You give Jessica a quick thumbs up as she moves up to the beast, firing little blue shots from her finger gun as Gulp struggles to right itself. Meanwhile, the lone monk has helped Peter two his feet, before both of them move on the left shoulder and begin whaling on the orb there until Gulp, with a final thrash, pulls itself upwards and lets lose with a wild sweep of it's trident. The monk ducks the attack, but Peter has a different idea. He jumps onto the weapon and runs up it. The beast see's this and sends a shock of energy through it, but at that point Peter has already leapt off the handle toward the damaged shoulder. He draws his fist back and lands one last solid punch, shattering the blackened orb. The beast lets out a metallic yelp and it trident falls from it's hand, it's arm limp and useless.
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>Have Peter grab the trident and launch it while Jessica ignites it into a rocket for a finishing blow.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
Peter seizes the opportunity provided, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around the handle of the trident. He grunts at the strain of trying to lift the heavy weapon, but manages to hoist it onto his shoulder of Gulp recovers from his staggering and rushes forward at it. It looks to be a colossal battle.
Or it would be, if Peter were actually capable of wielding the Trident at all. You let out a small gasp as you realize that he can't possibly swing that thing. The strain is to much for him to even move, and to soon the monster is upon him, raising it's good hand for the kill. That's when Jessica makes her move, running in behind Peter. She whips her hand down at his feet, with a flick of her wrist and a snap of her fingers. Like a flash of lightning, the enter area surrounding Peter is engulfed in a azure light. Only for an instant. Then it happens. Peter Explodes. The Trident Explodes. Jessica Explodes. Everything slows down. You see the blast crater, a circular scar in the earth. You see what looks like Peter, tumbling end over end through the air, thrown like a leaf by the force of it. You see the trident, propelled forward toward the still attacking Gulp, spinning like a drill. You see Jessica standing on one side of the crater, hair flapping wildly every which way. You see Jessica's wide smile, and the blue of the blast reflected for a moment in her eyes. Then time starts again. Peter goes tumbling onto the grass, coming to a rest against the far wall. He is followed very quickly by Gulp, impaled through the shoulder by his own weapon, the last orb shattered to bits. He is slammed into the wall beside Peter, the trident the only thing holding him upright. The rest of him just limps there, like a stringless puppet. It's mouth sags open, and something falls out of it and bounces on the grass. "Holy crap." You turn and see the new guy, quietly looking over you shoulder. "Is he dead?" You can't tell if he's talking about the monster or Peter. VICTORY! >COMMAND?
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> Tend to Peter
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Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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>Seconded (I promise, I'll try to join in more after this...)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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You dive out of the hole. The new guy follows you. As you run past Jessica, you can hear her talking to herself.
"Blueberry Burst? Nah, to much like a cereal name...." But it's quickly drowned out as you reached the groaning, moaning Peter. That was good, it meant he wasn't dead. But he also wasn't responsive. Instead of answering you, he rolled around o the ground. You reach out to steady him, but your touch only illicit another yelp of pain. You quickly draw your hand back. It strange, because other than the fall bruises, he looks fine. Suddenly, a shadow falls across you. "Say, what would you guys call that last attack. I honestly can't think in terms of blue.," you hear Jessica say. "New guy, get that thing that fell out of gulps mouth." He looks at you, down at Peter, and up and Jessica, nods, and gets out of dodge. You look up at her. "You could have killed him!" She looks disinterested. "Nah, I can't. Can't teamkill, one of the rules. If it's your color, you can't kill it. All I could have possibly done to him was put him in agonizing pain." She kneels down to Peters level. "Sorry, but it was really your fault." she says to him. All he does is whimper in response. " Only thing to do is wait it out. He'll be up in a minute, tops." The new guy chooses that moment to return with the orb, the Monk following him close behind. He tosses it to you. "You're welcome." >TALK: JESSICA >TALK: NEW GUY > TALK: PETER >OTHER?
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>TALK: Jessica
>What do you mean "he will be up in a minute"? >Also...Royal Munition
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
"Well, every time a red was didn't get out of the way in time the pain faded to nothing in a minute or two. Tops. You know, if an enemy didn't kill them on the ground."
She says this casually. "Their fault for being in the way." The new guy takes a noticeable step away from her. >THE FIGHT >PETER >HEIR OF POWER >OTHER >TALK: NEW GUY >TALK: PETER
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>Reprimand: She would show more skill if she could be more precise
>The Fight
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
"You know, you could pay to be a little more precise."
"Awww, look at you. You think I care. Besides, it was your stupid idea." "Huh?" "That whole ' Trident rocket thing'. You're the one that called for it." "No I didn't." Yes you...." she pauses, and looks unsure. She dismisses this. "No, no, it had to have been you." You're positive you didn't say anything. >THE FIGHT She looks up at the body of her pet, almost a terrifying in death as it was in life. "This is so disappointing, you have no idea. I thought something that came from me would put up a better fight. But nope, just a mid-boss. Pathetic." New word: Boss Upgrades a standard Creep into a boss creep. One Charge. >THE TRIDENT ROCKET STRATEGY? >PETER? >HEIR OF POWER? >OTHER? >TALK: NEW GUY >TALK: PETER
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>THE TRIDENT ROCKET STRATEGY
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>THE TRIDENT ROCKET STRATEGY
"What do you want to know, you're the one that came up with it." "What exactly did I tell you to do?" "He was going to pick up the spear and throw it, then I hit it with a blast from behind to finish the fight." Peter lets out another moan. She turns back to him. "To bad he was to weak to actually throw it. That would have been cool. Instead, I had to make due. Still pretty cool though." "And I told you to do this?" "Yeah, both of us. I mean, maybe I didn't hear properly...." She closes her eyes, and tries to remember. "Yeah, no, it had to have been you. Heat of battle and all that, probably registered on instinct." "Uh..." You both look up at the newbie, standing behind you. He seems kind of nervous. "Well, it's just, I was right behind Arthur there. I didn't hear him say anything." You feel a chill go down your spine, and experience the uncomfortable sensation of being watched. You look around the empty Vally, but no one is here other than the 4 of you, the living creep, and the dead one hanging on the wall. You look to your two companions, Jessica looking very confused, new guys eyes darting around. He moves closer to the monk. An uneasy silence fills the valley, punctuated only by the noises Peter is making. "Oh well, doesn't matter much." Jessica breaks the silence. "Probably just battle instinct. Lets talk about something else." "Please?" Newbie adds, still looking around. >PETER? >HEIR OF POWER? >OTHER? >TALK: NEW GUY >TALK: PETER
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>Heir of Power
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
>HEIR OF POWER
"That's more like it. I could talk for hours on that topic." she says, smiling. "What can you do?" you ask. "Anything I like. But you want specifics?" she says, standing up and walking away from the group, to the middle of the valley, where she raises a palm to the sky. On T.V. there's always a charge up, a crackling, something to indicate that a power is about to be unleashed. There is none of that here. Instead, it's as if someone had turned a valve within her. She was a dam, holding back the ocean. Energy pored into the sky, the beam at least twice a big as her and baring everything is a blue light. Then, she closes her hand, cut's the connection, closes the valve. The beam disappears into the sky. She's breathing heavily, and smiling at you and the look on your faces. The Heir. The inheritor. One who inherits the whole of their domain. Jessica possessed power, and it was her's to do with as she wished. She's breathing heavily when she walks back to you, the blast obviously the very limit to what she could do. "And that's with the defection Penalty. You should of seen me fully realized." >PENALTY? >PETER? >OTHER? >TALK: NEW GUY >TALK: PETER
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>Mention how we should leave since our location has been given away
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
"Oh, don't worry. The only nearby base is full of idiots and weaklings. Besides, Clarissa probably already knows. Not that she could do anything about it right now."
"Why?" She points up to the monster hanging from the wall. "You saw what gulp did when I defected. You know, went feral? He wasn't the only one." She grins a Cheshire grin. "I'd say that new worst team has their hands pretty full right now." Behind you, the moaning and groaning finally subside. You look down to see Peter gingerly rising to his feet. He point at Jessica. "You!" She looks behind her, and playfully points to herself. "That was AWSOME!" You're not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't that. And you certainly didn't expect them to start just chattering at one another. Jessica takes all praise in stride, and Peter seems like he enjoyed the experience. "I know, right? Usually people are all pissed off when they get caught up in one of my attacks." "The pain wasn't as cool, but flying through the air like that was. I even saw that spear hit before I fell." "Were you upside down when you saw it?" "Yep." "Did it look cooler that way?" "Totally." "Killer. I'll have to try back flipping before blowing something up." "Why would you not have been doing that before? If you can, always backflip before doing something cool." "Wise words. Wise words. You have good taste for a cretin." You aren't even sure where to begin with these two. The new guy comes up beside you. "Please tell me not everyone on blue team is insane." >MOVE ON? >KEEP TALKING?
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>Loot anything not nailed down and Move on (I'd like to continue discussion once we regroup)
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
"We should probably leave." you say. The small party looks at you. "Amanda and Armand might be in trouble, attacking the red base by themselves."
"Oh, that's where they are." Jessica says. "That's right, we have to go before they take care of all the reds without us. C'mon bro." Peter says, grabbing the monk and physically dragging him toward the door. Jessica follows along at a leisurely pace. You follow her. The newbie brings up the rear. You can hear him muttering to himself. "Great. Yeah. Let's, uh, let's do some more fighting then. Okay. Just, walk off to battle. Sure." You each make your way out the door and into the jungle beyond. The door shut behind you. CHAPTER COMPLETE
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CHAPTER 4: CANOPY MASADA
>AMANDA HORTON >ARMAND IRVING
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>AMANDA HORTON
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1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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