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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 2:28 pm
((*sigh*))
*Mark mutter a swear. He hadn't registered what weapon did the Mafia have. He never got into the closely-ness of being informed much about what Oxy or Crim or any of the other members planned and did. He was just extra baggage.* What weapon are you talking about? *Mark dared not move. He may have senses like a wolf and quite the speed but it wasn't enough for a shotgun and especially not at that range.*
*Mike continued to drag himself away. He noticed someone heading back to a vehicle, taking out what seemed like another weapon cept more of something he would know about. He knew he was dead for sure. So much for what he had hoped this job would do to help him track that Maxwell person. Mike changed the clips of his guns before continuing to drag himself away from the figure. Could he act dead and be ignored? He was getting dizzy from the blood loss.*
((yup... didnt know what the EVA was exactly sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 2:43 pm
Dev finding what he wanted rushed to the garage. It would provide the cover needed and it would allow him easy access to the armory if needed. He kneeled by the left wall setting up the SRAW. He mossied along the wall until he could spot the Azier.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 4:16 pm
OoC One does not climb out of the EVA. Tika just took it back to the truck so he could get his SMG.
And I dunno, Mark might be able to escape the majority of the shotgun blast and pop off a few shots of his own with wolf agility. "Dev. Did we get anything from the heist bigger than my EVA?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 12:47 pm
[[ stare Post number three...and I love sensless violence, but I hate idiot posters.]]
Cody aimed the DUMMWAPs anti-air cannons at the first turret and opened fire, pounding the minigun with [flak?] rounds. The plasma turret fired on the next turret in range, causing considerable damage. Cody grinned, loving this tank more every second he drove it.
Maelthra fainlly made it to the armoury, and saw the sign out sheet.
/I don't think this is nessisairy.../
Grabbing an assualt rifle and 4 grenades he kept searching for the rocket launcher that he prayed was there.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 1:09 pm
((Sorry, posted that in school, so I just scanned the last posts. It's gone.))
Jimmy saw the flash of light as the turret shifted to fire at him. He lept off the back onto the top of the driver's area and lept off. He landed in a roll, bringing himself to his feet and dashing towards the front door of the mansion. He veered to the left, sprinting towards the garage.
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Shawn heard the gunshots and weapons and immediatly glanced out a kitchen window. He saw the tank pulling in and the parked transport, as well as the smashed turrets in a second. Concentrating, he brought his Barrett M99-1 Sniper Rifle out from his room and dashed halfway up teh stairs to meet it. He returned to teh kitchen, smashed the window in, and began hunting for a target, placing his rifle down carefully.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 4:07 pm
((Even though there was one turret left... lol... ))
*Mike noticed action coming from the DummWap. He made an effort to stand, he stumbled and began to make a limpish dash to the tank. Mike was seriously wishing the GMC had some walkie talkies. Mike made his way towards the tank, watching as the final live turret had drifted from shooting at Jimmy. He swore out loud and made it behind the tank for cover as the turret began to fire at the front of the tank.*
((and Oxy i can't do anything with Mark till Tom answer's his question or does some sort of action...))
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 4:42 pm
Tom snorted.
"You mean you haven't noticed any small fighter ships around the place? Your leader must be good if he managed to hide it from his own people. Sneaky too. Probably not trustworthy."
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 5:00 pm
*Mark let out a small laugh.* Untrustworthy is right. I'm only here... well i'm not even sure why I got accepted in the first place. But I guess we're on the same page when it comes to my boss... then again, you can say I'm not trust worthy either. *Mark's face fixed up into a glare and lowered his aim to the man's arms. Firing as he pulled his legs, thighs pressing up to his chest and pulling/jumping up from the floor. All in a rather quick movement and within the time he had fired*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 5:33 pm
(( Mark has a handgun, yes? ))
The bullet lodged itself firmly into Tom's right arm, which was controlling the trigger. The reflex as the muscles jerked from being hit caused the trigger to be depressed, but the shotgun had already swivelled well away from Mark, the shower of lead pellets crashing into the wall instead as Tom stumbled backwards, out of the doors and lost his footing at the three small steps, falling backwards onto the drive beneath.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 5:50 pm
((Two actually.. but let's just leave it as the second bullet hit a wall or something ninja ))
*Mark watched this, but hadn't made the attempt of jumping to a side from whence the shotgun was fired. He blinked as he realized he wasn't blow to bits, and watched as Tom fell back. Mark smirked and stepped to the front door, relieving Tom of his shotgun with his telekenisis. A slight blue glow surrouding the shot gun and slipping from Tom's hold and float away from him.* Forget to mention to "Watch your step."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2004 11:36 am
(( A little godmodey there, but I would've allowed it anyway >> ))
Tom gave a little groan as the gun was taken from his hands. He had no way to counter a telekinetic influence. He settled for merely, laying where he was with his hands under his head. With any luck he wouldn't be shot for this surrendering gesture.
(( Well ********... Really should have given him some guns. ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2004 3:54 pm
(( sweatdrop ))
*Mark didn't care about the gesture. He just wasn't sure what to do with the guy. Mark kept his aim with his right gun at Tom's head, as he holstered his left gun. He looked towards the Azier and the DummWap. Mark decided to report to Oxy, mentally.*
Um.. Tika, I detained one of the intruders. Got any ideas what to do with him?
((Well it's your fault for sending him unarmed.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:56 am
"Sorry Oxy I really haven't had a chance to look through it all, I started on the small easy to classify stuff first. I'm sure there's a particle cannon in there some where."
Dev stepped out SRAW ready, spotting Jimmy he cursed. That little punk had gotten away with two much already. Aiming carefully Dev launched the SRAW at the Azier hoping that the weapon would allow some decent penetration. (( xp )) The Missile lept from the SRAW heading quickly towards the Dummwap's treads. Dev threw the spent casing away, quickly drawing "Shanti" and "Margo" while manuevering into the garage.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 1:04 pm
Jimmy saw the projectile be fired towards the Azier, and immediatly knew his next destination. Not knowing there were two men there, one of them a cybernetically enhanced human, the other a being from another dimension, he dashed towards them, raising his arms carefully to keep his weapons aimed at the general location, and his shields roughly in front of his chest and face. He also kept his speed and pattern inconsistent, to trouble any fire at him.
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Shawn was still waiting for a target to emerge when he spotted a man dashing roughly towards the garage. he took aim carefully, but knew this man was no rookie to invasions. His movements were random, his speed varying. He was a nearly impossible target to hit. Growling, Shawn decided he would head out into the open grounds. He carried his rifle as far as the common room, tossed it on a couch, and unholstered his Hk UCP. He opened the front doors and slid through slowly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2004 2:43 pm
(( This is actually getting good now. ))
Tika registered the telepathic message, sending back another.
Yeah, I can feel your presence. If you stand around by the front doors you'll just end up being shot. I suggest you lift him inside with telekinesis if he has no defences against it.
He turned to Dev, a twinkle in his eye. "Particle cannon eh? Shouldn't be too hard to find. Thanks." With that, he disappeared, having sifted away into the mansion.
(( I've been thinking that perhaps we could start to have our characters teach other 'magic' abilities, if you all don't feel it would sort of betray your character design.
I wouldn't mind letting you all learn how to sift, it's not fair that my character can get around the runes. ))
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