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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:37 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: he's here... >_>;
Vincent followed George and Melia silently. He'd had major qualms with leaving the ladies unattended, and was now irritated with himself for having done nothing about it. He knew, of course, that there was nothing he could have done -- from what little he'd learned of the two lady's personalities the night before, they probably would have turned down an escort. Either way, this internal conflict was overpowered by a more pressing issue: some cowardly fools shamelessly attacked a pair of women who had been enjoying a picnic -- a Picnic! The young man only wished he'd brought another pistol with him. OOC: bleah... he really wouldn't have been doing much, but still |
Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Arkus was enjoying the current situtation he had set up. His hostages were set away in the dungeon, and, even if they found a way to sneak out, they'd only get as far as the barracks room which housed his prison guards. In the meantime, he had a large force of his bandits perched on the cliff face, hidden by some clever camoflague. It was just a matter of time before the woman's friends - powerful friends, he had no doubt - came to their rescue. He walked to his observation point, a small hole in the sheer rock face of the cliff and turned his spyglass through it. He had heard the alert sounding, and had subsequently heard the "rescuers." He stared through the telescope for a few moments longer, incredulous.
"Mythic..." he muttered under his breath. "I've drawn some powerful opponents indeed..." With that, he rapped on a small wooden box next to the window, sending a hollow clack throughout the base and the secret sniping points on the cliff face. In a moment, 8 crack snipers threw back the cloths that made them appear as stones on the cliff ledges and opened fire on the intruders. *** Down at the prison barracks, the guards sat watching the door down to the cells, at the same time playing a round or two of poker. The chief had said to not underestimate those two, no matter what, and to disobey meant certain death. Even so, when they heard the shriek, they couldn't help but snigger. "Poor 'ittle Princess, afraid of the rats!" one sneered, throwing down a twenty cent marker, raising the pot. "I don't knows what Boss is so worried about..." another muttered. They went back to playing their game, with the exception of one, a wiry little pickpocket known only as Shadowhand, because if even if both his hands were in plain sight, his shadow would be taking your wallet, stood in the corner out of direct view of the door. He took the orders of the Ghost seriously, all the time. It's why he was still alive after 16 years with the band. OOC:yay |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 4:31 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme "What's the matter Vincent? You seem a littl-" Wes was then interrupted by rapid gunfire. He couldn't tell where exactly the shots were coming from, but he knew he would need cover quickly. From his sitting position upon the moving horse, Wes stood and leaped from it behind a small ridge of rocks and stones. It was a rough landing considering he landed on his side pretty hard, but that didn't matter now. Brandishing two of trusty revolvers, Wes rolled over and looked up the side of the cliff he was on. He could see one of the various snipers, but knew his weapons wouldn't be able to reach him. 'That was quite a surprise. Now they're going to pay.'
Wes jumped to his feet again quickly and scurried up the rockwall as fast as he could. Upon reaching the top of this cliffwall, he ducked behind another stone as three shots were thrown at him. He was closer to the sniper now, and with the Devil's luck, the enemy wasn't looking. 'Maybe I can sneak up on him and get that rifle he's got.' He thought as he crawled towards him. As soon as he was in range, Wes raised his hand and let a shot ring from his weapon. The bullet soared through the air, only to rip into the man's sidee; penetrating his lung and causing a mass amount of internal bleeding. The sniper keeled over on his side, and Wes ran to him as fast as he could. Once he reached the sniper, Wes felt a piercing pain tear through his shoulder. The sniper (even in his condition) rolled over and stuck Wes in the shoulder with the bayonet that was attached to his rifle. It didn't take long for Wes' blood to spill down the blade's surface. "Clever..." He groaned, then twirled his gun in his hand so that he held the barrel. Wes leaned down closer to the foe, causing the blade to slide deeper through his shoulder, then pistol-whipped the man in the face twice. With another twirl, Wes then pulled the hammer back with his thumb, and exterminated the man with a point blank shot to the head. Messy was the result. OOC:... I'm just gonna stop there for now >.>; |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 1:11 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme George, Mythic, and Melia stopped their horses, hiding them and themselves behind a rock outcropping where they could shoot at the snipers.
George tossed his pistol to Melia. He knew that she would make better use of it, as that was her specialty. As for himself, he got out his rifle. Aiming as he had been taught in the Army, he fired once. A hit! Shoulder, it looked like. He reloaded and fired again at the same guy, hitting the other shoulder. This time, he stayed down. Melia opened fire on the others, taking out one in no time. Mythic called to them, "I've got Semyazza in my saddlebags if we need it. Just give me fair warning--I need a little time to put it together." George and Melia took turns firing and ducking. Aria soon arrived, laying low with Jesus and the still-sleeping Dani. She whispered to Mythic. "So what's the plan?" "Shoot the snipers, run in, get the women, run out," Mythic said. Aria's mouth turned up in a devious smile. Mythic laughed. "What are you thinking?" "I still have more explosives. How about some sweet revenge?" "Ohoho, nice. If you get the chance, do it." Mythic rubbed his hands together in anxious anticipation of payback. They've caused so much damage to our bases, and then simply dissapeared. Right from under the Erasers' noses, even! No wonder they call him the Ghost! OOC:Arkus has destroyed, stolen. etc. thousands of dollars of MYTHIC property, no wonder Jim's pissed!
Arkus is a mastermind, apparently, and has figured out the *only* way to successfully keep the Erasers off his trail D': (or at least, I figured I'd make him awesome like that) |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:06 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Wes grabbed hold of the rifle's barrel that had him impaled with one hand, and undid the latching of the bayonet with the other. Leaving the knife in his shoulder, Wes took aim with the rifle, with his good eye, at a standing sniper. If he were to remove the knife, he'd lose more blood, it'd be better this way. The sniper was leaning over the ridge and was about to shoot at Melia, but Wes let a shot tear into the man's stomach. The enemy instantly dropped his rifle, grasped his gut, and fell over the cliff with a fatal landing.
"You owe me one, lady!!" Wes shouted sarcastically at Melia, being nitpicky about her comment of her not being a lady to Wes. Soon though Wes had to roll over as more gunfire came at his loud self. 'Lovely...' He thought to himself as he rested his shoulder against his cover; a large stone. |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:33 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme “I wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly good hair pin trying to pick it, anyway,” Jean Louise sat close to her friend, still weary of the rodent roommates, and put the pin back into her hair. She listened to Violet’s idea and then clapped excitedly.
“Oo! I wanna hit him, too!” she said wuth much enthusiasm. It was, after all, her specialty. “However, first we need to give them a reason to check up on us,” she said, tapping her chin as she reviewed prior experiences with bandits. These did seem a bit more organized compared to what she was used to, but they were still men, and therefore still easily manipulated and fooled by defenseless damsels in distress. “Now, what are our assets? Intelligence, obviously… Umm… hygiene, of course, good looks… rocks… rats… more rats… Oh! and hair pins.” Jean Louise looked incredibly thoughtful, which would have stunned many of her acquaintances due to the fact that she usually dove in head first with her eyes closed and her smile wide. “Well, the screaming hasn’t gotten their attention. If it did, they didn’t care. I bet the guards are gambling, drinking, or boasting about how manly they are… most likely all three. There are two more assets, we’re sober... for the most part, and they have no idea that we’re not attached to the wall anymore. Hmmm… what to do…” she clung her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees and half closed her eyes and began to hum a tune absent-mindedly. |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Violet rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I wonder how long it'll take them to remedy that little fact when they do find out." She shook her head. "We'd better get them in here and do whatever it is we have to do, before they decide to drop in on their own and catch us off guard."
She cocked her head to one side. "Y'know, we haven't even got anything to knock them out with. I have my gun, but shooting them's gonna attrack the attention of the whole blasted group." She paused. "Unless you were planning to poke their eyes out with those pins of yours. Worth a try, I guess." |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:26 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme "It's not that hard to knock someone out," Jean Louise said off-handedly. Then, realizing what she said sounded weird, she added, "There are plenty of rocks around." She squirmed as she felt a rat scuttle by her.
"We just need to get them down here... some how," Jean Louise said. She thought for a moment. "Hmmm... well I suppose we could say the rats wre killing us... or we could be real quiet and they'd think we're up to something and someone would come down. Oh wait we're alredy doing that... or I could try singing to lure them to their deaths like a siren, or you could come up with an idea..." |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:49 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Melia reloaded her pistols and took out the guy shooting at Wes with a shot to the head. "We're even now, bastard," she called, as she ducked to avoid another stream of bullets.
George looked up at Wes, and knew his injuries would be fatal if he didn't get to him soon. He ran to Jesus' saddlebags and packed his pants and jacket pockets with everything he thought he'd need. He then said to Melia, "Cover me." He ran out into the open, and up the slope to Wes. "Hey," Melia shouted too late. "...Aw, shit, he's gone." She covered him the best she could as he ran. Finally, he reached the rock Wes was hiding behind. Melia sighed with relief. George studied his wound. "Y'didn't pull out the knife? Not as stupid as y'look!" He sighed. "We sh'd take care of this after we get the rest of these guys offa the rock." He loaded his rifle, and went for the last couple guys. OOC:I figure their numbers should be dwindling by now o__o; |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 9:35 am | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme Wes looked over at George with nothing but a crazed smile upon his face. The sensation of battle drove him to madness, almost like the berserkers of old. "Stupid? Ha!" Wes said aloud, "Kill first, recover later." Wes then rolled around and let another shot fly from his rifle and missed, but it startled the enemy and caused him to fall over on his side. Wes quickly dropped the rifle and grabbed two of his revolvers and let out a barrage of bullets; pelting the enemy with half a dozen shots.
"Son of a bitch..." Wes mumbled to himself, then proceeded to grab the handle of the blade in his shoulder. "That should be all of them, I believe." Wes then pulled the crimson laden weapon out from his shoulder. "Ready whenever you are, doc." He said, his smile unaltered. OOC: I'm the Juggernaut BITCH!! ..... .Not really >.>; |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 12:54 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Violet shrugged. "Or we could just pull the miserable, weak, damsels in distress card. Maybe they'll take some time out of whatever they're doing to come laugh at us."
She was beginning to think it might just be easier to wait and see what happened. The only possibility that seemed truly scary at the moment was death; anything else was nothing new. But I don't want to die, she thought as she stood up and walked to the locked door. Yes, the lock would be heavy, probably too heavy to pick even if they could reach it. Violet kicked another rat away from her ankles and felt a vague sense of satisfaction when she heard the thud as it hit the wall. Damn things. She turned back to Jean Louise. "Start throwing rats at the walls or something," she said. "Either they'll hear it and come see what's going on, or it'll keep us occupied until we can think of something else." OOC:... -_-;; This is me with no ideas. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:08 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Blood began to blurp out of Wes' wound. "Pretty nasty one y've got there, Wes," George said, "But not that bad. I seen worse durin' my stint in the Army." He took out a jar of what looked like powdered, yellowish tea, and packed it in and around his wound. "Styptic," he explained. "Sh'd help ya clot."
He then took out a roll of bandages, and wound it over the wound, under Wes' armpit, and then back over the wound again, fixing it with a small metal tab at the end. "Sh'd do ya fer now. Pro'bly need to change it later, tho'." OOC:I'll have to ask mom if that's how you really deal with a knife wound D:
But I think what I said is vague enough to be right And I remember that styptic is a yellow powder and helps to stop bleeding And so. :U |
| Odakira Joined: 9 Jul 2005 Posts: 412 | Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 9:15 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Odakira: This theme, Any theme "I think I'll call ya' Doc from now on, Doc." Wes said with a chuckle, "As for pain, I've had worse." With this being said, Wes gestured to the silvery eye that sat in his right socket and stood up. He gave quick glance around and saw there was no one left. "That's all of 'em."
Wes made his way to where Melia was while he began to reload his guns. When he looked about, he didn't catch sight of Vincent anywhere. "Wonder where the little bloke ran off to?" He said to himself. As he reached Melia, he gave her a friendly pat on the back and laughed, "Aha! Nice shootin' lady, can I call ya' a lady now?" Holstering his loaded weaponry, Wes stretched and rotated his injured arm; getting used to the bandage that was now bound to it. "Hey Boss! Aria! You two okay?" Wes called out to them loudly. He wasn't too worried about any reinforcements coming along too quickly. After all, these snipers they had just encountered were far from the group's destination. 'I'm sure they would have heard the gunfire and made their way here by now if the camp is close.' He thought to himself as he awaited a response. OOC: No worries, I don't know much about dressing knife wounds either. :(
George: It's sulfur! Helps stop the bleeding!! Wes: It's wha--OOWWWWW!!! AGGGHH!!!! DX |
| Asai Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 638 | Arkus was not pleased. His snipers hadn't done the damage he'd wanted them to do. Were any still alive, they would soon wish otherwise. He knocked on the wooden box six times - once, pause, thrice, pause, twice. His men began to filter in to block of the only entrance to the base, one which the "heroes" still had to find. Arkus quickly regained his happy demeanor, reminding himself that sooner or later, all of them, even Mythic, would be dead.
*** Thump. Thump. Squeak. Thump-thump. Hiss. Thump. To the men outside the door, laughing, gambling, and making a small ruckus, these noises were dismissed, if they were even heard. However, Shadowhand did notice them, and moved towards the door. He didn't open it, but he sat right down next to it and put his ear to the door and listened very carefully... |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:25 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Jean Louise reluctantly began throwing or kicking the rats against the wall with Violet. She hated touching the disgusting creatures, but she soon found that rats were not as scary as they first were. That didn't make her any less comfortable, but she didn't nearly scream as much.
She sighed as she listened to another thump-squeak. I'm too pretty to die, she reasoned. So what other option's left for me? I most certainly will not be kept in this hole. I will simply demand to see the leader, or whoever's in charge, and explain our situation. I'm sure he'll see it's all a big misunderstanding and he'll let us go. She smiled to herself, but it quickly faded. Or he'll laugh in my face like the uncultured boar he is and I'll slap him and get into more trouble than he's worth. "Oo! Violet, I have an idea!" she grabbed her friend's arm excitedly. "Using mainly spoons, we'll dig an intricate tunnel down through the floor and the steadily dig our way up toward the surface." As a second thought she quickly added, "Of course when I say we, I mean you. So what do you think? Great plan, hm?" |
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