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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 10, 2015 22:04:36 GMT -8
"Teacher"- "NBL-" *SPLUTT*
He was blasted nearly in half at point blank range, spewing hamburger chunks all over the deafened people nearest the blast - Eric himself plus Timothy and Molly. Meanwhile Tim's blast went into the room, doing who knows what to who knows whom. He had to assume his words were lost on his fellows as he couldn't even hear himself, but maybe actions spoke loud enough.
Back Seatman- "*muted screaming*"
Back Seatman fired his shotgun deafening Marshall and adding to the fury and smoke and meat chunks in the place, as the force of his shot twisted the moustached little dead man in half along the midriff where Eric had already wrecked his structural integrity. He stopped levitating, dropping sloppily to the floor and throwing more chunks and blood on the closest people.
Now everyone in the hall except Erel was totally deaf, and was mostly deaf. In the oppressed state, y'all could still somehow hear the piercing note - it had not come from levitating guy, but from the room beyond & probably those kids. ((Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse DKender your guys are deafened except for the piercing sound from the babies, plus Eric and Timothy can hear their implants. Also ur guys are all generously splattered with blood and man giblets. ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ your guy is deafened except implants and psychic noise, Dr. Jar your guy can still sort of hear things plus ringing from psychic assault and shotgun shock as well.))
Suddenly another wave of assault came into the hall. Another small moustached guy came levitating into the hall sideways, knocking Molly, Tim, and Eric on their asses, and flopping around on them in a seizure, bruising and scraping them.
"Teacher" 2- "*thrash and sputter*"
Then a bunch of small forms came crawling out of the room along the ceiling and onto walls. Somehow you could hear their jeers and taunts on the psychic wavelength of the piercing note. Psychic Kid- "We're gonna kill you for the rest of your lifes!"
Psychic Kid- "KILL KILL KILL!" Psychic Kid- "Nobody loves you!" Psychic Kid- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 11, 2015 0:36:08 GMT -8
Emilio pumped another shell and raised his shotgun towards the ceiling, spitting a reddish-pink chunk of something out of his mouth.Emilio- "It's the eye of the tiger... It's the thrill of the fight... Risin' up to the challenge of our rival!!"BLAM! BLAM! ... Gib-spit...
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 11, 2015 0:39:39 GMT -8
Erel- Erel steps back farther and holds tight to his gun, but has no interest in pointing or firing on anyone.
He was definitely feeling like the less-gun-crazy-more-hiding-sort at this point in time, and the kid shouting and shooting wasn't helping. "!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 13, 2015 9:32:00 GMT -8
Back Seatman- "*muted screaming*"
Back Seatman and Eric each blasted one of the babies off the ceiling, only to have them be replaced by another and another.
Psychic Kids- "*SPLUTT!* *SPLUTT!*"
Psychic Kids- "No one will play with you ... You're not even human!"
Hmolly blasted the seizured guy point blank and he twirled three times as he spewed blood and chunks before jamming in the doorway with what was left of his homie. That head was hangin' half off.
"Teacher" 2- "*SPLUTT!*"
As Erel backed away he seemed weirdly placid in this hot moment of explosions, flying, thunder, and blood. The slightly muted sounds of it all and the horrible ease with which the tiny bodies ripped asunder made it all seem unreal, save for that piercing note, still cutting through every other sense to pierce the back of his skull.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 13, 2015 23:02:29 GMT -8
Emilio jacked another round in, posing for half a second, like he was on the poster for an action film, then strode into the hotel room like a boss.Emilio- "And the last known survivor / stalks his prey in the night / And he's watching us all with the--"One of his feet slipped a little in the soup of dead men at his feet, completely destroying his oh so very impressive action hero-ness in an instant. His shoulder banged into the door jam, jolting his arm, discharging the shotgun randomly into the room. He stood up straight and assessed the room in a barely contained moment of fear."Of the tiger..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 14, 2015 7:56:10 GMT -8
Erel- Erel decided to stay back, and wondered if he should have applied to another temporary job instead, retrospectively...
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Post by DKender on Dec 15, 2015 0:17:11 GMT -8
They all float, except when they splat. This was perhaps the most horrifying thing Timothy had ever witnessed, and he once went to an amateur ventriloquist show (in the audience, not performer). Better get it over quickly. Hopefully, the agency could replace his eardrums after all this was over. He pumped, steeled himself, and shot at the nearest child-shaped creep.
That love jab really hurt, though. Had his ex girlfriend been right? Would he really die alone?
Didn't all people? "You little bastards!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 15, 2015 2:31:16 GMT -8
Back Seatman- "*more muted screaming*"
Back Seatman joined Hmolly and Tim in blasting away the last of the hall/wall-dwelling murdertykes.
Psychic Kids Hmolly Shoots- "You're zombie meat sandwic--" *SPLUTT!* *SPLUTT!*
Psychic Kid Tim Shoots- "Don't make me say a swear!" *SPLUTT!*
Psychic Kid Back Seatman Shoots- "The Nega-Goat sees aaaall!" *SPLUTT!*
Everyone was still feeling the psychic pain note. Tim noticed Erel standing back doing nothing. Huh. Anyone hot to follow Eric into the hotel room?
Inside, Eric beheld:
"*PSSSSSSSYYYYCCCCHIC HHHHHHEEEEAAADDDDAAAACCCHE!!!*"
"*PSSSSSSSYYYYCCCCHIC HHHHHHEEEEAAADDDDAAAACCCHE!!!*"
This shit was on. Eric felt something go ramrod stiff in his ear and the reassurances became a strain of static like an electric bass note. Meanwhile, he dropped the gun and started to convulse. Fortunately, no risk of swallowing his tongue or bashing his head, because he was levitating in a pose like Jeezis Crispy.
((You can describe the contents of his brizzain if u want a thing to do until he is freed.))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 15, 2015 3:19:25 GMT -8
Eric's body convulsed itself rigid, his mind the other way. There was a look of complete terror in his wide eyes.Emilio- "hhhnnnhhh..."Inside my heart is breaking... My make-up may be something... But my smile it is on... Whatever happens, something something... failed romance... What are we living for?... Outside the dawn is breaking... But the show must go on... The show must go onnnhh"hhhnnnhhh..."A little liquid dripped from his pant leg.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 15, 2015 23:37:30 GMT -8
Erel- Erel had a helpless look about him as he saw Eric lifted into the air... He couldn't just stand here and watch him suffer, but he was certainly uncomfortable with what was going on.
He cringed, and then walked forward, raising his gun and hoping someone else was going to run in there, guns-blazing, before he got there.
Erel wore the look of reluctance mixed with mild shock and horror. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!"
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Dec 16, 2015 0:19:05 GMT -8
There were so many of them! No time for hesitation or celebration. Timothy ran into the room, shotgun cocked and loaded, or whatever those gun terms were. He wasn't from Texas, and he definitely didn't hunt.
Eric's state of distress took Timothy off guard. But surprise didn't stop him from shooting at the gaggle (flock? murder? bellowing? drove?) of child-shaped monsters. He aimed for the annoying kid with a missing tooth, because something about that guy really ticked him off. Could be that he reminded him of an elementary school bully named Anthony Fremont.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 16, 2015 20:26:52 GMT -8
Back Seatman- "*more muted screaming*"
Back Seatman entered the room as well. First in was floaty Eric, ((order may be a bit different from ur actual post order based on how u described ur approach)) followed by Timothy and Back Seatman, with Molly and Erel barely through the door standing to either side of hover-Eric. Molly was weirdly more icked by pee than the freshly shotgunned humans she stepped over to get in there. Tim's aim was true, giving Anthony a flip-top torso. Back Seatman was a little more expert with the maneuvers, pumping the gun furiously and blasting on kids that were lined up to maximize casualties.
Psychic Kid Tim Shoots- "I'm sending you to--" *SPLUTT!* Lined-up Psychic Kids Back Seatman Shoots- "HATE YOOooou!" "I never sleeeeps!" *SPLUTT!* *SPLUTT* Other Psychic Kid Back Seatman Shoots- "MEEOOOOOW!" *SPLUTT!*
Leftovers- "*PSYYCCHIC HEAADDAAAACHE!!!*"
Eric suddenly spun a 360 side-to-side, knocking the gun out of Erel's hands with his legs and knocking Molly to the ground with his upper body, before being telekinetically blasted into the hall, where he bounced off the wall and hit the ground. The pain note increased for hella, and everyone suffered for it! ((Describe suffering with at least one consequence of your choosing - uncontrolled body function, dropping your weapon, dropping yourself, going temporarily blind, whatver u think is most fun or easy to write.))
Meanwhile, out in the hall, ((Trinity )) Mason came out the elevator door with a gun up. He saw Marshall standing in a more extreme version of the hallway scene from The Shining, dead kids and blood-soaked Eric all over the ground.
Marshall- "Well, this has all been a bit unpleasant."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 16, 2015 21:42:24 GMT -8
Erel- Erel flies across the room and hits a wall hard. The gun flies out of his hands and across the room. "AHHhh UGH...ow..."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 17, 2015 7:31:17 GMT -8
Emilio's body struck the wall so hard that lost not only all of the air in his lungs, but all of the contents of his stomach. A moment of elation hit him when he realized he once again had control of his own body. That passed just as quickly when his attempts to move were greeted by intensely violent stabbing pains in his rib cage and brain.Emilio- "GAAHHHHGGHH!!!"
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Post by Trinity on Dec 17, 2015 19:40:46 GMT -8
Mason wasn't terribly surprised to see the dead kids in the hallway, but the sound of Eric in pain, accompanied by the pungent smell of iron made him that much more uneasy.
At the sight of Marshall, one of the few people who even knew what the deal with these kids were, Mason quickly made his way over, limping on his wounded side while carrying both guns. He used Lacey's as a sort of makeshift crutch. Mason, to anyone listening really- "Hey!" He took a second to catch his breath, "We.. We have a problem. KTRO sent Charlie. He shot Lacey dead and got me in the process, but..I think I'm.. okay-ish. I don't want to be around in case he tries to come up here."
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