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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #165 on: April 01, 2010, 03:14:05 AM »
"You do not give orders here, swine!"  Entaru rolled behind the couch as the bullets whizzed overhead.  "Unless you wish to die horribly, then I'd suggest you choose a weaker target."  Pulling a vial from his belt, he hurled it over the couch and through the open door.  The vial smashed against the wall in a sudden explosion.  Hearing the blast Entaru shouted again.  "That was a warning shot, girly.  I have plenty of larger bottles of similar compounds ready for use!"



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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #166 on: April 01, 2010, 03:25:31 AM »
Soria watched the projection of the vial and listened carefully at Entaru's voice. She looked around and found where he was sitting and watched the shadows at his rump. Soria took out her AWP and aimed carefully, shooting a warning shot that pierced the couch and, hopefully, his side. "And that was MY warning shot! I've killed many of the strongest in the world. Someone like you is just another day at the office!"

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #167 on: April 01, 2010, 04:05:42 AM »
Entaru cringed as the bullet grazed his side.  He looked down at the wound and grimaced.  He then looked at the hole in the couch and smiled. "Your loss, girly."  Entaru pressed the Deagle into the hole and, following its groove pattern, fired.  The shot would follow the same basic trajectory as the one that had grazed his side.  Unfortunately, that trajectory would end where Soria's gun was held meaning that it was heading right for her aiming eye.



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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #168 on: April 01, 2010, 04:10:38 AM »
Yurian heard the shots, but didn't want the armored guy to find him. So, he made a mental note to go back after getting his weapon. He managed to get out of the jail area after making a left, then a right turn and then it was a straight shot to the door.

Once he got outside, he had to remember german writing, which actually was only two months ago when he came across an old german-english dictionary in someone's house. He tried to remember the words 'Weapon', 'Devealopment, and 'Research' while looking around for such signs. The closest one he could find to his memory, was a facility that looked more like a bunker than a lab. Either I found an underground path, or my weapon... lets hope for the latter! he thought as he dashed across the ground, avoiding gunfire as he bumrushed his way into the facility.
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

"Wait, you're here for my shiny loot? I thought you were here to avenge the cattle and people I've slaughtered..."

"I may not always be a caring person, but even when I am furious, it is mostly at myself for becoming this way"
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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #169 on: April 01, 2010, 11:38:16 AM »
Soria  saw the barrel and quickly jumped out of the way, into the room, her AWP shot out of her hands. She rolled and shot 2 rounds at his left leg. Soria's blood boiled with rage. "GIRLY!?!?!?" She quickly pulled an HE grenade and Flash Bang and pulled their pins, throwing them at Entaru as hard as she could, both bouncing off his face and landing between them. Oh, (Censored). Soria dove backwards and landed on the single-seat couch and let her momentum push it back so it flipped, giving her cover.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #170 on: April 01, 2010, 11:09:37 PM »
Entaru hopped up as the bullets ricocheted off the ground by his legs.  He fired another round as she rolled across the floor, putting a massive hole in the floor.  "Hold still you-"  Entaru was cut off as the grenades bounced off his face.  He stumbled over the back of the couch he had been sleeping on and the blast knocked the couch over on top of him.  He wasn't stuck or hurt but he wasn't happy either.  "That does it!"

Entaru hurled the couch off of him and towards Soria.  If it missed, who cares...it would still work as distraction.  Entaru sprinted right behind the couch as it flew.  It landed short but it didn't matter.  Using it as a ladder and a launchpad he leapt off the side and thrust the syringes on his hand forward towards Soria's chest.



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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #171 on: April 02, 2010, 12:39:09 AM »
Soria spread her legs and grabbed the chair between them, raising it up to stop him, and threw him and the seat aside. She ran towards the other set of doors to his bedroom and burst in, barring the door with the closest chair she could find and reloaded, getting ready for his next attempt, but was then in shock to see a small child sleeping in the bed.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #172 on: April 02, 2010, 01:00:24 AM »
Entaru leapt up and rammed into the door to try and open it.   Finding it stuck, Entaru aimed at the hinges and fired his remaining two bullets into them.  The door fell off of its hinges and Entaru tackled Soria.  "Too bad for you, girly.   I was going to us you as target practice but now I think you'll do better as part of the landfill!"  The syringe on his glove switched into a bonesaw and started up, filling the room with a shrill screech as he lowered it closer to Soria's face.



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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #173 on: April 02, 2010, 01:06:48 AM »
Enraged, Soria hissed at him before kicking him between the legs right up his tenders and threw him off her. She drew out her 98 and pointed it at him. "Sorry, but a sadistic pedophile like you will never be allowed to have the upper hand on me." With her free arm, Soria grabbed moon and slung her over her shoulder and slowly walked out, keeping the 98 trained on the professor.

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #174 on: April 02, 2010, 01:18:12 AM »
Yurian had reached where there was a group of Nazi scientists with their whole 'mad scientist' get-up as they examined the gun in every way without tampering with it. Yurian forced the only door that seperated them open before closing and sealing it again behind him, and went up to each scientist, carving his rage and hunger into their bodies as they fell one-by-one. He was surprised none of them were armed or grabbed his gun. Hm... either they had no experience, or were too terrified to think of shooting he mused as he checked the clip.

He had five rounds left, and a clip that he retrieved from that woman. He walked back to the door, and aimed his gun at the center before pulling the trigger. The force it applied didn't go through the door, but it broke off the hinges and sent if flying into the wall. He started feeling like everything was 'right' again as he carressed the Rail as if it were the only thing that mattered in his life. "I missed you so much, even if you do malfunction." he lightly pecked the side of the barrel before heading upstairs to get re-aquainted with his 'best friend ever'.
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

"Wait, you're here for my shiny loot? I thought you were here to avenge the cattle and people I've slaughtered..."

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #175 on: April 02, 2010, 01:21:58 AM »
Entaru's face went from rage to shock as he saw Soria with Moon.  If she left with Moon then he'd fail his mission and be killed.  Something inside of him screamed in protest to losing the child.  

His eyes shot over to the door and then down to his watch.  His panic disappeared as he grinned his 'Needles' grin.  "Don't think you'll be getting away that easy."  Entaru pressed a button on his watch then crushed it underneath his foot.

Suddenly a massive steel bulkhead dropped from the door frame, slamming into the ground.  More could be heard slamming down around the entire compound.  A few unfortunate soldiers were crushed and bifricated as they came down on top of them.  The entire compound was now in lockdown.  Nothing would be getting in or out for 36 hours.

"Put...the child...down...."  Entaru hissed from his position on the floor.  He knew he might die, but losing the child was too much of a risk.



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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #176 on: April 02, 2010, 01:40:00 AM »
As the 'Mad' Yurian walked out of the bunker, he quickly aimed at the first of the two entrance guards, and in a calm that only a master killer is capable of, put the guard down in a very messy headshot. Then next moment he kept dodging the next guard's bullets by side-stepping just as the guard stopped moving his gun around, which seemed to be a very freshling (his word for someone who lacked the will to stay focused) mistake. He kicked the guard's feet out and then finished counting to ten in his head as he put another high-powered round through the skull of yet another Nazi. He looked around and saw his own footsteps that lead to an area in lock-down. He figured the door was too thick for a 'normal' shot, so went to pry an automatic gun off a nearby dead Nazi, then went to the door and held it in both hands as he kept his thumb down on a red button with yellow-black striped around it.

When he fired the gun, it looked like a laser covered in electricity shot out of his rifle and punched through the door. He heard the sound of something closing and quickly went through the hole before a second layer of metal blocked the entrance he came in from. He knew he had only two bullets left before he could reload, and the gun wouldn't respond for a good six minutes while it did its 'cooldown' procedure. So he took out the MP45 he looted from the guard and walked down where he heard gunshots go off a few moments earlier. First directive: Keep the Rail in my possession; Second Directive: Ensure all civilians are secured; Third Directive: all non-liberation soldiers must die... he recounted in his head as he walked down the somewhat familiar halls.
"From suffering I was born, From misery I was conceived. From the plight of Mortals I thrive, From the pits of Hell I rise, beware...... For I live.........."

"Wait, you're here for my shiny loot? I thought you were here to avenge the cattle and people I've slaughtered..."

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #177 on: April 02, 2010, 01:46:14 AM »
(if Yurian is Liberation, he should recognize Phil's name and voice)
As the bulkheads slammed, Phil scrambled for cover, at least to avoid being shorn in half by metal on metal. It was a disturbing thing to think about, but he got out of the way.
Once in a new position, he caught a new glimpse of Yurian. This time with the place locked up tight, there was no running. Phil had a clear shot at him, but wouldn't take it, not yet. He wanted to have a little fun.

"This is First Sergeant Phil DeBouran, calling for any reinforcements... can anyone hear me?" he called. his voice hauntingly similiar to the missing Phil's

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #178 on: April 02, 2010, 09:53:03 PM »
Soria growled under her breath, but the smirk on her face that followed was even more senile than Entaru's. She held the girl lower, using her as a shield and pointed her gun towards a little flashing red light shaped like a bullet where she had been tackled. "Maybe not now, but I will soon enough, you cynical little pedophile. This compound's about to be dust, and I wasn't planning on doing it this way." Dammit, if I don't get out of here soon, I'm screwed, too. Why'd I have to put the beacon tracker in my thong?

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Re: Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them
« Reply #179 on: April 02, 2010, 10:05:37 PM »
Entaru stood up slowly and looked at the light.  "What does that mean?  An airstrike?  If you think threatening me with death will scare me then you are sorely mistaken.  My job is to live and die for the Reich.  You are trapped in here, with me, until this place turns to dust.  I am not afraid to die, but perhaps you should think of yourself.   Put the child down, call off the bombs, and I will allow you to leave unharmed when the lockdown is over...despite killing my men.  Besides...do you want to have the blood of a child on your hands just before you die?"  Entaru moved his couch back into place.  Even if he was killed, Moon would survive and be found by a Reich salvage crew.  As long as the intruder couldn't leave, Entaru held all of the cards.



 

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