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Post by Draxas on Sept 23, 2004 11:46:28 GMT -5
Draxas popped back out from behind the dumpster and fired at the retreating back of N3B. The vertigo invading his vision did nothing to help his aim, and all he managed to do was tear up the masonry a bit...
"You bastard!" he shouted, "Where is your honor? I won't forget this, N3B!" But his assailant was gone.
As Draxas's vision began to steadily grow worse as the toxins continued to invade his bloodstream, he decided to throw caution to the winds. He needed to get somewhere safe, to let his vision clear. His wound was shallow, so there was probably not enough poison to kill him... But he would be in a bad state for a while.
Draxas holstered his DMCs and engaged his Skedar Disguise Unit, altering his appearance to a dirty hobo with a paper bag over his head. He stumbled out of the alley and onto the street, unsteadily making his way over to the reservoir ditch nearby, and hoped his altered appearance would be enough to keep him undetected.
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Post by N3B on Sept 23, 2004 13:59:59 GMT -5
"You bastard!" Draxas shouted, "Where is your honor? I won't forget this, N3B!" But the assailant was gone.
N3B slouched against a wall, slamming a fresh clip into the port of his RC-P120, hearing the loud booming voice of his opponent.
Honor went a long time ago... he thought, thinking back to the last CISOD. had he not been honorable in their fight against the skedar, that fight might not have been as victorious as it was. His dishonor to the fight lowered the hundreds-army huge alien force by a third of the numbers, and what honor he did show in the battle, got him killed.
Perhaps one day, it might become tradition again. he thought, but for now, survival and domination was what was on his mind. He continued further into the dark alley way, barrel-first.
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Post by Raven on Sept 23, 2004 21:13:00 GMT -5
For a minute that seemed like an eternity, Raven sat still on the bar stool, contemplating his options. Fine, I'm on my own, he thought. I can deal with that -- I'm better on my own anyway. He was about to stand up when a civilian stumbled next to him and threw his arm around Raven's shoulder. As he slurred his sentences together, his breath, putrid with the smell of whiskey, filled the air around them.
"Hey, I neva seen you 'round here bevore," he muttered. "Whachu doin' in dis place? Don't chu know dat a guy like you could be killed in a place like this? You shoulda come prepared..."
Raven, while normally quite placid, hated drunkards, and even moreso being touched by them -- or anyone in particular, for that matter. However, he decided to be fair and calm, as this was not a member of the PDBA. "I'm not as weak as you think, you know," Raven said. "I'm quite prepared." The man laughed with a cough common to one who had a smoking habit.
"Yeah, right," he slurred. "You? My 4 year-old could take you out! You'd hafta have a big-(censored) gun or somethin' for dat, and you don't have a --" Before he could finish his sentence, the man had a Falcon 2 pressed against his skull. While he yelped and began to sweat in panic, the rest of the customers were far too intoxicated themselves to notice either the man or Raven.
"It may not be big, but at this range, it's more than enough to kill you. Walk away now, and keep your head. Refuse..." he let the threat hang in the air.
The threat of death quickly sobered the man. "Okay, man, I don't want no trouble," he said, panicked. "Here, take my money, I'll go."
"Keep your filthy money," Raven replied. "Just give me whatever weapons you have and get the hell out of here."
"Uh, uh...sure," he said, fumbling in his pockets. He pulled out a switchblade and put it on the counter, then ran out of the bar in a hurry. Raven picked up the blade and inspected it closely. Not the best, but it does what it's supposed to, he determined. Silently, Raven pocketed the knife, put the Falcon back into its holster, and exited the bar. He was on a mission tonight.
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Post by StormX on Sept 23, 2004 22:14:33 GMT -5
After hearing gunshots and talking, Tyler pulled out both of his falcons twos, and walked into an alley, expecting the worst. He comes out into an open area, but nothing is there. That's odd, I could have sworn I heard.. but before finishing his thought, he had to quickly jump behind a dumpster. He peeked out from around the side, and saw N3B entering the area. He noticed that n3b was carrying an RCP120, and at the moment, had Tyler outgunned. He couldn't move to get his RCP, it was too risky. He rolled out into the alleyway, and fired several shots from both falcon 2's.
OOC: Again, apologies if I didn't do this right, I'm kinda out of it.
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Jeral
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Post by Jeral on Sept 24, 2004 11:06:20 GMT -5
ooc:think i'm a little late but....who cares?
ic: BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* ATTN: JERAL PDBA's fighting again, I want you to go there. - ZEKK
[glow=red,2,300]uh, right....where is it?[/glow]
Chicago
Jeral reads (and replies) to the msg left on his datapad 3 days ago. After 3 days of driving his squadmen's Jeep, Jeral itching for a fight. Jeral's been to one fight, lost, and is wanting a nother go at it. Lets hope more fighting happens today. he thinks as Chicago comes in to view. Jeral steps on it and parks the Jeep in a near-by parking lot, grabs his Assult Rifle, and gets going.
ooc: sorry if short
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Post by Merlin 2592 on Sept 28, 2004 16:35:47 GMT -5
OOC: If guys think your done, then your sadly mistaken, it's great to be back.
IC: Merlins Blade landed on the roof of Pond Punk, a man walked out his name was merlin, he loved being here, in the PDBA, his first target was Raven. He jumped of the roof and landed on his feet, he the smell of alchaol wafted through him he smiled, even though Raven didn't drink he had a knack for finding him no matter where he was. He walked in, the smell grew sronger, the door opened, and Raven was in there with his back turned. He walked up to Raven and disarmed him t en shoved him away and threw down his weapon belt.
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Post by Jeral on Sept 29, 2004 9:46:36 GMT -5
ooc: that's good to know. And Snake: post.
ic: Jeral looks around at his surrondings. His parking place was a ally, one with the fire escapes. Good. To the roofs. he thinks as he swings himself up the escape. After climbing up the escape, Jeral sees the roofs are barren in this part of Chiago. The bulidings are small too. Hmm... I'll wait for someone to snipe over on the next buliding. Jeral thinks as he jumps over to the next buliding, readies his Assult Rifle for sniping, and waits.
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Post by Draxas on Sept 29, 2004 13:12:37 GMT -5
Draxas stumbled down the street, past what few people remained on the street in the downpour. He reached the wooden fence partition that separated the reservoir from the sidewalk, and moved through an open gate marked with an "Authorized Personnel Only" sign. He stood still for a moment, hoping to get his bearings a bit better, and that the world would stop turning upside-down...
I've been lucky so far, he thought, I guess that goofy disguise was more effective than I thought.
Draxas carefully followed the concrete walkway to his right, made doubly difficult by both his distorted perceptions and the constant rainfall. He finally reached a small drainage tunnel, and crawled inside. There was barely enough room to sit up straight inside. A small river of rainwater, that originated from a storm drain at the end of the tunnel, rushed past him towards the reservoir, though it couldn't soak his clothing any more than it already was.
Next time, I bring some waterproof gear.
Draxas deactivated his disguise, drew his DMCs, and sat in the tunnel, facing the opening. Already the pain from the poison was subsiding. As soon as his vision cleared, he would return to the hunt, but for now, he waited for the world to stop spinning.
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Post by Conqueror Worm on Sept 30, 2004 20:02:54 GMT -5
Is the PDBA truly ready..
The wind began to pick up, swirling and howling. Shrieking like a stung demon. The rain had surprisingly kept up its torrential downpour, truly flooding the streets of Chicago with mass amounts of water. For a civilian to be out and about in such weather was a rare occurence, indeed, and as such, the city made the ideal battleground. There would be few casualties and a surprising number of deceased combatants. Teams would be made and alliances would be broken. Honor would be restored, and later diminished by those unfit to compete.
Homecoming it was, indeed, for the Revenant, who stalked slowly through the streets of the seemingly barren city. Due to the immense amount of rain, he had slid his Falcon 2 back into its holster until it was necessary to remove it, for the weapon was more precious to him than any ally. His weapons would keep him alive where those around him would fail. His weapons would help him to regain his former glory and to attain heights before unimaginable.. He would re-create a legend.
A myth among men..
The water that blanketed the street splashed upwards from the impact of a man's relatively heavy footfalls. It was those footfalls that gave away his position to the most deadly of opponents. Revenant emerged from almost nowhere, standing in the entrance to the alleyway in which the man, clad in a rather normal-looking tuxedo with a scarlet tie, momentarily resided. In his hands rested two glimmering Falcon 2's, both of which were trained on the chest of his opponent.
What the man had failed to realize, however, was that Revenant had him in a deadlock. A small red dot flickered on and off of his forehead, the large droplets of rain interfering with its stability.
The seconds that passed seemed almost an eternity, both combatants merely staring each other down with weapons drawn. It was the stalemate of stalemates, but surely one of them would have to die. The probable underdog was undeniably the black-clad ex-Marine, Revenant, for he held only one weapon against two. Surely, the man in the suit had seen such a large opening. He decided to chance it.
A twitch!--a twitch ever so slight!
That small, seemingly insignificant twitch on the back of the dual-wielding man's hand was all a skilled warrior needed to know that his time was fast approaching. The darkness was quickly enveloping him, and if he did not act upon the situation, it would consume him and all that he hoped to accomplish. Dreams would be shattered and hopes lost in the conundrum that was Death itself.
Revenant threw himself to the side as two bullets soared through the air, slicing into and through his soft flesh. He spared no time to check the wound but rather re-trained his own weapon onto the figure of his opponent and fired off two shots. One of the bullets tore easily into the suited-man's chest cavity, searing through nerves, bone, and sinew alike. It exited through his back, creating a rather large and horrific hole. The second bullet, however, was slightly off target due to the growing weariness enshadowing the ex-Marine.
The one bullet that had, in fact, made contact, however, was all that was needed. The man in the suit dropped both of his weapons and collapsed to the ground. Blood pooled about him for mere seconds, only to be washed away by the slight current of water running along the streets and sidewalks. Revenant's eyes averted from the body to his newly acquired wounds. One of the bullets had torn into his left shoulder, and the other into his right thigh. He shifted all of his weight onto his left leg, leaning his back against the brick wall adjacent to his current position.. He had been lucky.
( I changed it due to the fact that I had more time.. )
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So sayeth the Shepherd ...
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Post by Snake on Oct 1, 2004 5:02:05 GMT -5
ooc: Just a note, I'm gonna use Draxas's post for this.
ic: Snake was always wary. Many was the time he'd been attacked from behind by an enemy. While Snake was familar with Chicago, he still didn't trust these streets or their inhabitants. He slipped across the street, near the entrance to the sewer and ducked behind a car, parked outside an abandoned-looking building. Pulling out his now trademark DMC, he inserted a clip and crept closer to a fire hydrant. Then, swiftly, he entered the sewer. DadaDyne soldiers had dumped a G5 Urban Combat Robot here, which looked as though it had been struck by something. Snake looked over the wreck, searching for anything worth salvaging, before continuing to the main sewer area. Suddenly, Snake heard the sound that many a PDBA'er dreads, the click of a weapon being cocked-back.
Fighting in enclosed spaces Snake thought. I'm no stranger to it
As Snake got closer to wherever the sound came from, he brought his SMG level to waist height, just in case anybody decided to jump out at him. A burst of gunfire sprayed from a darkened opening ahead.
"A**hole!" somebody shouted, before rolling out from cover and heading toward a hole in the wood panelling. Snake opened fire, and the man was struck in the foot, and he fell, the wound leaking blood into the water. He twisted around and fired more bullets into Snake, three hitting him in the chest.
"S**t!" he grunted, falling to the ground. with the last reserves of strength, Snake fired into then man, before collapsing into unconciosness.
ooc: wow, what a post
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Jeral
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Post by Jeral on Oct 1, 2004 10:21:32 GMT -5
ooc: wow.....what a death......
ic: Jeral sees the man who had attacked him dead beside his Jeep. "Hope you get better next time." he tells the body. Jeral shakes the water out of his hair, and gets into his Jeep to look at the gunshot that hit him. Damn this hurts. Well...it's not to bad, I'm just gonna have to brace the joint. Great. Jeral thinks as he gets a bandanda and gause out of his vest and puts them on his wounded ankle. He pops the glove compartment, grabs a couple clips of bullets, and limps away.
A few blocks down, Jeral finds a less-rainy alley, and enters it.
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Post by Draxas on Oct 1, 2004 12:06:27 GMT -5
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn... thought Draxas as he half limped, half ran away from the reservoir, searching for better shelter. The last burst Snake had fired before collapsing has really messed up his right leg, making the initial wound to his foot seem trivial by comparison. His vision was mostly clear of the aftereffects of the poison, though it still blurred somewhat when he moved too quickly. However, the pain of trying to move quickly on a badly wounded leg was sending bolts of lightning across his eyes each time he took a step, and darkness occasionlly encroached on the edges of his view, threatening to plunge him into unconciousness at any moment.
Draxas stumbled back through the gate in the fence, and tried to hurry as best as he could down the street. He was obviously a sitting duck in the reservoir, and now he had bigger problems than a simple blurry view. His leg was leaking blood at a rather quick rate, mostly because he hadn't rested it at all since it was shot up. Thankfully, the streets were much more clear of pedestrians than when he had first arrived. Still, even in the downpour, he was leaving a telltale trail of blood for a short while before the rain washed it away...
Draxas hobbled onward, toward what looked to be an abandoned warehouse at the end of the street. He reached the door, and slumped down in a corner, simply able to walk no more... He had been running on pure adrenaline for the past couple of minutes, but now that he was relaxing somewhat, the pain hit him full force, and he nearly blacked out.
Once he had cleared his head somewhat, Draxas tore off a strip of his other jeans leg, and tried to dress his wounds and stop the bleeding as best as he could manage... It wasn't working particularly well. This really is like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound... In fact, that's exactly what this is...
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Post by Merlin 2592 on Oct 1, 2004 18:00:01 GMT -5
"Whats matter Raven,thought I was gone?"
"No,I thought I smelled a rat"
"Jerk"
"Idiot"
"A**hole"
"Loser"
"Bas****"
That finished it Raven glared at Merlin, who stared back at him
"You're a dead man Merlin"
"Humor me you pathetic weakling"
"You're the pathetic one"
"Try me"
Merlin barged into Raven with his sholder, then slammed his head on a table and threw him into another table.
Raven was bleeding on the head rapidly and ran up to Merlin and did a fly roundhouse hitting Merlin in the jaw whic bled, then sweep kicked him and stomped on his gut.
Merlin winced and screamed, he punched Raven in the shin and got up and clenched his gut,Merlin grabbed a beer bottle and slamed it on a tabled and slashed Ravens arm the started punching him in the gut and slammed the bottle on his head. He fell over, Merlin grabbed a Combat Knife and slammed it through heart neck, Raven felt the taste of blood and died. Merlin took his Combat Knife and cleaned it in the bathromm and his mouth the body of Raven dissapeared as he picked up his weapon belt and slif it back in then left.
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Post by Conqueror Worm on Oct 5, 2004 16:04:45 GMT -5
Shockwaves of pain rattled Revenant's body as he maneuvered throughout the streets of Chicago. The wound on his leg opened wider with each step, tearing most violently. Blood still flowed down his thigh, the incessant rain washing it off to a point. His eyes darted about the area, checking for any sign of another PDBA member. In his current condition, he doubted that he could put up much of a fight against an uninjured man. He had, however, been taught how to use his mind when his muscles failed. Such a lesson could be his saving grace.
The doors of the Pond Punk swung open, and out stepped Merlin, fresh from the scene of a kill. As he was about to turn on his heel and trek off in search of another victim, however, he spotted a black-clad man limping across the street some twenty meters away. The man had a wound on his leg, and it looked quite severe from the way he was hunched over. Merlin recognized the man as Revenant, a member of the PDBA who had been, as of late, ruffling a few feathers. With a grin, he decided to rid he and the others of the nuisance.
Revenant collapsed onto the ground as the pain began to overwhelm him. It spread through him like wildfire, washing over every last one of his nerves. Despite the pain, however, his senses were still quite exceptional. The soft splash of a footfall caught his attention. His mind raced. What was he to do? There was nothing he could do! Nothing he could do except fight for his life!
Pain is but weakness leaving the body...
Merlin arrived at the injured figure of his newest opponent, who he promptly stood up and slammed into the nearest brick wall. Revenant's head snapped back due to the sudden motion, slamming harshly into the rugged brick. His flesh split slightly, and blood trickled down through his matted hair. His eyes were cold, and an unnerving hatred burned within his pupils. Merlin grinned and raised his weapon, the barrel pressing against the forehead of the ex-Marine.
And once a man has endured enough pain...
Revenant brought both of his hands up, his right palm slamming into Merlin's arm at the inner elbow. His other hand gripped his opponent's wrist and guided the weapon away from his forehead. Three shots rang out in the night, followed by the pain-stricken grunt of Merlin, who collapsed to the ground after being dealt a swift and harsh blow to the gut.
Revenant quickly unsheathed his survival knife, but before he had a chance to utilize it, his pain intensified ten fold. Merlin mercilessly thrust his thumb into the wound on the thigh of his opponent, bringing the ex-Marine to his knees as well. He followed up with an uppercut aimed to make contact squarely with Revenant's jaw. The blow never hit, however, for it was deflected by the forearm of the would-be recepient, being forced astray.
Revenant pulled up his knife, jamming the blade up into the soft fleshy area just behind Merlin's mandibles. Blood spurted out of the wound, and it flowed even more profusely as the serrated tip of the knife protruded up through both the tongue and the roof of Merlin's mouth. His eyes wide, he fell back, his body left to decay.
To it, he becomes impervious..
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Post by N3B on Oct 5, 2004 19:19:44 GMT -5
N3B slid behind a wall as a barrage of falcon 2's flew his way. He heard his opponent roll away, and begin reloading his pistols, and exchange them for another weapon.
N3B checked his supply, and his eyes fell upon a set of combat boosts - something he rarely ever used. Thinking up a plan, he set his RC-P to his belt clip, and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm just past his elbow. He took the boost and injected it into his blood stream, fealing the transition pounding in his head.
the alley got hazy for a second, his head spun as he tried to adjust. time seemed to slow down, when in actuality, he was going faster. the injection had a neat way of slowing the user's appearance of the speed in order to keep him under control. this had to be the greatest invention since the gun.
He reached down and grabbed his RC-P, flipping the cloak switch near the trigger, and darted around the corner.
He looked straight for Tyler, apparently also using the cloak, hiding out behind the dumpster, his blurred form standing out against the rain hitting him, and providing a nice little liquid outline. N3B knew this was how his body was as well, but with the combat boost, Tyler would have a hard time keeping straight what was where, thus giving him the advantage.
N3B jumped into the air, doing a long dive past the dumpster, landing with his forearms and rolling over onto his back, kicking straight up into a run. Doubling back, he dropped low, and kicked away from the ground, rolling back to Tyler's legs, while he frantically shot bullets to where N3B used to be standing.
N3B swung his leg around as he came out from the roll, slamming right into Tyler's ankles, continuing through, pulling his legs out from under and sending him to the floor.
Quickly getting up, N3B leaped across Tyler and kicked off the corner of the dumpster, flipping backwards to his original position. Hearing the loud kick off the dumpster, Tyler shot into the air near the dumpster, only to hit nothing but air, and a few random walls in the alley.
Landing softly on his feet, N3B ran out of ammo, and became visible to the night. He dropped the RC-P and pulled out a magnum from his hip-holster, popping a shot right at Tyler's heart as he turned to his horror to see his opponent fire the finishing move. Silently, the assailant drifted into the dark of the alleys, reloading his weapons and deactivating the combat boost.
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