[Open] Tower Apartments Event
Who: Anyone at or around the Tower Apartments.
When: The fifteenth of January, just after five.
Where: The Tower Apartments.
Summary: Remember how that threat went out to the police? Remember how they're clearly not happy? Well. Turns out, this was their target.
Warnings: Violence, strong language, adult content. It's this event, which tells you ( Read more... )
When: The fifteenth of January, just after five.
Where: The Tower Apartments.
Summary: Remember how that threat went out to the police? Remember how they're clearly not happy? Well. Turns out, this was their target.
Warnings: Violence, strong language, adult content. It's this event, which tells you ( Read more... )
There were too many people she knew in that building for Rochelle to just sit around. She didn't even think about the fact that the Darkness was going to come in. She grabbed her weapons. With an axe strapped to her back, a pistol strapped to the holster on her hip, and an AK-47 in her hand, she was off.
When she got there, she only stopped once for an awestruck "holy shit" moment. But she gathered herself, no fear, and went for it. With her presence-sensing abilities, scouring the apartments for survivors and people to help wouldn't be hard.]
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[ Further down one of the halls there are brilliant light purple flashes that whisk through the darkness real quick. And by darkness, darkness monsters. ]
Yeah! That's more like it!
[ Suddenly a man scuttles backwards really fast right beside Rochelle. ]
Bring it on fuckheads! It's time to kick some ass!
[ Wow someone's getting loud and obnoxious ]
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HELLO.
After this point Rochelle's gotten a handful of people hauled out. She's pretty dirty and a little scratched up now from climbing, plus the unavoidable confrontations with Darkness monsters, but despite her appearance she didn't seem at all encumbered by it. Her presence sensing abilties brought her attention to this dude and--]
What the hell--
[Well, holy lightsabers, Batface.
Rochelle doesn't waste any time and shoots at the Darkness creatures her mind has already pinged herself too. She doesn't need superpowers to be aware of the dude next to her, but half a second's glance at him and her AK-47 is off to give this dude a hand.]
Two more of those things coming on your left!
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[ Well hello, someone human. More importantly someone who doesn't want to shred Travis' face off like these things. Travis is already on the move; she shouted the moment he could hear them shuffle closer and in a blink of an eye he's already beside them, swinging his beam katana-lightsaber wanna be weapon and cleaving the left-most monster along the waist. ]
Show's over, fuckface!
[ Suddenly it gets ridiculous. Travis' arms are a flurry of lighted motion as his katana sings its "vummms" resonating in the air, hacking the monster and its closest buddy for a long few seconds. Travis stops and hops away--the monsters literally crumble into monster-pulp. ]
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Rochelle had been covering the monster's coming to their actual right with that AK-47 of hers. She barely caught the vumms over the roar of gunfire. But it stops soon enough though as the little creatures in front of her are falling down dead, enough for her to glance over and see what Travis is doing.
... Also, damn. She's knocked off heads and arms with things like baseball bats, but that was a new one.
Speaking of that, in a brief quiet, she's quickly shouldering her gun to take out the fire axe that was strapped to her face.]
Damn. Any chance I could borrow that sometime?
[She's half-focused on him again now. So far her powers haven't 'pinged' her to any new monsters, but one of the ones she had shot full of holes was crawling towards her. Bleeding, snarling, reaching it's claws towards her. It was a small monster, but she didn't plan on getting her feet chewed on any time soon ( ... )
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[ What is being a professional swordsman?
Obviously Travis is one.
Rochelle, catch.
This is a bit better than your crusty cast-iron frying pans or hobbyist katanas you can find in a bottom of a bug-infested bayou or at an abandoned rock concert. It's off, and thank goodness it's off. The handle is pretty badass. It looks like it came from George Lucas' prop closet himself, but the thing attached to it that's supposed to be the handle? It literally looks like it could hold a fluorescent light bulb. ]
Flick the switch by the handle when you want to give it ago. Careful. Bloodberry's fucking sharp.
[ *VUMM* ]
[ Travis has another one. It is much, much bigger than the previous sword Travis was using, and as he gives it a practice swing, the energy blade seems to distort and stretch, the tip licking and scarring the wall of the wide hall. ]
Great. More fuckwits.
[ Travis is staring long down the hall. ]
Travis Touchdown.
[ Apparently he's introducing himself? Or he's saying some weird name? ]
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Bloodberry?
[She raises an eyebrow at it. Her thumb grazes ever-so-lightly over the switch, but she doesn't press it. She shoulders her axe (I don't know the fuck how this is Left 4 Dead logic okay) and looks up at him. She would have commented if that was seriously it's name, because it sounded more like a kid's breakfast cereal than the name of a goddamn lightsaber. But for now, in this situation? Even if she and her fellow Riders of the Apocalypse were masters of finding humor in the shittiest situations, level-headed Rochelle was gonna save it for later.
Also, she blinks some at the other, bigger sword. O hayyyyyyy.]... So much for my first guess, I ( ... )
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[ Travis swings the distorting, warping beam katana in his hand, swaggering slowly in the direction toward the nasties further down the hall. ]
Sorry. But rescuing isn't my deal. I'm just your badass killer, and those sacks of shit down there are just calling my name.
[ He glances over his shoulder and gives her an indignant look. ]
'Sides. They can put up one hell of a fight.
[ Sharp cut to the monsters again as there's a sound of them knocking something over and getting closer. ]
We'll talk about your Slave Princess outfit later--c'mon!
[ And with that Travis is just throwing himself into the mess of monsters. Sorry Rochelle. Unless you're one hell of a good shot shooting into them probably isn't going to go over so well! ]
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Hey!
[The trying-to-get-somebody's attention kind of 'hey'.]
Are you seriously fighting monsters just to get off on it? [BANG BANG some more.] There was a damn explosion, and people need help, and you're REALLY gonna do this? Sorry, but I didn't run from Savannah to New Orleans being chased by zombies so I could play female sidekick for you. Do you actually need help because if you can take care of yourself, I got people to rescue--
[Oh for fuck's sake]
... Screw it, why am I even doing this? You already answered my question.
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[ That's stupid logic.
Also oops Travis is thigh deep in monster hate and he's putting on a pretty one man light show. He's totally outnumbered but that's really not really stopping him. At least he's fast, and by fast he's somehow relatively in one piece and unharmed. Fast enough. With each swing the beam stretches out far past from its hilt, slicing into rotting flesh and through the dry walls. ]
You can be the heroine of your own story! You can put on the space smuggler kicks if you want!
[ And with another strong hack, Travis' sword sputters out. ]
Shit!
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But once Travis' sword started going out, it answered her inner question for her.]
Shit--hang on! [She looked down at lightsaber thing she gave him. She hit the button. VROOM. Oh, holy shit. She took half a second to stare and it and give a quick laugh of 'holy shit' because. Well. Holy shit, she had a goddamn lightsaber. Then looked up.]
Time to kick some ass.
[And now she jumped into the fray, slicing at monsters herself. Obviously, she was way better witha gun. She didn't have the professionalism of an actual swordsman or ninja or what-the-fuck, but she sure as hell knew how to whack the shit out of something and kill it. And for the lack of ninja skills she was doing pretty good, too!]
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[ YEP ]
[ Travis hobbles away a few feet from the carnage of the Lady Jedi and with vigor, starts shaking the Peony handle up and down. Up and down.
He's grunting and starting to breathe really hard too. ]
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[And she was doing a good job of it too. She was cutting 'em up, kicking them away, all that good shit. Rough, tough, and fierce. LIKE A KICKASS LADY.
She'd slicked up enough to get a good distance between herself and the rest of them, which gave her a chance to briefly look over and see if Travis was okay--OH WOW, HE'S DOING SOMETHING UNUSUAL. WHAT A FREAKIN' SUPRISE.
So yeah, she's still killing monsters just as well but she has the power to multitask REALLY goddamn well apparently, because guess what.]
What the hell are you doing?!
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[ Wow and he's making weird noises too. Travis is energetically charging up his beam katana, looking over his shoulder to the carnage of Rochelle and the beam katana. His eyes catches hers and he simply winks, returning to his blade and shaking furiously. ]
OH YEAH! ALMOST THERE!!
[ Now he's on his tiptoes and straining himself. The motions prove to move even faster as he energetically starts whooping, much to the chagrin of the tenants of the disaster tower and the monsters themselves. The beam katana finally gives a small chirp, probably signalling that it's fully charged! ]
Woo! Baby! Man, you get a good work out from that.
[ How he wasn't attacked the entire time, well, that's anyone's guess. ]
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guess who's just staring (and killing monsters of course) until he's finished.]
Seriously, what the HELL did you just do?
[It probably helps she was getting monsters kills while she was still going UM.]
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