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Color Gangs: Infinity (The ROLE-PLAYING Thread)

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I've been set up.

 

The thought flashed through Liz's mind like lightning the moment the stranger mentioned that he'd been hired "for a job". Her constant suspicion of everyone around her (especially of those who seemed familiar) had her moving even before the man in the wolf-motif armor plucked the table from its mooring. The ominous unfolding of his weapon confirmed all of her suspicions, but he was so fast that she could do little but inelegantly throw herself to the side to avoid the furnishing-turned-projectile. A millisecond slower and her shoulder would've been crushed; she could feel the wind of its passing over her and colliding with Vertigo and removing him from her list of immediate concerns.

 

Idly, a small thought in the back of her head noted that the music had stopped. The music-activated strobes and lasers and lights gazed erratically about in response to the GAK GAK GAK staccato created by Code and Nebiros's firearms. The crowd had begun to scatter and someone was screaming. The gurgling moans of the dying men were, thankfully, muffled by the rest of the din and discord.

 

Liz rolled into a crouch and hissed softly under her breath as she felt distinct stab of pain in her left ankle. It was likely strained, but not sprained or broken (else it would've failed beneath her) and wasn't something she could worry too much about at the moment. But it did limit her options. Now was not the time for a drawn-out fight... not that it was much her style anyway.

 

A mental command caused the violent bands of energy around her wrists to elongate and twist, flowing over her hands and fusing her index and middle, ring and pinkie fingers into a three-clawed set of talons (her thumb remaining alone), with an additional fixed dewclaw curving out just before her wrist. The veil of energy was thinner and more translucent and lacked the random crackles of energy that the amorphous bands would sometimes discharge, less like a plasma and more like smooth glass, as the texture would imply. The talons were edged along their length and came to a monoatomic point; when Liz placed her palms on the floor to push off she left deep rents behind in linoleum.  

 

Engage, evaluate, retreat. Her thoughts were too undeveloped to be considered a plan thusfar. This stranger, and he was a true stranger lacking that itchy familiarity Code brought to her thoughts, was obviously not a force to be trifled with. If he could move that fast in fullplate he was both strong and agile... but what was his endurance? That was her main hope. Exhaust him. Then run. In nothing heavier than her wool coat she hoped she'd be faster on her feet. Otherwise I was dead before this fight started.

 

Liz rushed straight at the man, armored hands brought up to deflect or shred whatever other projectiles he decided to fling at her. Maybe the booth chair itself? It seemed well within the world of possibility, and the avocado-colored vinyl was so tacky that she wouldn't have minded it being destroyed anyway, she thought to herself sarcastically. 

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TEAM 1

 

Sparkbot turned on his heel, almost sensing what had happened to Humming.  He bounded over the battlefield, with speed unlike anything a human could accomplish.  He slid across the ground, stopping in a kneel next to Humming.  "HUMMINGGILLZ...  ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

 

His eyes widened.  He'd remembered.  A smile spread across his face, though it was barely visible thanks to its structure.  He could remember their names.

 

That was definitely a good sign.

 

He looked to Nell--the name "NAD13" flashed over his head for a brief moment, and then was crossed out, the letters rearranging to form the word "NELL."  So something had changed in the transition.  It mattered not.  It was as if these stranger's appearance had slowly repaired parts of Sparkbot's Operating Systems.

 

And if that bit was repaired...  then maybe...

 

He reached his hand out, flattening his palm so that it looked as if he were pressing it against an invisible wall.  He concentrated, and closed his eyes.  He visualized all sorts of locking mechanisms releasing, walls sliding up, to the right, left, down, and a final set of double doors parting way, into a bright light.  His eyes snapped open, and a swirling vortex exploded from his palm.  His smile became a bit more distinct.  Rift had left him something...  something that he needed the three of them to unlock.

 

He reached into the vortex, and grasped onto something long, slender, but with a bit of weight to one end of the object.  He pried it free from the vortex, a glistening gold rod, tipped at the base with a crystaline arrow-head.  At its opposite end was a large mallet, with more of the arrow-heads protruding from the flat parts of the hammer.  An ivory cloth was wrapped along the full length of the mallet's shaft.

 

The Ban-Hammer.  A legendary weapon that Rift had created to destroy members of the community whom had broken the rules.  Whom had taken things to an extreme that Rift did not permit.  A weapon that was collecting dust in Rift's arsenal...  until now that is.

 

A weapon that was perfect for dispatching these creatures.

 

Spark-bot zipped from his kneel a few feet, materializing above the abomination that had hurt Humming, heaving the weapon up above his head, and bringing it down on the creature with a mighty swing.  Its skull shattered beneath the spiked hammer, and the creature's body discentigrated.

 

Only one left.  Bot zipped across the ground, bringing his weapon down, alongside him, and broke into a spin as he neared his foe, using the momentum to strike the second abomination--the creature was vaulted into the air with an inhuman shriek, as its body too dissolved.  

 

Sparkbot landed, ashes raining down around him, as the Ban Hammer flickered a moment and dissolved away in a cascade of light.  He smiled, knowing that Rift, even though he was nowhere to be found, was still watching over him and those whom had called the Mansion their homes.

 

TEAM 2

"Tch."  the stranger spoke, bringing up his claw, as it folded again--the outer talons flexed and contorted, taking the shape of a bow of sorts.  The middle folded over, revealing a hidden slot--a barrel, as a thin, but sturdy string stretched between the limbs of this odd-looking bow.  "I was hoping I could finish this with furniture."  he took the string in his hands, drew it back, arm trembling against the string itself, and let it loose.

 

The barrel of the weapon whistled as a set of arrows propelled from it, zipping through the air at Liz.

 

~~~

 

Code charged forward, there weren't many enemies left.  He swung hard, the enemy bringing up his firearm to block the blow, but the construct sword sliced through it like butter, the edges of the cut glowing orange, as Code kicked the man in the chest, dropping him into the dirt, and fired a killshot into his face with the handcannon he bore.

 

Another lunged, as the handcannon flickered a moment--he was armed with a shotgun.  Code had to accomodate him.  The flickering weapon changed shape, becoming a sub-machine-gun.  The thug moved in slow motion as he lifted the weapon up, and Code slapped its barrel aside with the flat of his sword, closing the distance in a blink and bringing the SMG to his foe stomach and firing in a continuous burst up, a nice, ugly line of red appearing on the man's clothing as he fell back, dead.

 

The last bits ran at full speed at him, readying their assault rifles and trying to keep from closing the gap between them and their dangerous foe.

 

Would not matter.  Code could close the distance without even moving, they would find.

 

The sword and SMG changed again--their time twisting and contorting into a pair of iridescent red 9MM glocks.  He leveled the barrels, firing a barrage at his foes, a fine red mist exploding out of their backs.

 

There was a momentary pause, Code keeping his pistols trained on his foes, before the bodies started to collapse.  Code relaxed, his weapons flickering and evaporating.  He turned back towards Nebiros, with a sigh.  "Sorry about that.  I got a little eag--"  he began, stopping the moment he realized it.

 

Nebiros was gone.

 

He looked around, searching for her face amongst the strobes, but found nothing.

 

He thought about looking for her, but before he could pursue this train of thought, a clamour arose from the backrooms.  From where Liz had led Vertigo.  He turned on his heel.  "Security camera footage?"  he inquired, as Bey flickered in his left eye.  She shook her head, a distressed look on her face.

 

"Someone has taken them out.  Can't get a visual back there."  she replied.

 

"Liz?"  he had a feeling that Liz was there to assassinate Vertigo.  It would make sense for her to cover up the deed by taking out anything that might record the deed.  However, Bey shook her head.

 

"The only camera still functioning is broadcasting this."  she said, the image appearing in his left eye.  Code frowned.

 

The shattered lens showed a partial picture, the tail of a white arrow sticking out from the splintered glass.  He knew the moment that he saw it--who these arrows belonged to.  "Crap."  he said.  "Looks like Vertigo has more than just the fodder for henchmen."

 

Bey appeared in place of the image.  "Is it him, you think?"

 

"Seems to be his M.O."  Code frowned.  A soldier he had encountered as Robert Ceil.  A mercenary.  An assassin.  Wherever the money lead him, he was there.  And lots of times, it put him at odds with CSESEC and the ERASER Program.  And even against Erasers, he was more than a match.  He knew nothing of Liz, but she was still in danger, no matter the level of her fighting prowess.

 

The White Wolf was not to be trifled with.

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"Y-Yes... At least, u-um, I think so," Humming gasped out in shock. For the moment, she said nothing further and could only watch as Sparkbot summoned something like a large hammer. It was perhaps the strangest hammer Humming herself had ever seen, but she had no time to process why the weapon looked familiar. 

 

Sparkbot wielded the weapon with ease and destroyed the black evil creatures as if he had been doing this every day for years. As the weapon disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, a flood of relief washed over the injured young woman. The knots of anxiety in her stomach started to loosen and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath while watching Sparkbot fight.

 

The things were gone. Finally, finally gone.

 

The wound itself was shallow, thankfully, but it didn't make it sting any less. The cuts spread over Humming's shoulder and most of her upper arm. The circle of blood had spread from the bottom of her neck to her elbow, staining most of the sleeve of her dress. It looked like much at first glance. Fortunately, there wasn't as much blood lost; it was like getting three giant paper cuts.

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Liz didn't understand how the bracers worked - it had taken her months to even figure out that the crackling bands of morphic, violet energy could be bent by her will. They hadn't come with an instruction manual, and she still suspected there were features she was unware of. But she did know one thing.

 

When hardened into the glassy armor characteristic of their active state, nothing could penetrate the surface.

 

Through sheer luck she caught two of the arrows, one with her left wrist, the other in her right palm; the shock of the momentum sent a painful jolt up each arm. A third whistled past her torso, but one hit home, lodging itself deep in her left shoulder. The bolt missed shattering the joint but still dealt a disabling blow, losing Liz the strength of her left arm. The arrowhead ground against bone as she moved and she was acutely aware that, once the adrenaline wore off, she would be in a tremendous amount of pain. With a swipe of her right hand she cut the bolt down to the barest bit of shaft - taking the arrow out would only do more damage, but at least now it wouldn't catch on anything or hinder her further. 

 

Then Liz closed with the stranger, snarling as she slashed at the gaps in the joints of his armor.

 

"I just want to know..." She hissed, breathing heavily between strikes. "How much is my head worth? A thousand? Ten thousand?" She kicked, aiming for the soft spot in the complex joints of the knee, but none of her attacks carried much force. She needed to exhaust him... and then she would run. I hope the roof door isn't locked. The hot, wet trickle of blood down her chest reminded her that her own endurance was now strictly limited. 

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TEAM 1

 

"MY HEALING SKILLS AREN'T WHAT THEY ONCE WERE, BUT..."  Sparkbot began, as his body shimmered for a moment, a red cross appearing on his chest, and a stethoscope materializing around his neck, as well as a reflective disk appearing strapped to his head.  "DID SOMEONE CALL FOR A MEDIC?"  he said, holding a hand over his ally, as a green light began to cascade over Humming, the wound's depth beginning to shallow even more, shrinking and closing.  All that was left was a bit of dried blood.  "NOW, HOW DOES THAT FEEL?"

 

DocBot was far too busy tending to his wounded ally to notice that Nell had disappeared during the chaos.

 

TEAM 2

 

Code grumbled to himself.  "Sure could use the Eraser Gear for something like this."

 

Bey materialized in his peripheral once more.  She shook her head.  "Make do with what we have access to."

 

"At some point we will have to get that suit back, you know?"  Code insisted, as Bey nodded.  "I have a feeling that one day, the White Wolf will be the least of our worries."

 

~~~

 

The White Wolf watched as Liz destroyed two of his projectiles with ruthless efficiency, took the brunt of the third, and moved to close the distance between them, the crackling bands of energy slashing at him without relent.  He had the time to fold his bow into its claw form once more, however, while she moved.  He swatted one of her attacks away, but the other connected, catching him in the side.  

 

He did not even flinch.

 

"I just want to know..." She hissed, breathing heavily between strikes. "How much is my head worth? A thousand? Ten thousand?"

 

Her next strike hit his knee--it shattered under the force, but still, he made no sound, merely took to one knee under the force of the blow.  She was trying to wear him down--he could tell by her tactics.

 

Did not matter.

 

He stood back up, the bone crackling like her energy claws as he did, resetting itself as he stood to his full height.  "I only know that there is a price.  As to what it was, I never really payed it heed."  he admitted, with a confident chuckle.  "I was only interested in fighting the notorious 'Liz.'"  he added, wriggling his wounded leg to show that it had healed up nicely in the short amount of time that had passed.  "Regenerative Properties."  he preempted his foe's wariness from him recovering from such a crippling blow.  "I doubt you share such an attribute."  he said, aiming a kick for where his projectile had hit home.

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"Great, I'm notorious now..." Liz muttered with a heavy dose of sarcasm, not really putting any effort into her comeback. She took the moment the stranger's reply occupied to assess the situation. 

 

She hadn't expected any of her blows to do much; if the man could walk around in armor that looked that heavy he must've been a virtual fortress of muscle. That she'd landed any blows surprised her, but she quickly saw why - wounds didn't matter to this man. Her eyes widened as his leg seemed to reset itself before her eyes, his knee popping back out to face the correct direction with a loud crackle and his muscle and ligaments no doubt re-knitting themselves beneath his armor and skin and muscle. Just who the **** is this guy!

 

There was no time to ask. Liz knew she had to leave, and fast.

 

The White Wolf preempted her, though; she twisted to dodge but wasn't fast enough. Bloodloss was slowing her... or perhaps this stranger was both stronger and faster than her. That hardly seemed fair, but hardly within her control. His kick didn't quite hit home but still wrenched the inch or so of bolt sticking from Liz's shoulder painfully to the size; she screamed as she felt muscle tear and arrowhead grind on bone. But she moved with the attack and let the force of his blow throw her backwards in a controlled fall. The second scream, when her left foot hit the ground and her previously injured ankle crumpled under her, was quieter. 

 

Disengaging her claws with a soft electrical sssssnak, she pushed herself to her feet and drew one of her pistols in her right hand. The club had, thankfully, mostly emptied by now - the fighting was painfully obvious to even the most drunken and drugged club-goer. Anyone still remaining was either smart enough to keep down or nobody she would've minded hitting with a stray bullet, anyway. Thirteen rounds.

 

She pointed the weapon at the White Wolf and fired twice; without her other arm to stabilize her aim was too poor to target anything precisely. Eleven rounds

 

Praying that no bodies or debris were obscured by the fog generators and the dim lighting, she limped backwards towards the access door for the music and lighting control booth. The DJ had long since fled, leaving the narrow staircase free and open. As she moved, she noted Vertigo, still pinned beneath the remainder of the booth. She wasn't sure if he was dead, knocked out, or simply trapped.

 

BLAK BLAK BLAK.

 

There was still her job, after all. Couldn't let herself be known as someone who didn't fulfill her contracts. A hit was a hit, after all... eight rounds.

 

She moved as fast as her ankle would allow for the access staircase; from in there she'd be able to take an even more cramped staircase to the rafters, and then a short ladder to the roof itself. Once she was on the roof, she'd be home-free; no matter what tricks this White Wolf had up his sleeve she doubted they included her brand of mobility, if he even fit through the door. If he did... well, then she was probably already dead, and the stranger was just toying with her. 

 

Liz turned her weapon back at the White Wolf again and squeezed the trigger twice more. Six rounds.

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Stratus looked over his new ally. If she could recall the past...If she were to bring back those skills...then maybe, they stood a chance. This was it the moment he'd been waiting for with out knowing. A chance to fight back.

Getting himself worked up he realized there was still a deep gash in his side that he had probably made worse while fighting off the beasts.

 

"I'm glad you're alright Gillz. These things are relentless though and we need to move. Docbot will you accompany us?"

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TEAM 1

 

If that steel face could portray a look of disbelief it would have.  But DocBot would simply have to settle for a blank, unblinking stare.  "WAS THERE ANY DOUBT, STRATUSNOVA?  HOWEVER, BEFORE WE START MOVING..."  he spoke, waving a hand as the same green glow washed over Stratus.  In this form, he could not only heal wounds...  he could see them.  The wound itself.  The blood draining through it.  The pain it was causing, and even the directions in which the pain radiated.  But like all of his odd-jobs, this one was not exempt from the cardinal rule--

 

--DocBot's Clerical Position was but temporary.  As soon as his action had been completed, his appearance returned to normal in a glimmer of pale blue.

 

TEAM 2

 

Even though this fight had been about wearing him down, the White Wolf had in fact turned the tide on Liz.  But now...

 

...he was bored.

 

His wounded prey was limping back towards the exit, firing wildly in his direction.  Her wounds would not allow her to steady her weapon, and the bullets were flying randomly in his direction.  He had expected more, to be honest.  After all...  for all he remember of Liz, this particular incarnation was something of a disappointment.

 

He mentally distanced himself from that nostalgia.  It made him weak.  When he started thinking about that...  about the old days, then he would show mercy.  Not something he could afford in these dark times.  But still...  it was refreshing to see Liz again, no matter how briefly.  The White Wolf poised himself--he could clear the distance between him and his retreating opponent in a fraction of a second, and end this before Liz even realized it was over...  he felt that he at least owed her that much.

 

He lunged, claw outstretched, zipping through the air with blinding speed...  but he came to a stop far sooner than he expected.  "..."  he stared down at the obstacle in his path, unamused.  "You."  he said with disgust.  "I had a feeling I'd run into you here."

 

Code gritted his teeth--he had taken the pronged gauntlet through the shoulder.  He hadn't been able to generate anything to stop the Wolf's charge...  so he put something immovable between him and his target.  "Code, what the hell were you thinking?!"  Bey shouted in his head.

 

'Relax, he missed anything important.'  "You know me, Wolf.  Never one to disappoint."  Code gritted his teeth.  Loosing blood.  He had to get the claw out for the wound to start to heal.  

 

"Tell that to CSESEC.  Word is, they are pretty peeved after what happened."  the Wolf chuckled.  "You've got a price on your head, too.  I'm sure nowhere near the level of your lady-friend's...  but then again, I don't think its the same person gunning for you."  he added.  "Not that it matters."

 

"You still standing there?"  Code spoke to Liz, grabbing the gauntlet-clad arm with his still-usable one.  "You'd better get running.  You don't stand a chance against this guy."

 

"You don't either!"  Bey shouted in his head.

 

'Nonsense.  The Wolf is far too strategic.  In a way, I am the greatest weapon to use against him.'  he thought, raring back and head-butting the wolf, cracking his helmet and sending a messy blood-drip down his own face.  'A wild card.'

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"Thank you."

 

Humming stared at where she had been scratched at barely five minutes ago, marveling briefly at how quickly Docbot had healed the both of them. But Stratus was right. This was no time to rest. They had to keep moving. 

 

As frightened as the young lady felt about what else awaited them, staying here would just make them sitting ducks. She scrambled to her feet quickly.

 

It wasn't much, but she pushed back the fear in her mind as much as she could and then gripped the pistol tightly. "Yes, we should definitely keep moving. I don't want those things to come back."

 

Seeing that Sparkbot had changed back to its original form again, Humming inquired, "What else you can change into?" It was more of a rhetorical question. 

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TEAM 1

 

At the suggestion of the others, Sparbot raised its hand, a small, navigational compass materializing above its palm--a holographic display that could be manipulated with the touch of a finger.  A few blinking dots appeared on the read-out, signifying the group's current position, and a group of X-marked icons identifying the sites of death of the creatures that had attacked them.  There was no dot to signify Nell.  As Sparkbot had thought, he had disappeared...  to where was uncertain...  but one thing was more certain than anything at this point.

 

A white arrow icon appeared on the edge of the compass--a waypoint.  Sparkbot pointed in the direction of the waypoint.  "THE GROUP NEEDS TO MAKE IT BACK TO THE CITY."  he spoke.  "THERE IS AN OLD MAINTENANCE ELEVATOR TO THE NORTH-EAST THAT SHOULD GIVE YOU ACCESS."  That was the easy part, of course.  There was undoubtedly some resistance to be found on the way...  both from the creatures that had ambushed them here and from soldiers protecting the entrances of the city itself.  It would be a hazardous operation...  but not impossible.

 

"What else you can change into?"  Humming spoke, as Sparkbot paused a moment.

 

"I HAVE HAD MANY SHAPES AND FORMS, HUMMINGGILLZ."  he answered.  "UNFORTUNATELY, NOT ALL OF THEM ARE AVAILABLE TO ME AT PRESENT.  EVEN DOCBOT SEEMS TO HAVE RECENTLY ACTIVATED."  he added, dismissing the holographic display.  "IT IS MY HOPE THAT THESE OTHER FUNCTIONS WILL CONTINUE TO ACTIVATE ALONG THIS JOURNEY."  He had theorized that perhaps it was their presence here that had awakened his new form and powers.  Perhaps not...  but still, it was worth thinking on.

 

~~~

TEAM 2

 

The White Wolf lunged, striking out at Code.  I'm going to need half-strength constructs...  just enough to match his attacks and generate rapid ones.  he spoke inwardly, Bey nodding in his peripheral.  He raised his arm, a crimson sword appearing, and shattering into bits under the force of the Wolf's claws.  He gritted his teeth, willing the shards into motion, sending them forward into the Wolf in a torrent--he grunted, staggering back, as the bits of construct weaponry dissolved away, a pair of single-edged axes appearing in his hands.

 

He spun, slashing out at the Wolf with ferocity, each construct shattering, and Code repeating the process.

 

The hits weren't damaging, but they were overwhelming.  And that was what Code was going for.  He had no hope of winning a fight with the Wolf without his Eraser armor...

 

So right now, all he could do is keep throwing fragment storms at him and hope it bought the two soldiers enough time to make a run for it.

 

However, the Wolf seemed to realize his tactic.  He put distance between himself and the Ex-Eraser, converting his weapon into bow-mode.  He drew back the string and let loose a barrage of arrows.

 

And Code spread his arms, a myriad of construct walls raising between him and his foe.  The arrows punched through several layers, finally stopping short--but the translucent shielding he had created only did one other thing in this situation--drained Code severely.  Sweat poured down his forehead.  How many left?  he asked, dreading the answer.

 

Two more, one full-strength.  Bey spoke, as Code nodded.  He had to make his next move count.

 

He darkened his other constructs, making it impossible to see through them, as he prepared his next move--he rared back with his right arm, as bits of red energy began to layer over his fist, making a powerful looking gauntlet of pure hardlight.  He gritted his teeth, as a similar energy swept around his eyes, taking the form of glasses, to protect his eyes from what he was about to do.  He rared back, and struck hard in the dead center of the constructed shield wall closest to him--the blow so powerful that it decimated the others in a shockwave, creating billions of fragments.

 

He focused, dismissing the gauntlet and channeling whatever energy he had left into directing the fragments--he created a storm of hardlight that would slow and blind his foe at least until he and Liz were able to escape.  He hurried, sparing a passing glance at the collapsed Vertigo, and stood before Liz.  "Come on, can't keep it going for--"  he began, his left eye suddenly darkening, his vision doing the same.  He gritted his teeth harder, closing his left eye.  "We've got to go now!"  he said.

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Humming nodded in understanding. It was quite a relief to know that Sparkbot was also a compass, among many other possible things. She would have dreaded getting lost here.

 

She felt more confident. Fuller. Maybe not as brave, but there was a slight improvement there too. Knowing that she was not alone, that she wasn't going to be alone in this ordeal comforted her. Repressed memories, powers, and all.

 

"Let's get going."

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"Let's!" Stratus exclaimed through a grimace as he attempted to hide the severity of the wound in his left side. Gripping it lightly with his left hand he made sure the bleeding had stopped.

"Long way to go and I'm sure Monger hasn't made the city easy to breech. On to the next adventure."

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Just who the hell is this character? Liz watched, briefly stunned, as the familiar stranger interposed himself between her and the White Wolf. Someone really stupid, I guess. The bloodloss left her feeling dizzy and warm, but her instinctive cynicism was still cold and sharp. Steadying herself against the narrow doorframe that led to the DJ booth, she tensed her legs to force blood back to her head and rested her right wrist on her left forearm crossed in front of her waist. Braced as she was she could shoot - and she did - two rounds directly at Vertigo's head. The shock of the recoil hurt brutally, but even if she'd been able to fire further she suspected the armored maniac her "friend" was fighting would just shrug it off. And anyway, it'd be a shame to accidentally kill the idiot while he's fighting to keep me alive

 

Weighing her blood loss against her now-expanded options, Liz opted to head for the back door. Fear and adrenaline drove her, endorphins blocking the worst of the pain she knew she should've been feeling from her ankle. She could run if she had to, but not for long - she instead adopted a long loping limp while half-crouched along the length of the bar. Her pistol was still clutched in her right hand even though it was functionally useless - she wasn't sure she could re-holster it successfully and losing the weapon would be a shame. 

 

"We've got to go now!" Code yelled at her and she nodded, giving him a flat stare that said what do you think I'm trying to do right now? But in response she increased her pace, moving from a limp to a jog that she knew she'd regret in the morning. Just get out, she thought, making a beeline for the alley. Then she'd limp the remaining four blocks to where she'd parked her transport... if this stranger didn't decide to start asking questions first. Somehow she had a sinking sense of inevitability about the matter. If this medieval madman doesn't kill him first.

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TEAM 1

 

With nothing more to say, Sparkbot turned in the direction of the tower rising into the sky over the horizon.  "IF WE HEAD IN THAT DIRECTION, THERE SHOULD BE MINIMAL ENEMY INTERFERENCE IN OUR TREK."  he spoke, turning to the group.  "BUT I SUGGEST WE GET MOVING NOW.  THESE SORTS OF ENEMIES LIKE TO RETREAT AND REGROUP."  he spoke.

 

 

TEAM 2

 

He had no choice but to defend in the face of the chaotic storm that had been unleashed upon him--he could not move for the swirling bits of construct hardlight, spinning in a variable vortex that might have ripped him to shreds had he stepped outside of the small realm of safety that the Eraser had left him.  He couldn't help but wonder why he had left him such a safe-zone...  but this Eraser did not have the merciless fighting style that his kin normally had...  nor the armor they were infamous for.

 

He felt he had met him before...  but such thoughts were weaknesses in combat.

 

Next time he crossed paths with this Eraser, he would focus all of his attention on him.

 

~~~

 

Bey was out of commission for the time being.  He kept his interface eye clamped shut as he hurried behind Liz.  The constructs would shatter in a few minutes...  "I hope you have some sort of..."  he trailed off, concentrating, trying to remember what he was about to say.  "...vehicle...  because in my state, I have nothing I can conjure...  and I'm not even sure I would be able to drive it."

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AS THE ACTIVITY HAS SLOWED TO A STAND STILL, I AM CLOSING THIS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.  WE MAY CONTINUE LATER IF ENOUGH REQUESTS COME IN.  I APPRECIATE EVERYONE'S INVOLVEMENT IN THIS RP, AND GIVE YOU ALL A HAND.  THE LOT OF YOU KEPT THIS GOING, AND I APPRECIATE THAT.


 


THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT.


 


-Code


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