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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 27, 2015 2:21:03 GMT -8
Marshall scratched his head in confusion, then went back to eyeballing his gun.
Marshall- *thinks oh yeah, ready for action*
Meanwhile, Erel managed to get a hand on his gun, but was still too off balance / on the floor to use it yet.
One fleeing from Erel- "You have seven days!" She scurried straight for the window!
Meanwhile, Eric's shots were very successful. He blasted her off the wall and as bounced off the bed he blasted her again.
One being killed by Eric- "NOOO--" *SPLUTT* *EXTRA SPLUTT* She was a pile of hamburger with random human bits.
Meanwhile, Holly, Tim, and freshly arrived Mason watched this unfold:
One behind Eric on the ceiling, Tim's warning falling on deaf Eric ears- "I WILL KILL HIM!"
Eric flies end over end in the grips of a fresh telekinetic attack, bumping into the edge of the bed with his shotgun and blasting his own left leg full force! He landed next to Erel's former attacker, his leg only still attached by a shiny length of femur, blood still waiting a horrible shocked moment before it will erupt and end his life. He had no weapon and only a moment to even think before he would be gone.
Meanwhile, Mason had the shot and the moment. But he was being a bit silly and tried to use both guns at once. The one in his right hand jerked with the kick and fell to the floor, having hit nothing. His wrist was sprained. The one in his left hand coincidentally was braced enough on his shoulder to at least get in a glancing shot, with only minimal kick damage to himself.
The last psi-baby flew off the ceiling, landing on the floor at Eric's feet.
Last one, bleeding from her dark clothes in multiple places- "Where the fear has gone there will be *wheeze* nothing. Only I will remain."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 27, 2015 5:31:11 GMT -8
Erel- Instead of deciding to attack, he takes off his belt and tries to attach a tourniquet to Eric's leg. He hated the part in movies where people just watched!
He was a medical professional after all. "Hang on!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 27, 2015 9:42:03 GMT -8
Emilio rolled forward and grasped the dying child around her throat with both hands, squeezing... squeezing...Emilio- “I knew it! I knew it! Born in a hotel room and, goddamn it, dying in a hotel room.” ***Bright red arterial blood pumped freely from his severed limb, making a mess of Erel's attempts at first aid. He let out a sputtering gasp then slumped forward, his hands still clenched tightly. So tightly.
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Post by Trinity on Dec 28, 2015 19:03:35 GMT -8
The pain in Mason's wrist was pushed to the back of his mind, he was more concerned with Eric choking the life out of toddler. He was tempted to take the shot with the kid on the ground, but feared he would get Eric in the process. Instead, he quickly hobbled over and proceeded to help Erel tie the tourniquet.Mason- "Hang in there, man!"
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Post by DKender on Dec 29, 2015 16:22:40 GMT -8
Timothy held up his shotgun, mentally jumping between the options "shoot" and "don't shoot" and "so that's what a human's inner leg looks like". "Squeeze tight! TIGHT!" Good advice for tourniquets and strangulation.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 30, 2015 16:15:57 GMT -8
Marshall came into the room, gun at the ready.
Marshall- "Hey guys, what do I shoot?"
Meanwhile, One being choked by Eric- "rrreeeAAAUGH!"
Everyone could hear her voice in their heads, with a rising static underneath. Tim's vision began to fog over with snow.
Last One- "You can't see how ugly you are so IIii'm gonna make ya human again."
Everyone got hit with the psychic pain again, way worse than before. Because Erel was already gripping Eric's leg, he managed to keep that grip at first. All others doubled over, lost their grip on things, so on.
All feel a spasm in the small of their back radiating little red shocks of pain, Tim's vision flashes white then dark, and Erel's leg spasms, kicking him away from Eric to the floor. Marshall jerked back and dropped the gun. He grabbed his arm, blood soaking through his blazer sleeve, and slumped against the wall. Blood smeared behind him as he slipped to the ground, eyes wide.
As people come to their senses, Tim's vision returns with no overlay. Mason finds he has a fistful of Eric's stump sauce & he & the girl are dead. More importantly, all y'all - while physically jacked up with pain and weird sensations - feel like a haze has been lifted from your minds. The moral and physical realities of the situation come into your heads in a rush.
How do you react?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 30, 2015 17:01:23 GMT -8
Emilio-
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 30, 2015 17:10:28 GMT -8
Erel- "We gotta get out of here...The police are coming and there's.. a traitor downstairs? I couldn't make sense of it, but we're all in deep shit...." He got up and walked over to Marshall, checking to see if he was still alive, or needed help.
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Post by Trinity on Dec 30, 2015 17:12:12 GMT -8
At first, Mason was too shocked to move. When he came too, he stared down at his bloodied hands, at Eric, and then the dead child. He was silent,with wide eyes and mouth agape, for good minute until something went off in his brain. He panicked, looking around the room with a terrified expression, before gripping his head with both hands. Mason- "This is all.. so.. fucked! Kids, man. Kids!"
He was not taking it well.When Erel mentioned a traitor, it seemed to snap Mason out of his panicked mind for a minute,"Yeah.. Charlie. KTRO sent Charlie. I don't know where he is now, but.. we should leave."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Jan 1, 2016 2:17:30 GMT -8
Crumpled on the floor, Marshall had turned an extra shade or two paler than normal. He gripped a bloody, creepily limp arm and shivered violently. Marshall- "What... g-gotta... eh, oh, huh... what's that alarm? No, no ... don't reset. M-mmain menu. Main menu..." He tapped his left temple, then smacked it so hard he fell completely prone."Hello... No, you h-hear that... is it just me..."
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Post by DKender on Jan 1, 2016 20:20:09 GMT -8
The little monster stole his special eye right when he started to get used to it! It looked like she took a lot more from Marshall.
And everything from Eric.
Sad- Timothy was starting to get used to him, too.
Ooooohhhh this was real, wasn't it? How did he get into this bloody hotel?"Help him up, Holl ... Moll ... Holly and Erel. Let's get out of here. Out the window? Too high. Down the stairs? I don't trust elevators!" He used his gun to point at the various escape routes.
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Post by Trinity on Jan 3, 2016 19:01:51 GMT -8
Mason got to his feet and helped Holly hold up Marshalls other side, and with some difficulty, he held his shotgun in his sprained hand. He looked a little pale in the face-- The wound in his side was really bothering him now, but he was willing to suffer through it if it meant getting out of here alive.
Mason- "Charlie could be on the stairs. We should take an elevator, it's quicker."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 4, 2016 18:45:14 GMT -8
Erel- "Right, let me administer some first aid on Marshall, he doesn't look so great..." He checked over Marshall and did what he needed to do so that he wouldn't be bleeding excessively. He did the same for Mason even though they were in a hurry. It was no good if they all died before they got to the car... "I can help too if you need a third hand..I'm not so hurt, Mason, we can trade."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 5, 2016 7:13:14 GMT -8
Marshall was able to be pulled to his feet. Erel held up their egress as he stepped in front of Mason and Holly to do his thing. Checking the guy over, he found something under the skin of his limp arm had physically warped, breaking skin in one area, and bruising and swelling much more. Other than that Erel noticed no other injuries.
Checking Mason, he had taken three pellets of shot to the torso, but they probably hadn't pierced any cavities. Still it would be better for him to not be moving at all lest a hernia happen.
Marshall- "Reboot... no... yes, one. One... English..." They'd have to deal with Erel's concerns before moving on. How did they handle it?
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Post by Trinity on Jan 5, 2016 15:50:50 GMT -8
Mason happily took the offer. He had begun to wheeze a little, but managed to hold his gun with both hands and stand on his feet, so that was a plus. Mason- "Thank you. Please tell me we're going to a hospital, I'm all kinds of jacked up."
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