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by Doughertania » Sun Feb 17, 2019 6:37 pm
by The Verdantderm Lands » Mon Feb 18, 2019 12:41 am
by Forest State » Mon Feb 18, 2019 2:38 pm
by Durmatagno » Mon Feb 18, 2019 2:55 pm
by Endem » Mon Feb 18, 2019 3:06 pm
by Forest State » Mon Feb 18, 2019 7:27 pm
by Forest State » Tue Feb 19, 2019 12:02 am
by Doughertania » Tue Feb 19, 2019 1:41 am
Forest State wrote:Bellamy fell silent, and within the simulation, things would change. Parts of the environment disappeared. The castle began to break apart as pieces of it simply vanished from existence. And then the ground started to do the same thing, and everyone in the simulation, regardless of where they were standing, would feel a rush of air as they were brought out of the virtual reality and back into the real world. When they took off the headsets, they would all find out pretty quickly that the room was now nearly filled with security, all of them with their guns leveled at Bellamy. Looking at all of the weapons pointed at her, Bellamy simply raised her hands in the air and continued her pacing, before stopping in front of one specific recruit: Sage.
She leaned down, whispering into Sage’s ear with a small smile on her face as she kept an eye on the soldiers standing behind the recruits, which still had their weapons trained on her. “Hey, thanks for the fun. I liked your attitude about the whole thing. Would’ve liked to get to know you, too, but… I might not even remember you once they’re done altering me. So this is goodbye,” she said, pausing for one moment to let the words linger before flipping backwards with incredible agility, and taking a running start before vaulting over one of the cubicles and landing within another. There were gunshots, suddenly. Not rubber bullets or tranquilizer rounds, either, but real rifle rounds.
There was a flash of blue and Bellamy burst out of the cubicle and ran along the edge of the building, glass windows shattering as she used each cubicle for cover, keeping the guards from getting a good track on her as she moved between each one. And then, she was at the end of the row faster than anyone could have predicted, and once again she vaulted from the top of the cubicle with athleticism that couldn’t have been natural, coming down directly on top of one of the guards as she ducked under a hail of bullets and charged through the door. “Cease firing,” said the figure that seemed to be the guards captain. “And tell all guards to back off. We’ll get her eventually.”
Everyone else would be left wondering what the hell had happened. Or maybe they would wonder who the blue haired girl was. Either way, they were left standing around, in a room with a number of damaged cubicles and broken windows, which could be felt since they were quite high up on a windy New York day. The next person to enter the room would be Samson Bastani himself, who emerged from the elevator that the guards had and approached the recruits. “I can assure you that this was not how the exercise was intended to go, nor were the events that you just saw planned,” he stated. “But I’m sure you can all understand why we don’t want this event talked about or spread.”
by Doughertania » Tue Feb 19, 2019 2:53 am
Forest State wrote:In The Matrix
Bellamy fell silent, and within the simulation, things would change. Parts of the environment disappeared. The castle began to break apart as pieces of it simply vanished from existence. And then the ground started to do the same thing, and everyone in the simulation, regardless of where they were standing, would feel a rush of air as they were brought out of the virtual reality and back into the real world. When they took off the headsets, they would all find out pretty quickly that the room was now nearly filled with security, all of them with their guns leveled at Bellamy. Looking at all of the weapons pointed at her, Bellamy simply raised her hands in the air and continued her pacing, before stopping in front of one specific recruit: Sage.
She leaned down, whispering into Sage’s ear with a small smile on her face as she kept an eye on the soldiers standing behind the recruits, which still had their weapons trained on her. “Hey, thanks for the fun. I liked your attitude about the whole thing. Would’ve liked to get to know you, too, but… I might not even remember you once they’re done altering me. So this is goodbye,” she said, pausing for one moment to let the words linger before flipping backwards with incredible agility, and taking a running start before vaulting over one of the cubicles and landing within another. There were gunshots, suddenly. Not rubber bullets or tranquilizer rounds, either, but real rifle rounds.
There was a flash of blue and Bellamy burst out of the cubicle and ran along the edge of the building, glass windows shattering as she used each cubicle for cover, keeping the guards from getting a good track on her as she moved between each one. And then, she was at the end of the row faster than anyone could have predicted, and once again she vaulted from the top of the cubicle with athleticism that couldn’t have been natural, coming down directly on top of one of the guards as she ducked under a hail of bullets and charged through the door. “Cease firing,” said the figure that seemed to be the guards captain. “And tell all guards to back off. We’ll get her eventually.”
Everyone else would be left wondering what the hell had happened. Or maybe they would wonder who the blue haired girl was. Either way, they were left standing around, in a room with a number of damaged cubicles and broken windows, which could be felt since they were quite high up on a windy New York day. The next person to enter the room would be Samson Bastani himself, who emerged from the elevator that the guards had and approached the recruits. “I can assure you that this was not how the exercise was intended to go, nor were the events that you just saw planned,” he stated. “But I’m sure you can all understand why we don’t want this event talked about or spread.”
by Endem » Tue Feb 19, 2019 8:03 am
by Durmatagno » Tue Feb 19, 2019 1:02 pm
by Forest State » Tue Feb 19, 2019 2:01 pm
by Lessoni » Tue Feb 19, 2019 3:37 pm
by Union Princes » Tue Feb 19, 2019 5:52 pm
Forest State wrote:Repo Duty
The bedrooms didn’t have much out of the ordinary for the most part. They were more clean than the living room, but they didn’t look like they were used too much, and more like they had been used for brief periods of time as if this wasn’t the main place where the Sewer Rats or whoever the owner really was were staying. In the bedroom that Szarlota’s main body was in, though, she would notice the presence of a pair of weapons which were similar to katanas, hanging in their sheaths on the wall. On the desk near the window, there were a couple of other scabbards, which had bladed weapons within them. There was a gun partially assembled there, too.
But if she thought she would get a chance to take a look closely for herself, she was wrong. By the time she noticed it, she would also be hearing the click of a gun behind her, as someone pulled back the hammer on a pistol to make sure that their presence was clear. It wasn’t something that was necessary, but pulling back the hammer made the very familiar clicking noise that could freeze someone with fear. There were a few footsteps as the person with the gun moved closer, and Szarlota would hear a female voice behind her as the person with the gun approached. “Make a move without me telling you to, no matter how small, and you’ll have your brains on the floor,” the person told her, edging just slightly closer while speaking in a tone that was hardly louder than a whisper. “First thing you’re going to do is tell me just how large the group you came here with is, and whether or not there’s anyone else on this floor.”
by Theyra » Tue Feb 19, 2019 6:45 pm
by Forest State » Tue Feb 19, 2019 7:08 pm
by Durmatagno » Tue Feb 19, 2019 7:27 pm
by Gudmund » Tue Feb 19, 2019 7:38 pm
Forest State wrote:Harold wouldn’t find much of note in the boxes, which were mostly filled with what seemed like… Junk, for the most part. Things like spare parts for machines, rolls of duct tape, other supplies which seemed like they were more fitting for a workshop of an engineer or someone of the like, rather than what was supposed to be the place where a group of villains were staying. There were a few that had more useful things like maps, which might cast some suspicions, but it wasn’t something that was incriminating per say.
The bedrooms didn’t have much out of the ordinary for the most part. They were more clean than the living room, but they didn’t look like they were used too much, and more like they had been used for brief periods of time as if this wasn’t the main place where the Sewer Rats or whoever the owner really was were staying. In the bedroom that Szarlota’s main body was in, though, she would notice the presence of a pair of weapons which were similar to katanas, hanging in their sheaths on the wall. On the desk near the window, there were a couple of other scabbards, which had bladed weapons within them. There was a gun partially assembled there, too.
But if she thought she would get a chance to take a look closely for herself, she was wrong. By the time she noticed it, she would also be hearing the click of a gun behind her, as someone pulled back the hammer on a pistol to make sure that their presence was clear. It wasn’t something that was necessary, but pulling back the hammer made the very familiar clicking noise that could freeze someone with fear. There were a few footsteps as the person with the gun moved closer, and Szarlota would hear a female voice behind her as the person with the gun approached. “Make a move without me telling you to, no matter how small, and you’ll have your brains on the floor,” the person told her, edging just slightly closer while speaking in a tone that was hardly louder than a whisper. “First thing you’re going to do is tell me just how large the group you came here with is, and whether or not there’s anyone else on this floor.”
Forest State wrote:Bellamy fell silent, and within the simulation, things would change. Parts of the environment disappeared. The castle began to break apart as pieces of it simply vanished from existence. And then the ground started to do the same thing, and everyone in the simulation, regardless of where they were standing, would feel a rush of air as they were brought out of the virtual reality and back into the real world. When they took off the headsets, they would all find out pretty quickly that the room was now nearly filled with security, all of them with their guns leveled at Bellamy. Looking at all of the weapons pointed at her, Bellamy simply raised her hands in the air and continued her pacing, before stopping in front of one specific recruit: Sage.
She leaned down, whispering into Sage’s ear with a small smile on her face as she kept an eye on the soldiers standing behind the recruits, which still had their weapons trained on her. “Hey, thanks for the fun. I liked your attitude about the whole thing. Would’ve liked to get to know you, too, but… I might not even remember you once they’re done altering me. So this is goodbye,” she said, pausing for one moment to let the words linger before flipping backwards with incredible agility, and taking a running start before vaulting over one of the cubicles and landing within another. There were gunshots, suddenly. Not rubber bullets or tranquilizer rounds, either, but real rifle rounds.
There was a flash of blue and Bellamy burst out of the cubicle and ran along the edge of the building, glass windows shattering as she used each cubicle for cover, keeping the guards from getting a good track on her as she moved between each one. And then, she was at the end of the row faster than anyone could have predicted, and once again she vaulted from the top of the cubicle with athleticism that couldn’t have been natural, coming down directly on top of one of the guards as she ducked under a hail of bullets and charged through the door. “Cease firing,” said the figure that seemed to be the guards captain. “And tell all guards to back off. We’ll get her eventually.”
Everyone else would be left wondering what the hell had happened. Or maybe they would wonder who the blue haired girl was. Either way, they were left standing around, in a room with a number of damaged cubicles and broken windows, which could be felt since they were quite high up on a windy New York day. The next person to enter the room would be Samson Bastani himself, who emerged from the elevator that the guards had and approached the recruits. “I can assure you that this was not how the exercise was intended to go, nor were the events that you just saw planned,” he stated. “But I’m sure you can all understand why we don’t want this event talked about or spread.”
by Forest State » Tue Feb 19, 2019 8:20 pm
by Durmatagno » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:08 am
by Faal Lot Himdah » Wed Feb 20, 2019 9:01 am
Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid
Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)
Spindle wrote:I swear, you two are pretty much the font of all evil in this world...
Spindle wrote:Aaaaaand, the font of all sass.
by Forest State » Wed Feb 20, 2019 4:26 pm
by Lessoni » Wed Feb 20, 2019 6:34 pm
by Durmatagno » Thu Feb 21, 2019 7:32 am
by Forest State » Thu Feb 21, 2019 8:28 am
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