet. Or an outfit."
"Why didn't you wear a mask?"
"I didn't have one." Frisbee said defensively, showing off her outfit of hooded sweatshirt and the rest. She looked nothing like a super hero. Or villain. In fact, at best, she looked like some kind of pickpocket or street punk. At worst she was some hippie who begged for change on the street corner.
"And thanks by the way, though most of them are just basic toy frisbees. Most of them plastic, some metal, and there were those two I taped together and filled with bent nails." The one that filled the alleyway with calthrops. "I'm pretty good at throwing them, which is why I figured I'd use them."
The man finally rolled up and took a good look at Owlgirl. "What are we going to do? You saw them back there... sniper, a group of superhuman villains in that church. The guy broke a pew over his head intentionally! And she's wearing a mask." He pointed at Owlgirl. "How do we know she's not one of them? Can we trust her?"
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((Owlgirl is now 'safely'(if one considers all the death dealing robots pointing guns at her safe) away from the battle. Next up: Lost Boys))
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 22, 2012 20:18:52 GMT -8
At this moment, while Sister Loretta was going to the back, she would find no one there- but she would find a wide-opened window, with a light thread handing down from the corner.
Not the center of attention anymore, much of the Lost Boys were wondering what the hell happened. Even so, Curly had noticed what had happened to Nibs and Later both. With nothing in his mind as of yet, he sneaked over to where Nibs was- the heaviest of the three injured- and heaved him up and into his arms, and out the window.
Slightly was the only one of the lost boys to note his comrade bolting off into the night as fast as his legs could carry him. Gathering his barrings, Slightly took mental estimations and notes of the boys- before going off to grab and heave Sooner to his feet. Tootles was the fastest- he knew that even though he was probably going to be chased, he could take the smallest of the men and run like a racehorse into the night. So he took the larger, ignoring his quiet protests, and pushed him out the window with him, going off in the opposite direction of Curly. He could find his way back to the place, he just needed to take a different route.
Tootles noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the others leaving- and Later there, completely out, his blood pooling around him.
This was Tootles's first fight with this group, and it was a bad one. Seeing Later hurt that bad... Tootles was starting to lost it and panic.
"Listen," He said, and looked Father Enoch right in the eyes, backing away, "I know we made a mistake. A bad one, by the looks of it. But you're a man of God, aren't you? And God is merciful, right? As his messenger, shouldn't you be too?" He realized how stale this was sounding. He was a scared kid, with shaky legs and little mind for this sort of fighting, and he was in flight mode. "Look, I know I sound stupid and I am, I dropped out of middle school three years ago... but there are people right outside here who just got kidnapped by giant Wall-E's and you heard that gunfire and... basically, what I'm trying to say is, they're are people you can go outside and help and do better with than just by attacking one kid and killing two that way- because-" he pointed to Later-"he has medical problems as is, and he just got hit hella badly apparently... I don't know if his nose is broken or if he's like, internally bleeding and it's just coming out his mouth or..." He seemed momentarily lost in thought and concern, his hands, which had been up at his shoulders, faltering. "...Listen, if you want to fight me I'll fight you, but at least get him some help and not let him die slowly like that. I wouldn't want to go out like that. I don't think anyone does."
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Post by JW% on Nov 22, 2012 21:37:44 GMT -8
((Father Enoch's turn, followed by Lorettas and I'm declaring that Wendy used this turn to escape, so it won't be counted in the number of turns she spent looting.))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Nov 23, 2012 13:32:32 GMT -8
"I could heal him...It is certainly in my power...On the other hand, the severity of his wounds would probably take him out of action for a very long time." There was a pause as he moved the claymore's tip towards Later's throat. "It would be more merciful to slit his throat here and now." There was a pause. "However, I shall be benevolent and spare him death." He planted the Claymore onto the ground, hands glowing with energy as he began to heal the dying boy. "Get out. You will not be seeing your friend anytime soon."
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 23, 2012 13:35:42 GMT -8
Tootles looked confused, and a bit shocked. His breath beginning to go crazy already, he took to a window and leaped, sprinting at his topmost speeds. To get there fast, he'd have to take a straight line. To take a straight line, he'd have to do some parkour.
Time to learn.
Back at the church, Later gave a few light convulsions and winces, still with his head hanging low. His hat had slipped off, landing gently in the pool of blood below.
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Post by lovely corte on Nov 23, 2012 15:58:23 GMT -8
Wickerman giggled, hunching over before stretching out, steady gasps of air and shuddering groans escaping the gaping mass that was his mouth. His hands shot out to his face, and with the sound like someone was tearing the flesh from his face, he peeled the mask away.
Wickerman's face popped out into view, one of the few instances where he showed distinguishable emotions, his face contorted in agony, and whilst there was no wounds on him or his face, on the inside of the mask, one could see barbs holding bits of flesh inside, tearing at it and chewing.
The sack reached back out, and with snapping and tearing, it latched back onto his face. It dug into his face, blood pooling and reaching out and dripping down his body, ending in a large puddle at his feet. Wickerman sunk to his knees, an inhuman screech that would burst most ear-drums shot out, and Wickerman was slamming his face into the ground, crying out in agony and fear. The sack latched onto his face, and made a suckling sound as Wickerman lurched about, slamming his head and face into things.
"Kill me! Kill me!" Wickerman yelled, his voice changing between a serene, calm voice and that of a yelling, agonized one. He ran forward, slamming his face into a pew, crying out in pain. He continued grinding his face on the floor, until he collapsed. He twitched and stopped moving, just laying on the floor, as the sack on his head pulsed and continued to make suckling noises, albeit the bleeding stopped.
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Post by JW% on Nov 23, 2012 20:11:41 GMT -8
((That... basically just leaves Plague... if he's not going to be doing anything like, say, shooting Topman again, we're going back to social anyone posts at any time.))
((Oh, Later's immediate bleeding stops and he regains an endurance rank, but still has a good long while before he recovers. The other Lost boys escape, but what happened to the BADLY beaten and also bleeding out Nibbs?))
((Oh, and I really want to say that pulling out of a berserker state should NOT be that easy for Wickerman. There are still Enemy combatants on the field, let's nevermind the fact that he shouldn't be able to TELL friend from foe, and yet he actively avoided attacking Enoch or Loretta. It sounds like he does NOT enter an actual berserker state, and he still has full control over his actions.))
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Post by lovely corte on Nov 24, 2012 1:54:58 GMT -8
((Revised. Also, in my head, with the positioning of how the fight was going, I automatically assumed that Loretta was a bit further ahead than one of the Lost Boys he was attacking, and I wanted the idea that he was just grabbing at him.))
((Plus, at any point where he could attack Enoch, he would of tripped over the balls, and Loretta had ran away whilst he was beating the Lost Boy's face in.))
Plague stood up, staggering and reached for his side-arm, before he fired a shot at Topman. It wasn't going to hit him, as it impacted next to the man with a loud thwack and an upstart of dirt and concrete.
"G-... Get out of here!" Plague yelled, slightly faltering in his speech with a cracked voice, both from his respirator and his own fear and pain. "G-... Get out of here!"
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