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Post by Niccolo on Apr 29, 2005 20:05:53 GMT -5
(no, we don't)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 30, 2005 0:21:37 GMT -5
Quinn sniffed at the air, his senses picked up something... new. He could tell the three others were with him through his new olfactory prowess, but he could also smell a new body - living. Wandering up to one of the newly opened cell doors, The wolfman peered in. He saw a man with a bat-like wing lying on the ground. Its scent seemed... familier somehow. It may have been one of the men from the store. "Who are you? Did they change you as well?"
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 30, 2005 0:38:15 GMT -5
Kevin turned his new altered bat head slightly, and squinted at Quinn in a vain attempt to see him. "Hi Quinn." Said Kevin in a monotonous squeak.. "It's me, Kevin from the store. Yeah, they turned me into a bat. Didn't do a good job, so now they're gonna kill me. I don't feel much like being alive right now anyway, so just go ahead without me. Get outta here while y'all have the chance. Blah blah blah. Good luck."
With that, Kevin returned his feeble gaze to the floor, indicating that he would speak no more on the subject.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 30, 2005 0:45:57 GMT -5
"I think they messed us all up... I don't know about you, but I'm not going to rest until every last one of them has payed for what they have done!" His snarl faded away into a whimper as he tried controlling his rage. This is pathetic, Quinn, I thought you had more control than this. You're just nothing but a failure. "Shut up!" The wolf man put his hands to his ears to try to stop the voice. His claws dug into his face as he desperately tried to contain himself. Finally, the feeling passed, and Quinn looked once more at the bat-creature. "I'm taking you with us, whether you want to or not. We're gonna need all the help we can get." Crouching down on his long legs, quinn scooped up the much smaller creature with ease, holding his like a baby in his arms. Turning back to the others, he posed a question that had been nagging at him for some time: "What do we do now?"
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 30, 2005 7:41:56 GMT -5
The bear moreaus was the tallest of them all. Stepping into the middle of all the other prisoners, Vincent looked down at them, as they all looked around the room. Vincent realized that maybe he was a little too tall, and that the only person close to being as tall as him was Quinn. It had been a full two minutes since Vincent had entered the center of their circle, and there was complete silence, as Vincent tried to figure out what to say. Trying to speak calmly, Vincent said, "Well, we have two options. One, we can leave and never come back. We can live in the wilderness, seeing as how nobody will ever accept us into society again. Two, we can go through this building, as high as it goes, until we reach the top, and I assume that the man in charge will be there. We can "persuade" him, if you will, to change us back to our normal selves, if that is even possible. Victor, what do you think?"
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 30, 2005 11:53:48 GMT -5
"I don't care," said Kevin. "Quinn, just put me down so I can die. I can't even see, so how could I be of any help to the rest of you? It would be better if you went without me."
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 30, 2005 13:48:32 GMT -5
(this is a one floor building)
Ignoring Kevin's self-hating wimperings, he turned to Vincent.
"I say we get out of here, find those who did this, and get even. The only problem is our lack of wea..."
Victor's voice trailed off as he spotted a door with the words "027- Armory" printed above it. Moving over to the door, he found that it was locked, and used his new 9mm to solve that hinderance. The steel door slowly swung open, revealing a small room, guns and ammo covering the walls. M4s, PSG-1s, M249s, P90s and MGL-1s (assult rife, sniper rifle, LMG, SMG, and Grenade launchers, respectively) went from celing to floor, along with small green boxes of every caliber imaginable. Vicor's eyes then drifted to a row of lockers, opening one, he found they contained about a dozen suits of kevlar. He let out a low whistle.
"Kid in a candy store." He said misceviously as he eyed the firearms.
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 30, 2005 14:02:43 GMT -5
Looking around, Vincent noticed he was eyeing the grenade launcher, and then he stepped back, thinking that he should let someone else take that privilege. Looking around him, however, he realized that he was now the tallest and the strongest, and would be able to handle the weapon with ease. Picking up a utility belt, he loaded the launcher and the belt with ammo, as he thought to himself about how much he felt like Neo from the matrix in the end of the first movie. Then he reminded himself that he could not, in fact, stop bullets. Looking about the room, he scanned it for more possible items that could be of use to him. Reaching for an army-sized backpack, he loaded it completely full with ammo, rifles, and the like. Throwing the 100 pound pack on his shoulders felt like pushing a feather.
This will be fun
Reaching for another assault rifle to pack away, Vincent found a small switch in the wall. "For use in enemy breach." "HELLS YES!" yelled Vincent as he pulled the switch.
A door in the corner with no handle began to open, and revealed a shelf full of shotguns and grenades, everything a growing boy needs.
((Tell me if I can't do that))
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 30, 2005 14:30:30 GMT -5
(we'll just say those were there initially. Also, there is more than one of each weapon.)
Victor picked up one of the PSG-1s, as he removed it from the rack, he found out that the operation, while making him more agile, observant, and dextirous, had serverely reduced his build and physical strenghth. He nearly dropped the gun on his toes due to it's unexpected weight, but managed to recover and rest it on his shoulder. He then truly became thankful that the thing had a bipod on the barrel. He set the sniper rifle in a corner, and filled a backpack with two boxes each of 7.62mm and .44 cal ammo. Taking off his coat and shirt, he strapped on a kevlar torso plate, then put his clothes back on, his trenchcoat concealing it perfectly. Donning his hat, backpack, and rifle, he tossed aside the tiny Glock and waited outside the room for the other moreaus. Then he heard something coming from the dead guards' radios.
"Why are you late with your report? Hello? Are you okay? Hello?..... All units, intruder breach at facility T-501! Deploy immediatley. Capture or kill all fugitives."
Victor turned to the others. "Hurry it up, I think we're gonna be havin' company soon."
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 30, 2005 14:33:07 GMT -5
"Good," said Kevin. "This will be most entertaining. We are all gonna die."
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 30, 2005 14:49:38 GMT -5
Picking up two pistols and their double holster from the dead guard, Vincent adjusted the strap to make it larger, and strapped on the pistols, just in case. Strapping the grenade launcher to his back, he looked around for more goodies. He decided on a military shotgun, tons of ammo, and two hand grenades, should the occasion present itself that he would need them. He picked up a kevlar body plate, as Victor had just done, and, noticed that it would obviously not work. Looking about, Vincent spotted a roll of duct tape in the area with the grenades.
Sweeet
Feeling lucky as ever, Vincent picked up the roll, and ripped a decent sized piece off and taped two vests together, so that one covered his back, and the other, his front.
The eight-foot giant kneeled to examine the dead guard once more, and picked up the radio. Realizing that his claws were too sharp to operate the radio, he handed it to Victor. "Take this, or give it to someone. It will come in handy" Then, Vincent watched as everyone else got their gear ready
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 30, 2005 14:53:30 GMT -5
Kevin squinted around, and crawled off to the side and sat up against the wall, so as to be out of the way when the guards arrived.
((are we in the hallway or in the armory?))
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 30, 2005 14:55:12 GMT -5
(both. Hey....this is the longest rp so far...cool)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 30, 2005 22:17:30 GMT -5
(Okay, one thing jiub, never -NEVER- tell us what our characters think. Ever. Its a big no no. Quinn isnt scared of anything. He ripped apart his attackers, he isnt afraid of something one foot taller than him. That's right, Quinn was nearly 7 feet before the change, and is now a little over. You are not three feet taller than Quinn. I'm nearly certain I posted that before. If not, I'll do it again now.)
Quinn padded along with the group, eying the guns in the room. Noting them with indifference, the large wolfman crouched down, pondering to himself. His human eye seemed to glaze over again, though his wolf's orb was constantly vigilant. In his new body, he hated waiting, and that was the only thing that seemed to be happening. Beginning to pace about, Quinn began to think out loud, his soft tone contrasting his seven foot body. "Why would they do this to us? What do they have to gain?" His wide feet claws scraped the ground slightly as he moved, nervously, "I don't like this... Stop thinking that way, the only way to go is forward, the only thing you can do is go a head. It isn't that easy Canis!" Quinn stopped pacing as his voice trailed off. He had been talking to himself again. Hunkering down on his legs once more, Quinn's new ears picked up a faint scuffling noise, and the sounds of loading guns. "I think they are almost here..."
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Post by Umbrafire on May 1, 2005 9:54:27 GMT -5
(my deepest apologies, everyone, if you look, it was very early in the morning when I wrote that and I obviously wasn't thinking straight. I think I fixed it, but anyone tell me if I post something wrong, k?)
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