Rosetta
Survivalist
Zombie Hunting: Its not just a Sport...
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Post by Rosetta on Oct 7, 2009 20:53:52 GMT -5
Inigo saw the clown, and already had his blade re-extended. This madman was bad news, in every way that mattered. The Puppet Master, so to speak, and he had quite a few puppets. What made it worse was he apparently was cannibalistic in nature, considering the toys reactions and his bloody drool. Then he attacked, and it really hit the fan. The toys assembled some sort of assault mech, that promptly came after him, while the puppeteer went after Dark. No chance to go after the puppeteer, so he concentrated on the puppets. He brought up his sword, while throwing himself sideways and getting his sword nearly torn from his grip and his left coat side torn apart. He rolled forward and behind the mech, slashing at any nearby war toys before jumping on its back and tearing the back of its head plating open, and the fingers of his left hand extended in neural jacks, and he grimaced.
"My good jacket! Oh, this is going to be painful."
He spotted the control circuits and jacked in. And promptly cried out briefly in pain. The circuitry and the inner workings were perverted in nature, each toy almost screaming in the data streams to be freed, even if physically they were ready to kill in the name of the puppeteer. So he did what he though would work, cut the ties to the demented clown's commands and gave it the strong suggestion to go after the former master, as a sort of final revenge. Of course, if it didn't take, he could just tear out the cords and end it's ability to function beyond its head. The attempt took less then a second, moving as fast as the diluted data streams went.
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Post by Reaper on Oct 8, 2009 18:14:17 GMT -5
As the chainsaw came close to her head, she bent backward as the weapon went past her. Dark continued the bend completely around until she was back on her feet this time her halberd in hand. She brought it around to stand defensively, and looked the clown over. She moved forward as he brought his chainsaw around, and with a shift of her wrist brought her halberd around to block his weapon. She balanced on one foot kicking out and knocking the clown back a few feet. Shifting on her foot she brought her halberd around to strike him across the chest. "Hey Chop!" she called out as she shifted again for another attack. "What's the consequences of killing here?" she asked not taking her eyes off the crazed looking clown.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 15, 2009 22:23:54 GMT -5
I'm still in an inspirational dry spell. give me a few for days and then ill try posting again.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 23, 2009 20:51:57 GMT -5
Chop looked up. "In the junkyard, their are no rules. All is fair game." Laughing histerically the clowns rubber nose shot out and stuck right onto Darks forehead. Pulling out a remote the clown pressed a button and soon the sticky-bomb on her head began blinking and beeping. "Saves me the trouble of needing a fork and knife." He then revved the chainsaw. "Oh yeah, I forgot." Waving it around like a knumbchuck, he soon reached out to cut her at a vertical angle.
The mecha started shaking as soon as it was hacked. It began vibrating and pieces began falling off one by one. It wasn't until one single piece remained that it began running a counter virus and started attacking on a virtual level.
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"Looks like your getting sick of resting." Bishop said going to the side counter and cleaning things up a bit. "If you want we can run to the room and set some battle scenarios or we could do some one on one training. I promise to keep it slow until your back up and running. For some people it helps more to stay active then to sleep all day. I'm not sure what kinda person you are in that regard."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 23, 2009 21:04:29 GMT -5
Clarissa scowled at the last remark. "Is that an insult?" she asked, putting the letter away. She looked down at the cast on her leg and the bruising that trailed up to her thigh. "Yeah, I dunno about the training, but I wouldn't mind atleast seeing how the others are doing. I'm fine with my combat it's the damned Limit Break that's killing me. Literally..." she trailed off.
She was ready to get back up and into the action, but it kinda seemed like there was something else urging her to sit around and wait until she was fully recovered. She didn't wanna press her luck and go out there only to get trampled on because she wasn't 100%.
"I promise, boss, I'll get back on my feet soon. Just give me a chance to take a breather. This is the first in months that I've been able to relax. You can't recieve progress without a litte R&R."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 13, 2009 1:57:50 GMT -5
It was noon when Chop kicked open the door, the bar was bassically epty due to the fight. Over his shoulder was a sack full of metallic scrap which chattered as he walked in. "Why you in here? Shouldn't you be looking after the girl?" He asked curiously placing the bag down on the floor. Bishop looked up cleaning out a glass.
"She took off once she was better. Said she had some family issue to take care of. I told her to rest but she wouldn't listen." The moment Dark enter and shut the door he frowned. "Wheres the kid?" Chop shrugged.
"Lost him in the yard. Sepperated during a fight. We would have been back earlier but we were out looking for him. He must still be alive, we didn't find a body or anything like that." He then kicked the bag. "Got most of what you wanted. Came across some interesting characters to say the least. Slow day?" Bishop nodded.
"Crowd will come in in two houors after Siriccy wins. Best get that stuff in storage and dress fancy. It's going to take all of us together tonight to keep this place running tonight." Chop nodded, grabbed the bag and headed through the door into the machine shop. Bishop then looked up at Dark. "How are you doing? You arn't hurt or anything are you? If you are I can call in some outside help for the night."
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Post by Reaper on Dec 13, 2009 2:14:25 GMT -5
Dark looked at Bishop and shook her head. "Na- I walked out all the sourness while searching for . . . Uh- I forgot his name . . . anywise. I'm fine, probably sleep all day tomorrow though. I know I'll be working for my sleep," she said as she headed for the stairs. She made her way up to her room throwing all her equipment on the bed. Stretching her arms a bit, and then changing cloths. Walking back down the steps she stretched her arms again, before walking over to the bar.
"Chop was right about who was in the yard," she said as she leaned against it. "Man are there some crazy clowns in there," she said laughing slightly, and shaking her head. "Man that place is crazier then your bar." She climbed up on one of the stools, and spun around a bit before sitting still. "So anything planned for tonight in particular, or tomorrow?"
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 13, 2009 2:36:49 GMT -5
Suddenly deckman 10 perked up. "Tomarrow is my birthday." Bishop chuckled before placing a crate on the bartop and unpacking it.
"Well, as eventful as that is I'm sorry we didn't have anything special planned." The deckman then sunk.
"You didn't get me anything?" Bishop smiled looking at him.
"Did you get me something for my birthday?" The deckman was about to say something but then fell silent. "Well there you go." He then started to place the booze from the crates onto the back wall. "Well, tonight we have to do crowd control. I'm relying on you to take care of any riff raff....I'm sure you can handle it. If not I think I can still jump over the bar if I have to." He then stopped to think.
"Sleep in tomarrow. I've got some clients coming in that will need those parts we got. So I'm going to be busy for most of the day." He then bit his lip looking out the window before shielding his eye from the last sliver of light. "Your spar-mates are gone and your past working on dummies. At least the ones I have in storage." He then looked as Chop as he tiredly pushed through the doorway. "Chop will need to recharge and I don't have any bounties set for you." He then rapped his knuckle on the counter. "I could ask some friends if they could come in and take you on I guess....." He then continued to think as his hands worked seperatly.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 13, 2009 3:14:22 GMT -5
Dark taped her fingers on the counter as she thought about what to do. "You don't have to," she said lightly as she straightened up on the stool. "I'll just relax tomorrow," she said as she thought about it. She had to do a lot of thinking, and tomorrow would probably be the best day of any. Mostly for the fact her only chances of making it on a date with Bishop both flew the coop, and she was pretty sure that he thought it was because of her. She had even thought it was. She wasn't the best person with people, and she knew that a lot of people didn't like her.
She just had to figure out another way for him to consider that date with her. It was going to kill her in the mean time, because now her path to her goal wasn't there anymore. "Yeah I'll be passed out in my room if you need me for anything tomorrow, but for now crowd control I can do. Though I've seen you jump that bar several times in the past. Even when I had things under control," she said with a slight grin. "Still wanting some action I see," she said with a laugh.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 13, 2009 3:52:31 GMT -5
Bishop somewhat sighed hearing Dark concidering taking the day off. He had just lost two students and didn't want her to lose interest or fall behind. For some reason he thought her spark would have fueled her to seek out a way to continue forward. In the end he just chuckled. "Maybe. I may not hunt but no reason to go soft. I'll lose this place if I lose my edge." He then walked from behind the counter and began working the various tables. "Ankrin will be coming tonight. He doesn't think I know but he is a Booky for the fights. Chances are there may be one or two unruly characters showing up." Once reaching the table he stopped and pulled two blue cards from his pocket.
"This is his table. Always has been and always will be." He then showed Dark one of the cards. "These are from a trap deck." He then placed two of the cards on the ground. "They emmit a tazer charge when I trigger it. If someone near him bulks up I'll press the button to take them down and you do crowd control. More than likely I won't get them all and people will want to snatch his money box." He then walked toward the door to the training room, typed in the command and the door opened and he gestured her to follow him.
"I noticed you have no long ranged weapons so I'm going to lend you a non-lethal projectile for the night." After hitting a few buttons on the console the pillar dropped revealling his array of weaponry. After looking over the weapons he pulled out a pistol with a square metal box at the end. "It's a tangle gun. Pull the trigger and it releases an elastic band stung with nano-machines. Once the ball of fabric hits the target the bots dance causing the fabric to wrap around the victem. Just point and shoot." He said handing it to her. "I prefer you only use it OUTSIDE. Let's hope that if there is a problem it doesnt get that far." He then looked at the way she was holding the fire-arm and frowned.
"Okay, you need practice." Looking out the door he yelled at the deckman. "Take the bar for a few minutes." Upon returening he hit a few butons turning on the lights. Pressing a few more some dummies popped up as he reached over and pulled out a pistol and handed it to her. "Some quick practice before you fire that thing out in the open. Use this though."
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Post by Reaper on Dec 13, 2009 4:59:55 GMT -5
Dark held the weapoin out aiming at the targets. She seen them in her sites, and then thought twice. She hesitated as she thought about her moves. She wanted to be close to him, but with her present situation having a road block. She had thought of another way. Tilting the weapon slightly as she fired at the target completly missing it. The second round hitting the arm, and the third going far wide. She lowered the weapoin and sighed heavily. "Okay what am I doing wrong," she said as she held it up. Turning to look at Bishop for advice. Though she had never realized how much of a lousy shooter she could be when she tried.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 13, 2009 19:21:13 GMT -5
Bishop ducked down as he heard a ricochete and soon heard something he didn't like. With one swift movement his mechanical arm shot out in front of Dark's cheek just in time to hear a metallic 'ping'. With gritted teeth he rotated his wrist revealing a smoking slug in his palm. "-Sigh- Okay...maybe we need some work." Putting the slug between his fingers he charged the nanites in his arm, snapped his finger and the slug shot out hitting one of the dummies in the head splitting it in half. "Um....You can try that one another day."
Without thinking and chuckling to himself he positioned himself behind Dark like he had with plenty other students. He started by cicking her feet into the proper place. "You need a good base or you'll not have controll over the gun. Anyone can pull a trigger but you need to controll the gun and yourself, not the bullet." He then wrapped his arms around and guided her hands into the proper place before there was an uncomfortable silence and he realised what was happening.
"Um....okay." He said trying to clear his head. "Your putting to much tension on your trigger finger. The trigger is set to fire with just a touch. You need to put most of the control on your thumb and back wrist to control the recoil." A bit of sweat ran down the side of this forehead as he used he moved his thumb over her skin to tense the right muscles. "Ah...right. Your other hand is used to aim the gun, not your right hand." He then moved the gun to face another target and then waited.....and waited some more. "This is where you shoot the gun again."
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Post by Reaper on Dec 13, 2009 19:41:23 GMT -5
Dark blushed with Bishop moved behind her. Her mind wandering to other places when he was talking. All she was caring about was how close he was to her. The feel of his body against hers, and his hands touching her own. She smiled lightly at the feeling . . . it was rather comfortable being this close to him. It wasn't until he told her to fire the gun that she snapped back to reality. She fired the weapon allowing her wrist to pull slightly to the left causing the bullet to just graze the arm of the dummy. She sighed a bit and shook her head. "Okay," she said to herself.
She had to make this little moment last as long as she could, but the thing was she couldn't let it last to long. They both had things that needed to be done. Mostly they had to protect his bar from getting trashed from those who got to out of hand. She adjusted herself firing again, but this time the gun pulled to the right a bit more than she wanted. "I'm doing something wrong," she said looking back to him slightly. "What am I doing wrong?" she asked with a slight plea. She wanted to stay like this longer, she just wanted that date with him. An to maybe be seen as something more than just a child or a hunter in his eyes.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jan 9, 2010 2:30:08 GMT -5
When Dark looked up at him he got a bit red. "Um, yeah...well you're getting better." He managed to stammer. He wasn't sure what was going on, Dark was a good fighter, she might not know much about fire-arms but she was a quick-learner. Perhaps she was stringing him along, However his mind was swimming and all he could do was play cool. Shaking it off he focused back on the target. "Try consentrating more on your breathing. Shoot after you exhail and aim slightly lower than your crosshairs. That should help out some. We're not trying to make you a sniper after all, I just don't want anyone innocent getting hurt. His request may have been simple but it might be out of control of Dark, He could tell she was breathing hard as his eyes wandered again. Closing his eyes and remembering who he was once more he regained his composure. "Alright, now try it again."
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Post by Reaper on Jan 9, 2010 20:38:02 GMT -5
Dark was breathing heavy with Marcus' arms around her. His chest pressed against her back she could just barley feel his beating heart, and it was making her own beat faster. She aimed the gun, but then lowered it as she thought. Time for him to open the bar was comming soon, and she really couldn't hold him to long. They both needed to be out there incase something happened. She raised the gun again taking aim, but remembering that she had to be off on her aim. She inhaled and held her breath as she aimed, when she exhaled she fired the gun the bullet hitting the shoulder of the target. She looked back at him and grinned. "I hit it," she said as she stepped away from him.
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