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Jul 29, 2009 11:29:35 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 29, 2009 11:29:35 GMT -6
E. Maybe he has some erotica. FAAAANTASTIC.
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Jul 29, 2009 13:19:15 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 29, 2009 13:19:15 GMT -6
E.
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Jul 29, 2009 13:26:54 GMT -6
Post by BastionCon on Jul 29, 2009 13:26:54 GMT -6
B for the model.
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Jul 29, 2009 14:15:50 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2009 14:15:50 GMT -6
A
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Jul 29, 2009 15:57:55 GMT -6
Post by bongo on Jul 29, 2009 15:57:55 GMT -6
Please choose B for meh.
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Jul 29, 2009 16:25:35 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 29, 2009 16:25:35 GMT -6
A...
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Jul 29, 2009 18:48:41 GMT -6
Post by Abdul on Jul 29, 2009 18:48:41 GMT -6
b
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Jul 29, 2009 20:38:44 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 29, 2009 20:38:44 GMT -6
I change my vote to B.
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Jul 29, 2009 23:23:16 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 29, 2009 23:23:16 GMT -6
Coming to Bridget's rescue, you enter the small storage room. "Hey there you two. Are your lavish accommodations to your liking?" You exaggerate a hand motion around the drab area. "Very much so, thank you." She curtsies much like a wench would do in Medieval Times, giggling playfully upon doing so. John remains quiet, secluding himself to the corner of the room. He isn't taking his chance so it's time for me to move in.
"Well Bridget, would you enlighten me to something? How does such a....radiant person find themselves in the middle of Nowhere, Colorado?" You ask very nonchalantly. "Radiant? Well aren't you just the sweetest little thing? I was actually here on business. I have my own clothing line, Erickson Ware. I was going to showcase the end of Summer outfit I'm currently wearing. What do you think?" She strikes a pose for you in an instant, her legs pressed together while she furls her hair in her hands.
You shift yourself in place, your lower extremities begging to be released. "Ah...gorgeous." You peep, finding it very difficult to speak at this time. "Why thank you, you're no slacker yourself." She winks seductively at you, which acts as the single straw that breaks the camel's back.
"Ugh." John groans in disgust then barges out of the room, feeling rejected. "John!" Bridget calls after him but he keeps walking. "That was entirely uncalled for. I'm sorry, he's been smitten with me since the moment we met. I owe him my life but I could say the same of you as well. I think he's stuck living in a fantasy world where I fall at his knees everytime he comes into view. " She tells you in confidence.
"I don't believe it's anything that extreme. He's probably just nervous about approaching such a fascinating woman. You may not think it but men are intimidated by the likes of you." You say to her softly. "You don't seem to be intimidated." She replies as you notice she has drawn closer. "Oh I am, I'm just able to overcome my fear unlike some people." You feel a new ease in the air within Bridget's company, the following time flies by as you converse with on anything that comes to mind.
Your blissful moments with the model are cut short when Brad charges through the Security Room, requesting everybody come to the monitors. "Look at this." He points you to one of them overseeing the Entrance Plaza. To your astonishment, a massive crowd of cultists and zombies have gathered on the bottom floor. They are locked in combat, dead bodies piling up along the ground as it drags on.
"That's not the entire thing. Watch this one." You gaze at a montior viewing the second floor, where Sean is watching the carnage below him unfold with a smug grin. You would love to wipe that smirk off his face right now but you keep watching. Behind him, a small altar of some sort has been erected hastily. It looks very shoddy but decent enough to serve its purpose. Two wooden poles stand tall and isolated, they must bear great importance.
Sean yells something to one of his subordinates, who quickly rush off to obey his orders. A few moments later, he and two others return with captives. One of them is a woman clad in a foreign outfit and the other has on exotic apparel. "Isabella!" You gasp upon closer inspection. The women try to escape but are held in place by their foes. They are tied to the posts, where they remain when Jessie turns to you.
"We think they're planning some kind of ritualistic...sacrifice." She whispers to you, doing so to avoid alarming everyone else. "I'm going to help them but I'll need assistance. I can't take on that many people by myself." Brad tells everybody as he readies himself to depart. "I'll be joining him, we need everyone that is willing to help." Jessie interjects after him. You stroke your chin as you wonder who would best serve where so that you might suggest to Brad a battle plan.
Again, something doesn't feel right about this entire situation. Even in the Security Room, you are receiving very upsetting vibes.
Grim Sense: Severe
Vitality: 80% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Fire axe Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Tell Brad who should stay behind and who should accompany him, the Security Room shouldn't be left unguarded
B) Suggest that everyone come along, every last body would be of use in the battle be it for better or worse
C) Offer up another tactic, wait a few moments before rushing into the Entrance Plaza. Perhaps the cultists will be driven back by the zombies
D) Say the cold hard truth, that Isabella and the woman are doomed and that they can't be saved
If you vote A, who should come along: 1. John, he knows how to fight and would be of much help 2. Bridget, she could act as a lookout from a distance and warn anyone if they are about to be attacked from behind 3. Cliff, obvious reasons 4. Frank, same as Cliff
Then who should stay: 5) Jessie, she would only get in the way but there is no sure fire way to convince her of staying
6) Bridget, she is unarmed and would best serve to stay in the Security Room
7) John, he could watch anyone that stays behind as well
8) Cliff, hardly anyone would stand a chance against this lumbering veteran if they assaulted the Security Room
9) Frank, this reporter would have no trouble holding his own against possible assailants in these cramped quarters
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Jul 29, 2009 23:42:54 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 29, 2009 23:42:54 GMT -6
I'll say C.
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Jul 29, 2009 23:53:12 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2009 23:53:12 GMT -6
A14568
Tell Jessie to watch the monitors. If she doesn't listen you could always use the mighty Pimp Hand.
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Jul 30, 2009 0:43:36 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 30, 2009 0:43:36 GMT -6
A
3 and 4
5, 6, 7 stay
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Jul 30, 2009 20:21:16 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 30, 2009 20:21:16 GMT -6
C. I want splosions.
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Jul 30, 2009 21:49:43 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 30, 2009 21:49:43 GMT -6
A,
1 and 4,
5, 6, and 8.
There. Now make with the updatez.
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Jul 31, 2009 7:48:45 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 31, 2009 7:48:45 GMT -6
What Ace said.
A,
1 and 4,
5, 6, and 8.
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Aug 2, 2009 18:48:30 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Aug 2, 2009 18:48:30 GMT -6
"Brad, can I talk to you about something first?" You ask him in a hushed tone, it'd be best to keep this between yourselves. "Yeah, let's head out here so we can have some privacy." You head through the gathered crowd of people behind Brad, who is looking very tense at the moment. "I think we should position a few people here in the Security Room so that they'll be out of harm's way. Also, someone should stay behind to look after them as well as the area itself. I just have a feeling something might happen in our absence. Obviously, Jessie should stay behind. I know she can handle herself but with that many hostiles grouped so close together, things might get too hectic to keep an eye on her." You suggest to him. "That sounds like a good idea. I know how stubborn she is but I'll make see reason. Let me fill in the rest, you want the model to stay here as well, eh? She doesn't look like the fighting type. She seems a bit sweet on you, ya lucky dog." Brad winks and nudges you with his elbow, prompting a slight flush of color to your face and a denial of the obvious. "Yeah yeah, I wish. Anyway, I think Cliff should stay behind. He's a towering obstacle that easily prevent anything from happening in here." Having reached a mutual agreement, the two of you return to the others and present the plan. "What?! I'm not sitting back while you do all the work! I'm coming Brad and that's that." Jessie huffs while, placing face directly into Brad's. "You know that's not the way it is. Answer me honestly Jessie, do you really believe that if you come with us, you won't be ripped apart viciously by the zombies or possibly even captured by the people in the raincoats? With all the fighting that's going to be happening, you might wind up surrounded with no one to help. What do you plan on doing then?" He stares into his partner's eyes for a brief moment, a look that shares a mixture of emotions. "F-fine. I'll stay here." Having seen reason and feeling a bit defeated, she slumps into her chair in front of the monitors. "I'll go along with it. I wouldn't be much help out there anyway." Bridget complies willingly much to your relief. "I guess I'll look after 'em then." Cliff nods then leaves the room, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the world. "That leaves the rest of you to come with us. Let's head out, I don't think those lunatics plan on waiting much longer." Brad orders. "All right." John twirls his axe in his hands, following immediately after him. "You can count on me." Frank offers his confidence then departs as well. You are left alone with Jessie and Bridget, both of whom seem to have something to say. "Well, guess I better get going. Don't give Cliff too much trouble." You tell them. Having offered your salutations, you leave as silence envelops the room. "Wait." Bridget calls as you prepare to climb into the vents. "You'd better come back or else I'll kick your ass, okay?" She giggles. "Can do. I really need to get going now." With that said, she returns to the back area of the Security Room. She struts as she walks though as if to offer you motivation to return. Upon exiting onto the roof, the entire group makes the trek to the Entrance Plaza. Any zombies in your path are dispatched of by the nearest person, John cleaves one across the chest in the warehouse while Frank snaps one's neck in Paradise Plaza. "Just wait, let's see what they're up to." Brad says once all of you are within the Entrance Plaza. You hold your tongue as you observe the movements of Sean on the second floor. From behind the stairwell, you are able to glimpse his altar from across the plaza. He watches from on high as the battle rages on between his puppets and the zombies. The smell of dead corpses fills the air along with battle shouts and death cries. Cultists throw themselves headlong at the zombies to prevent them from combing the stairs. On the opposing side, the zombies shamble toward the stairs with seemingly endless numbers. An explosion echoes off several store windows, a shockwave rattling the ground. A cultists has just sacrificed his own life to clear a dense cocentration of zombies. After surveying the carnage, you focus your sight back on the cult leader. "Bring me the blade." He orders someone behind him. A long, decorative sword is placed into his hand. "What's he saying?" John asks curiously, you had forgotten that only you are capable of hearing from such a distance. "Keep quiet, I'm listening." You tell him. Sean moves aside, offering you your first real glimpse of the other captive. She is a very beautiful woman wearing an exotic outfit. She struggles fruitlessly to escape being restrained, which only serves to anger you more. (Two pictures of the woman. The first is a close up of her: The second is a full body shot: ) Isabella on the other hand, remains motionless, staring past Sean to the ceiling. "The first sacrifice will take place at this very moment. Her spirit will serve as a vanguard that will guide us to the Gate!" He bellows at the top of his lungs, preparing his blade to strike. "He's going to kill one of them!" You exclaim, bursting forward from your cover. "Move out then!" Brad orders, taking aim with his handgun. Vitality: 85% Entourage: John Dillon 100%, Frank West 100%, Brad Garrison 100% Weapon (2 max): Fire axe Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5 A) Charge through the crowd of zombies to reach Sean, you haven't scouted the security on the second floor yet and you might be able to clear a path while the undead are still distracted B) Climb the stairwell above you to the second floor, you don't have enough time to charge across the bottom floor but you don't know how well defended the second floor is C) Call out to Sean, you might be able to distract him long enough to fight through to him D) Fight cautiously to him, charging head first would only result in injury and disorganization E) There is a strange feeling within your legs, they feel warm and seem to be bursting with energy. Maybe you can utilize this to quickly reach Sean...[-10% Vitality] This is the first time you'll freely be able to access your abilities. But the price this time around is, instead of control, it costs health to use them. A parasite is giving you the power, and thus it requires compensation for such moments.
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Aug 2, 2009 18:56:16 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Aug 2, 2009 18:56:16 GMT -6
E. Let's see what this sucker can do!
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Aug 2, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -6
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Aug 3, 2009 0:39:41 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Aug 3, 2009 0:39:41 GMT -6
E.
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Aug 3, 2009 17:55:44 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Aug 3, 2009 17:55:44 GMT -6
As you prepare to move forward, the odd sensation in your legs intensifies. What's happening? I feel as if I could outrun a cheetah. "What're you standing around for?!" John shouts amidst another clash of cultists and zombies. He is caught in the center of it, batting away multipule lunges as well as hand swipes.
"Just stay focused on what you're doing. Don't worry about me." You tell him. His reply is drowned out by a blood curdling scream from a nearby cultist. "What would happen if...WHOA!" You cry as you are launched into the air at an angle. You merely planted your foot and pushed forward, believing that nothing like this would ever happen. "HOLY SHIT!" You exclaim, the railing of the second floor drawing closer. You extend your hand and latch onto it for dear life, crushing the metal in your grasp.
A small band of cultists gape in awe, clad in darkened robes similar to those of Sean. Their pulled up hoods hide their heads but you can still their faces clearly. Even though they have been brainwashed, they are flabbergasted by your inhuman display of strength. "He has acquired the abilites of The Forsaken! The Unholy Avenger!" One of them says, breaking the silence that had overcome their trio.
"What? Forsaken, Unholy Avenger? I think you boys have gone off the deep end." You climb down from the railing, taking careful consideration not to step off like before. "We must prevent him from reaching the Master. To arms!" All three of them brandish matching katanas, moving in unison to assault you.
"Bring it then." You taunt them as they approach, slicing at you with razor sharp blades that could pierce even the thickest of hides. The first cultist whiffs a stroke at your head, which you duck and punish him for. You deliver a straight that connects with his sternum, collapsing his entire chest as he soars back, dead as a door nail.
"Damn!" You gasp at your newfound strength. "Do not falter brother. We must purify him of The Forsaken Spawn." Another cultist chants, charging you with his katana at the ready. You sidestep his attempt to stab you, leaving him completely defenseless for a moment.
"Tsk tsk, you shouldn't have done that." You say as you grab his shoulder, squeezing with such force that you shatter his bone in the socket. The crack rings in your ears, filling you with a sickening satisfaction. "Aaah." He groans in pain, his hand going limp which causes him to drop his sword. "Have a nice trip." You tell him, grasping the back of his neck as you send him sailing over the railing. He screams in horror until a dull thud signifies his demise.
"I'll take this. Not a bad blade, I guess you're next huh?" You ask of the last cultist. "For the Master!" He drones once again, boring you with the same drivel that his comrades had ranted on about. "Boring. I had hoped for more of a challenge." You sigh, intercepting his overhead chop in the blink of an eye. "You unholy spawn, you are not fit to walk this Earth." He attempts to spit on you but your sword has lodged into his adam's apple by the time his mouth has filled with saliva.
Your blade pierces through to the rear of his neck, blood spurting forth from the wound. You relish the crimson shower as it overcomes you, the cold steel of the katana stained with the color of the ruby liquid.
Removing your blade, you kick his lifeless body aside then proceed to Sean. His guards stand before him, all of whom are wearing robes identical to the previous trio you faced. "Stand aside, this blasphemous pest will meet his end by my blade." The cult leader steps foward, his guards clearing a path for their master. "But Master, He has the power of The Forsaken..." One of them quivers, frightened by your mere presence.
"I know my child. But you dare to speak out of turn? I suppose you do not hold our faith as aboslute." Without warning, Sean impales the guard through the heart, killing him instantly. "It is always a shame to lose a child due to the questioning of our faith. Now to the matter at hand. You may have the power of The Forsaken but I do not believe you know at what price." A smug grin adorns his face when you notice a tugging senstation at the rear of your skull.
"Aargh." You fall to your knee, a loss of energy snaking its way throughout your body. "The price of such power is your very life force. Every time you access it, you must pay in equal with your blood." He explains so in a monotone, an icy stare fixated on your weakened form. Didn't see this coming.
"With this blade, I shall be the one to purify this Earth of The Forsaken once and for all. But first, the sacrifice must proceed." Sean turns his attention to Isabella, who has been watching the entire time without uttering a word. He approaches her with his sword slowly, the latina woman drawing her head back when the blade is only inches from her throat. "You monster! I hope you burn in hell!" The other woman cries, watching in utter terror.
You still feel the loss of energy, but alongside it you can also sense your veins trembling with power. I can use the abilities he was talking about again, but how much would it cost me?
Vitality: 75% Entourage: None Weapon (2 max): Fire axe, Katana Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 6
A) Use your power once again, the situation calls for nothing less [-40% Vitality]
B) Stand and fight, any hesitation will only result in death on Isabella's part
C) Concede defeat, perhaps he will spare the women if you comply with his demands
D) Attempt to bargain with the cult leader, there might still be something he requires that could postpone the ceremony
E) Launch a sneak attack, use your axe as a tomahawk to kill Sean from a distance
F) Take one of his guards hostage, among them is a single figure wearing blue, distinctive robes to mark him or herself from the others
G) Meh, tell him you don't give a damn about either one of the women, you just wanted to get into their pants
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Aug 3, 2009 18:12:36 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2009 18:12:36 GMT -6
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Aug 3, 2009 18:13:10 GMT -6
Post by Basil on Aug 3, 2009 18:13:10 GMT -6
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Aug 3, 2009 19:21:01 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Aug 3, 2009 19:21:01 GMT -6
A. Consume them for health boost naow.
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Aug 3, 2009 19:36:13 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Aug 3, 2009 19:36:13 GMT -6
Despite my gut feeling, I'll go with A.
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Aug 4, 2009 0:03:15 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Aug 4, 2009 0:03:15 GMT -6
"Don't take another near her or else it will be your last." Your voice booms with power, so much so in fact that Sean stops dead in his tracks. "You've embraced the power yet again. Very well, I know when I am outmatched. But you would do well to learn this as well." He pivots on his heel, facing you with a scornful sneer.
"My children." He claps once and immediately all his guards draw shotguns out from under their robes. "Good luck escaping this. Fire!" He snaps at you. All nine of them fire one after the other, the shots ringing out in succession.
"Move so that I may confirm his dea-" Sean's face is wrenched into a countenance of confusion upon seeing the empty space before him. "Where did he go?! He couldn't have-" He is cut off by a wail of pain from the guard furthest to his right. You impale his through the stomach with your katana, stabbing directly through his spine. "Massster!" He screeches with his final breath. "Fire you insolent fools!" The cult leader demands of his lackeys.
They obey without question but waste all their ammunition on the corpse of their comrade, which you have used as a shield. "Die." You leap forward and, with a lightning quick slice, behead the next cultist. One by one you cut them down in a rain of blood and limbs.
With only the blue robed guard left, Sean flees for his life as the feminine figure stands with shotgun in hand. "Run. I don't want to kill you if I don't have to. He doesn't even care about you, he only used you all as pawns." You tell her, clutching your katana in your hand. Without saying a word, she drops her shotgun and runs toward Al Fresca Plaza, leaving behind the life of the cult.
"Seeaannn!" You bellow from the second floor, your voice echoing throughout the plaza. Silence immediately envelops the entirety of the area, even the zombies have stopped their pursuit of eternal hunger to observe you. "This.....is the end for you!" With a sensation of indescribable power, you uppercut the air with a fist.
The mall quakes at your feet, a stone spire erupting forth from the first floor. It juts ten feet into the air, standing as a vanguard for further use of your powers. Unable to locate the leader of the cult, you somehow command more spires to shoot upward, killing all lifeforms unlucky enough to be in the vicinity.
From below, John, Brad, and Frank watch the spectacle in disbelief. "He's....doing that?!" John exclaims, pointing to a stone column that has emerged three feet in front of them. "What the hell?! It's an earthquake!" Brad gasps as the ground shakes beneath his feet. "We need to get out of here! Let's go!" Frank and the others flee the plaza, relieving you of any need to restrain your powers.
"More!" You shout, gripping an invisible force with your hands. As you clench your fists together, the quaking of the Entrance Plaza intensifies until the magnitude is comparable to a six on the Richter Scale. You lose all concept of reality, overcome by the flood of power.
Still tied against the poles, Isabella and the woman behind you watch frightfully. "This is my fault. If I hadn't brought him along.." Isabella whispers inaudibly. "Someone stop him, he's going to kill us all!" The other woman cries, her arms becoming sore from struggling against the ropes so much. "STOP! PLEASE!" Isabella screams at the top of her lungs, pleading desperately for you to regain your senses.
Her voice somehow brings you out of your trance, but it is too late. The structure of the plaza has been compromised and bits of the ceiling are beginning to collapse. "Wh-what....happened.." You grip your head with both hands as your brain burns with an intense pain. "RRRargh!" Your head feels as though is being split open, allowing your brain to be prodded directly by steaming rods.
"I did this..." You stand up straight though your legs feel akin to Jello for the moment. "Now that you're feeling better, would you mind freeing us?" Isabella asks you. "S-sure." You stumble toward them and cut the ropes with your katana.
"Watch out!" You wrap your arms around both their waists and dive forward, narrowly avoiding a massive piece of the ceiling. "Whoa!" The woman screams, pointing foward with a frantic look on her face. "Oh shi-" You twist yourself around so that your back collides with the railing, protecting the women from harm. As the three of you tumble toward a jagged rock, you black out from pure exhaustion.
Smoke fills your lungs, which serves to awaken you in a fit of coughing. You hack and wheeze until you are able to breathe again. You look around to find yourself in the middle of a street which runs endlessly in both directions. A thick fog covers the area though you are able to see through it for the most part.
Lying motionless to either side of you are Isabella and the woman. You check their pulses and are relieved to find out they are only unconscious. "Where the hell are we? This isn't Willamette, I'm not even sure it's Colorado." An unexplainably forlorn atmosphere brings about several different emotions within you, among which are a combination of fear, curiosity, despression, and an overwhelming sadness. "This place is fucking creepy." With nothing better to do, you stand in place until the women stir once more.
Isabella comes to first, taking your hand as she rises to her feet. "Are we alive? That rock was about to skewer us but all I can remember is darkness." She moans slightly. The other woman awakens next, you practically have to lift her off the ground.
"Thank you." She tells you politely, proceeding to dust her outfit off. You try to avert your eyes but her robust figure keeps your attention drawn to her. "Do either of you have any idea what happened?" She questions of you and Isabella. "The only thing we remember is the rock drawing closer and blacking out. One thing's for sure though, we aren't in Willamette anymore." You motion to the surrounding fog and barren street which runs alongside a battered fence.
"This is as a good a time as any for an introduction I suppose. Cynthia Velazquezat your service." She bows to Isabella and you in an exaggerated fashion, garnering a small chuckle from the other latina woman. You lock eyes with her for a moment and feel an urge to wrap her in your embrace, this is a strange feeling that not even Bridget or Jessie brought out in you before.
This almost serene sensation is cut short by an inhuman wail. "What is that?" Cynthia mutters fearfully, stepping closer to you for protection. "It's coming closer." Isabella informsyou. You would rather not stick around to see who or possibly even what is emitting such a noise. Your head still tingles with its previous pain, your legs are wobbly as well. Luckily, your katana is sheathed at your side along with your axe hanging from your belt.
Vitality: 45% Entourage: Isabella Keyes 90%, Cynthia Velazquez 87% Weapon (2 max): Fire axe, Katana Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 6
Combat Capabilities: Cynthia: She would probably win if pitted against a foe in a slapping contest but that is about the extent of her combat abilities.
Isabella: You saw for yourself how skilled she is but even with these skills at her disposal, she might not be a match for whatever lurks in this place.
A) Investigate the noise cautiously, it will only follow you if you proceed in the opposite direction
B) Flee from the sound, you are currently in no condition to face an enemy and both Isabella and Cynthia are unarmed
C) Tell the women to stay put, you will investiage the source of the wail by yourself
D) Rest for a moment, perhaps the creature will turn around
E) Send one of the women to investigate, they need to make themselves useful
F) Leave the road, the creature seems to be traveling along it judging from the direction of the sounds
For any of the choices, should you give a weapon to either Isabella or Cynthia? If so, put their name alongside the choice of weapon in your vote.
If you vote E, who should be sent out? 1. Isabella 2. Cynthia
Choose carefully here, for in this place even death can come back to haunt you.....
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Aug 4, 2009 0:20:58 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Aug 4, 2009 0:20:58 GMT -6
Uh...
I'll say B, and give Isabella the fire ax I suppose.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2009 0:43:55 GMT -6
B Give Cynthia the ax, and Isabella the sword. You haz uber powers so it's fine....
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Aug 4, 2009 0:47:25 GMT -6
Post by Rogah Teh Guest on Aug 4, 2009 0:47:25 GMT -6
Same as Ace.
B with a side order of Fireaxe Izzy.
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Post by Matt Ruinoff on Aug 4, 2009 11:42:24 GMT -6
C. Give Isabella the axe.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Aug 6, 2009 21:55:28 GMT -6
"Well let's not stick around to discover what made the sound." You tell them, peering through the fog in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the creature. "Take this, Isabella. It's better that you have weapon as well. I don't want all of us roaming about unarmed." You toss her your fire axe, which has yet to fail you. You hope that some of the luck you've experienced with it will rub off on her.
"Cynthia, stay close and DO NOT run off. I mean it, this place looks like almost as if the ground itself could swallow you." All three of you look down uneasily at the mention of this and immediately set off in the opposite direction of the wail.
Without realizing it, you have grasped Cynthia's hand in one of your own. She doesn't seem to object as you continue onward though, it actually appears to be quite the contrary. She cracks a smile everytime you glance toward her, though you know it is simply a ruse. Isabella keeps a steady two paces ahead of you both, clutching the fire axe as if it were a bible.
"Watch out!" You grasp Isabella's shoulder as her right foot steps right over the edge of a ravine. You pull her back, able to feel her heart beating rapidly within her chest. "Thank you, that was....rather close." She admits with embarrassed expression. "No thank you necessary, it's what I do." You allow yourself to glance over the edge, the ravine runs directly across the path of the road and continues in either direction as far as your are able to see.
"What is this hellish place?" Cynthia whispers frightfully, staring back from the tip of the canyon. "It's safe to say that we're stuck here.....where 'here' is." You say. "We seem to have lost the creature though, I can't hear the wailing anymore." Isabella remarks with an open ear. You attempt to reply but a sudden wave of fatigue overcomes you, no doubt a delayed side effect of using the parasite's power.
With assistance from both of the women, you carry yourself to a charcoal gray house comprised entirely of wood. "This looks like one of the haunted houses you'd see in a theme park." You joke as step onto the porch of the dwelling. "Hello? Is anyone home?" Cynthia knocks on the door and awaits a reply. An owl hoots from a nearby tree, watching ominously with its wide, starry eyes.
After several minutes pass, Isabella forces her way in by knocking the doorknob loose. "Obviously there's no one home and I'm not going to wait ages for the sake of being polite." She pushes the limp door open then proceeds inside.
From the inside, it appears to be your average family household. A stairwell to the left of the entrance leads up to an obscured second floor. With assistance from Cynthia, you stagger into a living room that is nearly devoid of furniture. A sofa sits against the eastern wall, looking toward an empty wall with a coffee table two and a half feet from it. In the middle of the room, two more feet behind the table, a gray recliner and rocking chair are spaced apart from one another.
"They sure did like the depressing atmosphere. It's more heavy in here than a funeral home." You crack as you sit on the sofa, which is surprisingly comfortable. You scan the pictures on the walls, but everyone of them are covered in a thick layer of dust.
"I've searched downstairs and there's nothing down the hall except a pantry filled with canned foods and a kitchen with a wooden stove." Isabella informs you upon returning to the room. "I'll look upstairs and see if anyone might be asleep." Cynthia volunteers, taking off before you can object.
Something doesn't feel right, she shouldn't be going up there by herself.
Grim Sense: Moderate
Vitality: 50% Entourage: Isabella Keyes: Fire axe, Vitality: 90% Weapon (2 max): Katana with sheath Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 6
A) Ask Isabella if something is on her mind, she is pacing around the room deep in thought
B) Follow Cynthia upstairs, she has no idea what might be awaiting her alone
C) Call for Cynthia to come back downstairs, she shouldn't be out of earshot yet
D) Sit in silence, you need nothing more than a few moments of rest
E) Examine the pictures on the wall more closely, it'd give you a bit of insight to the residents
F) Send Isabella up with Cynthia, she has her axe to use in case things take a turn for the worse
Remember the italics.....
On a side note, C and F are for the lazy bastards inside YOU. But just because Isabella's name is clear doesn't mean she can't be put in danger. There are special circumstances after all...
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