creeper creeper

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[ WHO ]: Altair Grayston, Liechtenstein, the Teutonic Order, Hungary
[ WHERE ]: Some hallway somewhere, we'll see?
[ WHEN ]: January 26th, late night.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed because oh god four people already, seriously.
[ RATING ]: (use G, PG, etc.) PG-13, might end up being R, it depends!
[ WARNINGS ]: This is not the adorable Liechtenstein

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[warrior_maid]

Having been informed of the safe room on the seventh floor, Hungary decided that the safest thing would be to make her way there both quickly and quietly. But safety was for non-combatants, and she wasn't one to sit on the sidelines in a battle, so forget that.

She was making her way up to the seventh floor, but she wasn't bothering with quick or quiet. In fact she was laying the frying-pan smack down on anything that remotely looked like a ghost. If the restless dead thought they were going to have her cowering somewhere in fear, they were sadly mistaken. And she and her tape covered frying pan were going to prove it.

Climbing the stairs, she entered the next floor. The whole place was still too dark to see much, but down the hall was a flash of white. She would have mistaken the white figure for a ghost, but Gil was impossible to mistake for anything but himself. So he was alright then. Good.

Since it was likely the darkness had him on edge as well, Hungary made sure her approach was obvious. When she got close enough, she called out to him.

"Gil, it's me. I'm gald you're okay." She smiled. "Are the ghosts giving you any trouble?"

[moarcrusadesplx]

Hungary's introspection was right. The Teutonic Order was scared (he'd never admit it). So, upon hearing Hungary's voice, he couldn't help but jump at the sound. Spinning, his sword held aloft in defense, he faces the source.

And, oh hey, Hungary. Awesome.

"Trouble? Hahah! I'm the one giving the ghosts trouble!" He's grinning triumphantly, waving his sword for emphasis. Everyone and their mother probably heard that little proclamation.

(( OOC: Since Hungary was addressing the Teutonic Order, I went ahead and went. But after me, it's the normal order. ))

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Altair glances back down at Liechtenstein, then slowly jerks his head towards the two down the hall. He doesn't need to explain much - while he'd like to give her more attention, well, this is not the time. They can deal with that later.

Right now, well, there are a pair of nations that need to be told what the fuck, the ghosts and their minions are in charge in Jigoku.

"Fire," he says quietly.

[rhinebreak]

"Yes, sir," comes equally lowly, and Liechtenstein lifts her rifle to her shoulder and takes sight.

The first shot hits the wall above the Teutonic Order's head. She frowns, and shifts, but the smell of gunpowder makes the corner of her mouth turn up shortly after. "Ah. Let them jump a little."

[moarcrusadesplx]

Yeah, the whole gunpowder thing? Not in Europe by the 1200s. So, when Liechtenstein shoots, and the rifle makes its rifle-y noises, and the bullet thuds above his head, the Teutonic Order looks around, completely confused. None of that "DUCK AND COVER" nonsense. No screaming. No fear. Just... Confusion.

"What was that...?"

[warrior_maid]

Hungary, on the other hand, knew exactly what those rifle-y noises meant. Knocking the Teutonic Order to floor behind her, she gives him one, short piece of advice.

"We're under attack! Stay down." Since she was pretty sure he wouldn't follow that advice, she raised her frying pan and charged the attacker. They had little hope of defeating an automatic rifle at long range, so she hoped that this rash, unexpected maneuver would confuse her opponent enough to throw of their reaction time. And, if she was lucky, it would buy her the time to close the distance.

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Altair's not quite certain of the specifics, but he's reasonably certain he wouldn't charge somebody who was already aimed at him with a crossbow in a situation where there wasn't much cover. That's no problem for him, and he hopes it won't be a problem for Lie.

Inhuman chanting starts coming out of his mouth, quiet at first, then faster, faster; the priest's hands start twisting with arcane movements, and he glances down at Lie, then jerks his head towards Hungary.

[rhinebreak]

She wouldn't have charged, either. It makes her raise her eyebrows, but no, it isn't a problem. After taking aim again, she shoots for Hungary's leg. Moving targets are much more tricky, though, and Liechtenstein is aware of this; as soon as the shot's out, she flips are gun around, taking the middle of the barrel in her hands, and swings the rifle in an arc. The stock is what heads for Hungary, once Liechtenstein steps out from behind the wall and makes herself visible.

[moarcrusadesplx]

From a debate tournament, on my birthday, I have come to tag. Celebrate.

Down, the Teutonic Order goes. Face-first to the floor as Hungary charges. He clutches his nose( making sure it's not broken) before scrambling to his feet.

Attack? From what? Where were the arrows? The armies?

Well, whatever. Hungary was smart. She knew what she was talking about. If she said it was an attack, it was an attack-- why would she have reason to lie? They were allies, right?

So, as the Teutonic Order picked up his sword to kick some ass, he hears another one of those weird noises. Instinctually, he hits the floor again, because, uh, yeah, not a fan of getting shot.

However, when the Teutonic Order pulls himself back up, making sure Hungary was still alive and fighting, he couldn't help but gasp (in a manly manner).

"LIECHTENSTEIN?!"

Happy Birthday ^__^

[warrior_maid]

The shot aimed at her legs was expected, it was standard tactics to limit your enemy's movements as much as possible. Hungary just barely dodged the direct hit. As it was, the bullet grazed her leg. She could feel the explosion of sharp pain and feel the blood on her calf, but knew from experience that it wasn't serious.

Pushing herself forward, she finally closed the last of the distance. Liechtenstein stepped out of the shadows, aiming the back end of a rifle at Hungary's head. At another time, in other circumstances, she might have hesitated. But not in such a hostile environment. And not when she had someone to protect. She would worry later about what strange force caused the normally sweet nation to forsake her neutrality.

For now, she flipped the frying pan sideways, and then aimed it with all her strength at the hand gripping the barrel, hoping to knock the gun away...

/late

[spreadbare]

Unfortunately, all this time spent focusing on Liechtenstein has meant that Altair has gotten to do his thing pretty much entirely unnoticed. He's done with casting his spell -- or at least the preparations for it -- and his voice calls out. Not quite his normal voice, either; it's got weird echoes in it, pitches that aren't quite right, and it just...

It sounds very off.

"D̶̡̪͓̩͇̙̘̤̳̦̱͍̿̃̓̓͗̌͛̿́̚͟͞i̡̡̡̧̖̙̫͔͇̮̖͚̮̮͔̱̠̺̱̥̮ͦͨ̃ͧͅe͗ͣͣ̉͆ͥ̑ͣ̔̈͡͏̤̤̘̙.̶̡͕͇͇̙͍͍͈̗̘̥̰͔̭̘̆͛̏ͫ̆ͤ͑̀͑͊̏͂͂͆ͪ̃͝"

Streaks of rainbow light fly out from his hands, arcing down the hall in a very showy display of PAGAN MAGIC. Needless to say, it really quite hurts to get hit by one of them, and the blinding light and patterns can easily distract or confuse someone who's not ready for them.