@KatherinWinter, We were supposed to find that map in-game, right? It's just that there is nothing to respond to in the IC posts.
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I wonder if this place would ever run a proper Play By Post with dice rolls and whatnot.
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The average life expectancy of RPs here leave something to be desired.
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Ah yes, looking up words in Google Translate. Used an actual paperback dictionary back in the day, but still - looks like I'm back in the saddle.
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Ezekiel came closer and looked over the fire girl's shoulder at the drawing on the wall. It contained quite a lot of information, but he guessed the important bits were missing, since there is no point in overloading an emergency document with details. He wiggled politely past the french guy and looked down the hall. Yes, he had a much better chance of getting to know this place with his feet.
He walked to the end of the long corridor, turned right, and walked to the end of the following corridor. Riddle or not, they were given a chance to get to know the facility, and he decided to take it. Most of the signs on the doors made no sense to him, so he continued walking until the 3rd corridor ended. The facility took a squarish shape in his mind. This was a good start.
He turned on his heels, and approached the nearest guard or other staff member.
He walked to the end of the long corridor, turned right, and walked to the end of the following corridor. Riddle or not, they were given a chance to get to know the facility, and he decided to take it. Most of the signs on the doors made no sense to him, so he continued walking until the 3rd corridor ended. The facility took a squarish shape in his mind. This was a good start.
He turned on his heels, and approached the nearest guard or other staff member.
Oops, yes, not a car guy so it's all the same to me, editing.
Something unfamiliar washed over Chris while he made his way to the hospital entrance. He felt his eyes widen, his teeth clench, his muscles push against their psychological boundaries. Soft pain emanated from his joints. He walked absentmindedly, his mind busy with imaginary scenes of the caller's throat being ripped out of his body, his spine broken, his skull caved in. The young man almost collided into the doors.
But when his hand reached out, his 6th chakra finally caught up with his 2nd. They knew where he was. They wanted to isolate the hospital. This entire thing was a trap. He felt his hand muscles waver as he realized the lives of everyone inside might be in his hands - And it wouldn't matter if the person on the other side of the phone was a mass-murderer out for blood or a criminal who wanted revenge on a single partygoer. It wouldn't matter to all those people marked "collateral". So he closed the door just enough for it to be opened with a well-placed kick.
Done with the building, he turned towards the cars parking in front of it. He felt himself going numb with anger and helplessness. With a moment of focus, he turned his adrenaline down to nominal levels, relaxed his muscles, and normalized his breath.
"I am doing what you asked. Stop hurting her." He said to the phone while looking for the aforementioned car. "My cooperation is dependent on her well-being. Give her the phone." His words were not hostile, angry or fast. They were a text being read by a bored radio show host. But for now, he had decided to make their Lambo guy a cripple, and hoped they could convince him otherwise.
"Stop hurting her?" The voice asked over the phone, "Kid, you don't know the meaning of the word pain, but never mind all that." The voice went quiet for a moment before the phone was handed over to his young lady friend,
"Chris," she spoke quietly, but there were signs in her voice that she was terrified, that she was crying, "Christopher, do what they want-" that was all she could say before the Voice returned.
"Y'know, this isn't our first rodeo, and you definitely aren't some alpha male Bull," the voice taunted him while down the parking lot, a brown UPS delivery truck pulled into the Hospital parking lot and pulled up to the Lamborghini, "Your move kid, keep your girl safe, or somehow screw up what we're doing and you'll wish she was dead, the things in my head I want to do to her, it's scary," he added with a laugh as the UPS driver started to get out and go around the back of his truck.
Chris was perfectly still, trying to listen to the phone while keeping the UPS man in his peripheral vision. He wondered if with enough experimentation, he could learn to discern emotion and intent from a person's tone of voice. But Carrie did not seem to be in shock or in need of any immediate medical aid at least. He hoped these people were professionals, but he had really no way of knowing. "Alright." He said, absentmindedly.
Some loiterers were turning to look at the UPS guy's work. Chris casually walked towards them, phone still in hand. He did not want to hang up - it felt as if the conversation was Carrie's lifeline. In his head, this situation slowly became similar to a medical operation. He had been in one where one of the company's new devices was tested, and his expertise was needed in real time to keep the patient alive. The staff was surprised at how calm he was, given his almost nonexistent experience. But it was simple - he did not have to be physically affected by fear. And he wasn't planning to start now.
"Hey." He said, a bit louder than necessary, when he was close enough. "My buddy's running late - do you know how long this gig is gonna be up?" "Ah," the voice said, "I see our first test of loyalty has come into play," in the background he could hear the sound of a gun clicking for live fire, "will you keep your girlfriend alive? Warn these punks about what is to come? Or will you save your own skin? Choices, choices," he laughed.
Inside the abandoned hospital, the crowd was now being fired upon as the assault team raged onto the crowd and was met with opposition by the mutants to the rescue. Outside, the fake UPS driver was loading two duffel bags worth of weaponry into the trunk of the luxury sports car, not looking over at Chris or the street kids. The young man, oblivious to the gunfire due to the music and the building's acoustic isolation, bothered the kids until they got annoyed and left, and so did he, moving away from the Lamborghini and towards the entrance of the hospital, so as to not draw attention.
But when his hand reached out, his 6th chakra finally caught up with his 2nd. They knew where he was. They wanted to isolate the hospital. This entire thing was a trap. He felt his hand muscles waver as he realized the lives of everyone inside might be in his hands - And it wouldn't matter if the person on the other side of the phone was a mass-murderer out for blood or a criminal who wanted revenge on a single partygoer. It wouldn't matter to all those people marked "collateral". So he closed the door just enough for it to be opened with a well-placed kick.
Done with the building, he turned towards the cars parking in front of it. He felt himself going numb with anger and helplessness. With a moment of focus, he turned his adrenaline down to nominal levels, relaxed his muscles, and normalized his breath.
"I am doing what you asked. Stop hurting her." He said to the phone while looking for the aforementioned car. "My cooperation is dependent on her well-being. Give her the phone." His words were not hostile, angry or fast. They were a text being read by a bored radio show host. But for now, he had decided to make their Lambo guy a cripple, and hoped they could convince him otherwise.
"Stop hurting her?" The voice asked over the phone, "Kid, you don't know the meaning of the word pain, but never mind all that." The voice went quiet for a moment before the phone was handed over to his young lady friend,
"Chris," she spoke quietly, but there were signs in her voice that she was terrified, that she was crying, "Christopher, do what they want-" that was all she could say before the Voice returned.
"Y'know, this isn't our first rodeo, and you definitely aren't some alpha male Bull," the voice taunted him while down the parking lot, a brown UPS delivery truck pulled into the Hospital parking lot and pulled up to the Lamborghini, "Your move kid, keep your girl safe, or somehow screw up what we're doing and you'll wish she was dead, the things in my head I want to do to her, it's scary," he added with a laugh as the UPS driver started to get out and go around the back of his truck.
Chris was perfectly still, trying to listen to the phone while keeping the UPS man in his peripheral vision. He wondered if with enough experimentation, he could learn to discern emotion and intent from a person's tone of voice. But Carrie did not seem to be in shock or in need of any immediate medical aid at least. He hoped these people were professionals, but he had really no way of knowing. "Alright." He said, absentmindedly.
Some loiterers were turning to look at the UPS guy's work. Chris casually walked towards them, phone still in hand. He did not want to hang up - it felt as if the conversation was Carrie's lifeline. In his head, this situation slowly became similar to a medical operation. He had been in one where one of the company's new devices was tested, and his expertise was needed in real time to keep the patient alive. The staff was surprised at how calm he was, given his almost nonexistent experience. But it was simple - he did not have to be physically affected by fear. And he wasn't planning to start now.
"Hey." He said, a bit louder than necessary, when he was close enough. "My buddy's running late - do you know how long this gig is gonna be up?" "Ah," the voice said, "I see our first test of loyalty has come into play," in the background he could hear the sound of a gun clicking for live fire, "will you keep your girlfriend alive? Warn these punks about what is to come? Or will you save your own skin? Choices, choices," he laughed.
Inside the abandoned hospital, the crowd was now being fired upon as the assault team raged onto the crowd and was met with opposition by the mutants to the rescue. Outside, the fake UPS driver was loading two duffel bags worth of weaponry into the trunk of the luxury sports car, not looking over at Chris or the street kids. The young man, oblivious to the gunfire due to the music and the building's acoustic isolation, bothered the kids until they got annoyed and left, and so did he, moving away from the Lamborghini and towards the entrance of the hospital, so as to not draw attention.
That's hot-damn impressive.
Can you put it in the first OOC post so it doesn't get lost?
Can you put it in the first OOC post so it doesn't get lost?
@Peaceless Oh the language one.
Gotcha.
Unrelatedly, can we have a description of what's outside the gym?
The large young man blinked at the girl. He was certain he heard her saying something about a list. Was she being sarcastic? A certain movie he watched came to mind - about a group of people who found themselves working for an alien to defend the planet from other, hostile aliens. Six of them were new, but one was experienced. And he lied to them and inadvertedly caused their death, all to gain points in the 'good' alien's eyes.
He shuddered. This situation was more than just similar. None of them knew the rules except the shadow girl, and she did not seem too eager to share. Yes, he would have to be quick on his feet, in more ways than one, to survive. If anything could be learned from that movie, is that one needs to adapt quickly.
Turning away from Roxy, Ezekiel scanned the corridor with his eyes.
He shuddered. This situation was more than just similar. None of them knew the rules except the shadow girl, and she did not seem too eager to share. Yes, he would have to be quick on his feet, in more ways than one, to survive. If anything could be learned from that movie, is that one needs to adapt quickly.
Turning away from Roxy, Ezekiel scanned the corridor with his eyes.
I AM ALIIIIIIIIIVE
The four-eyes looked away from the teenager. He seemed lost in thought. If one takes the whole possible spectrum of anomalous people, one is bound to meet someone who does not want this new potential. But there was also the other end of the spectrum. He could finally understand the USF, or rather how terrified they were. It was less about finding a mutant who can't be gunned down, and more about what happens if the mutants integrate fully into society. Would normal people become class 2 citizens? Would someone with mind control or just a scary enough ability take over the authorities? Given this, should they really take in any abnormal they run across?
He looked at the group. Eh, it wasn't likely to find something worse than Edith anyway. Or Ryan.
But yes, home. This was a problem for all of them, wasn't it? In a few hours, tonorrow at best, the USF staff may notice he's gone. He absentmindedly put a hand in his pocket and removed a company mobile phone they've given him, looked at it for a moment, then handed it to Ryan. "Here. Smash this please."
He looked at the group. Eh, it wasn't likely to find something worse than Edith anyway. Or Ryan.
But yes, home. This was a problem for all of them, wasn't it? In a few hours, tonorrow at best, the USF staff may notice he's gone. He absentmindedly put a hand in his pocket and removed a company mobile phone they've given him, looked at it for a moment, then handed it to Ryan. "Here. Smash this please."
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