The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rugal/L.S.P.D.

"Disappear into Dark. If we kill these ones, they'll just send even more next time!" Rugal commanded Lucien as he motioned him and Caim into an empty office to the side as the SWAT came in.

"Go! Go! Go!" Shouted a SWAT Unit as they stormed the building, half a dozen of them though both the front and back of the building, the 2 teams meeting in the middle as they swept the area.
The air was tense as no words were spoken as the 2 teams talked in hand signals only, through one man was nice enough to put a quick double tap into one of the already dead bodies.
This resulted in a humorous confrontation between said officer and his squad leader: All in hand signs and body gestures ending with a middle finger and a slap across the head for the underling.

Overhead, the Helicopter was trying to get a fix on the targets when-
"...What. The. FUCK!?" one shouted as Angelus began to race towards them.
"......."
The next course of action the pilot took was to throw his bag of "Medical" Weed out the window before rotating his machine to face the incoming beast.
"SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!"
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" Shouted the gunner as he went to test just how well gunfire from a single M4 fared against dragon flesh.

Jenny

"Yeah. Just you try keeping up with you guys!" Jenny joked as she finished catching her breath, the heat of the LS sun beating down on her full time.
"That and we've had an exciting few weeks, that's for certain. Still, seems calm enough her-" she added before she was interrupted by a scream nearby before a elderly man wearing nothing but a soaking wet kimono ran out of a bathhouse across the road and right past them, clearly dazed and confused and wondering where the hell he was.
"...Never mind..."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Los Santos
Time: Day​

Lucieon | Rugal | CaimThe Undead Merchant slipped into the side office with Rugal and Caim, his left hand reaching into his pocket to find the spell reagent. Soon enough he found it, a small black stone that he had picked up while traipsing around in the abyssal darkness that those people called the Dark.

He signaled Rugal and Caim, On the count of three, get out as fast as you can.

One.

Two.

Three.

He slammed his Catalyst into the ground, exploding the door in front of them as a black fog came rushing out of his staff. A black consuming miasma, borne to the screams of those who were devoured before, bearing faces of those long dead in the abyssal smoke. It rushed forward and assaulted the Los Santos Police Department, clawed at their souls and wrapped themselves about their consciousness. Life was food, food was to be eaten, and these poor souls were the main course.


Lucieon dashed forward, his brown cloak whipping around him as he ran. The Dark reached into him as well, pulling at his Darksign for the humanity they desired. Give it to us. They whispered. Give us what is rightfully ours. Lucieon swung his staff and beat back some of the more persistent phantoms and broke out of the black fog in a back alley. The Dark was already spreading throughout the building, obscuring vision and thought alike. But it would not spread into the sunlight, for the burning fire burnt those forsaken souls.

The Undead Merchant held his breath and waited for Rugal to come barreling out of the Dark, and for Caim to follow. After all, they had to be strong enough to make it out. Even he did, with what little humanity he did have on him at the moment.

 

[bluecrimson]

Rugal, Slin, Caim, Lucieon

She sidestepped the invading SWAT teams and sent the information in to Rugal and Caim. [color=c200]"Two teams of six, pincer attack being used. Disorient them!"[/color]

Taking advantage of the disorientation, she moved around to the furthest cop car to give the illusion that they were being attacked from all angles. Silently knocking out the two that were focusing on the spectacle in the sky and placing them back into the cruiser, she was visible for a moment before using Shadow Fade [http://ddowiki.com/page/Ninja_Spy_enhancements#Ninja_Spy_Shadow_Fade] again to pick the next officers.

Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg

Ella nodded as Devon finished purchasing the last odds and ends. "That's all too true, my little dragon. We'll make sure to get an extra-tasty 20 kilo tuna for you, so try to behave yourself until then."

Devon was about to talk more to the three but he was immediately interrupted by the man running past. "Well, does anyone want to check on that? I mean, it's so out there that something's got to be up there, and it looks like the guy's running near a convenience store. I could get you guys some drinks on the way if that would help."

Ella nodded as she looked at a few special outfits that she'd bought as well (With Devon's money, of course) while keeping them secret in the bag. "We've got some time to kill, and the others on that ship seem safe enough. Besides, if they need us, they can always find us. Just remember: We will be heading to dinner tonight."

Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton

Melethia sighed as her sister got all worked up. "Look, you're getting all worked up when I'm just looking to expand my repertoire and his reputation. I'm not looking to steal money from casinos while their defenses are crippled, you know [small]although it does sound fun[/small] so just relax. I've been doing this for years: I think I know the basics." Tommy was able to notice the presence that only a few good street rats had when looking at the girl, tendencies which were clearly noticed by her sister.

 

[StormShaun]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

Surveying the location, Shawn thought up of multiple ways to enter the compound.
It involved some of his most used skills.
Some of them were ... not his best suit even though they were still high.

[color=green][b]
1. [SPEECH 80] Going in as a Cop would allow easy access, but might endanger the contract and my chance to kill this asshole.
> 2. [REPAIR 75/UNARMED 50] I could easily remove/break the fan for a way to get inside.
3. [SNEAK 50] I may be able to sneak past them and kill the look outs.
4. I'll just leave.
5. Fuck this.
6. KILL EM' ALL!
[/b][/color]

He wanted to blend in with the contract, and in this world it seemed that gangs were the raiders.
"Time to not feel sorry for these people ... though I'll just kill the bad men and no one else." Shawn said as he placed the only C4 block he had with him under the Police Cruiser car which he parked right outside.

His thoughts called him to detonate it, "I'll do that inside, less guards, these people seems to be dumbasses just like any raider." Shawn said to himself as he used his repair skill to stop and remove the fan to slide into the mansion undetected. Once inside Shawn pulled out the detonator and pulled it and then removed it for his trusty katana.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

The Car exploded, much to the surprise of the the guards outside, Shawn being able to hear the blast echo though the vents as he crawled along.
The vent went into The indoor pool, which was empty at the moment bar a single patrolling guard on his own OR he could keep going an end up in one of the mansions 26 bedrooms, but judging by the...er..."Sounds" coming from that direction, he might end up "Interrupting" something.

Whatever he did, his target was in the music room, just getting there is the problem...

 

[StormShaun]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

This mansion was vast and had many things Shawn had not seen before.
It was one of the most 'Pre-war' buildings he had ever seen. Some of the things he looked at did not have any dust, dirt or scratches on them. Judging by the guards he could already tell that the leader of those people is not a kind man. "This was probably acquired by the sacrifice of other's happiness."

Shawn quietly muttered to himself, a smile came to his face. A twisted smile, the same smile that he wore when facing down Caesar in his own tent which was in the Legion Fortress. To Shawn that day was just one marvelous slaughter of slaver scum (And one jackoff Trader). The Blade Shawn wore was called "Soul" and in fact it was a flaming sword he crafted at the beginning of his journey, a 'vampire' clan leader gave him the blueprints after he saved a village and told the clan NOT to drink from humans, but from bloodpacks they would acquire within a deal with the village.

Basically he taught them.
Eating humans and then drinking = Bad.
Drinking Bloodpacks acquired from the humans = good.

That was on of the many quests he had taken part of since he escaped his home of Vault 101.
Now Shawn faces two options.

[color=green][b]
> 1. I can get information from a guard.
2. I can go where that ... sound is coming from.
3. FUCK IT AGAIN *Bang, bang*
[/b][/color]

The decision to question the guard was a good choice by Shawn.
He had broken one of the captured Legion's leaders just by talking, getting inside his head was fun by Shawn.
Sneaking up upon the guard, he wrapped his un-ignited sword closely to the guard's neck (5 CMs apart) as he came behind him.

"Move and you become toast."

He said as he clicked a switch on the sword handle and the sword lit up on fire. The guard could feel the heat coming from it, and the worst part was that there was the old splatter of blood on the blade. "Ok boy, tell me where *Ahem* Big Poppa is." He said to the hostage guard, he really hated that fucking name.
"(What a fucking joke of a name)" He thought.
Then he remembered "Papa Khan" leader of the now extinct Great Khans.

He sighed.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

While he had the whole infiltration thing down to a T, there was one factor, one twist, one obstacle that no amount of training in the Wasteland could have prepared him for: Spanish.

"Big Poppa? gringo estúpido. Vargos voy a matar! déjame ir y lucha como un hombre con enormes bolas!"

While he was playing lost in translation with the guard, he racket he was making resulted in one of his friends turning the corner.
"eh, Vincent, qué está pasan-quién demonios es este idiota?!" His friend shouted as he pulled his piece out from his pants and pointed it at the would be hostage taker.

 

[StormShaun]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

Unfortunately the survivor did not know an inch of Spanish other then the weird stuff that Raul spouted in New Vegas. A second was needed to think of what to do with the hostage. He had many choices but it only boiled down to three similar options. Tightening his sword, the flame roared as if calling himself to the flesh. Once more, options flashed ...

[color=green][b]
1. kill
[HEADING=3]2. KIll[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]> 3. KILL[/HEADING]
[/b][/color]

The second flew by, and at the end of it the red blood spewed forth from a gushing wound. The neck of the hostage guard was cut right open, some blood flew out, some blood dripped down and some blood was engulfed by the flame. The body was falling down, Shawn decided to throw it in hoping to distract the alive guard for his next action. Quickly looking at his Pip-Boy, a body was highlighted and had 80% hovering over it.

Smiling once again, Shawn initiated his attack once more with his sword. Charging towards the guard with his sword pointed directly at his neck. [BLOODY MESS] and [SLAYER] were the active perks during this kill. Shawn did not want to waste his bullets and also alert the whole mansion, so he took his best bet.
Another roll of the die. After surviving WAY too much he would not let these people be the last of him.

The grinding of Shawn's bones only helped him sprint directly at the surviving guard.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

"...Mierda." the second guard let out before he was cut down to size and then some by Shawn's sword, his quick thinking ensuring that the alarm wasn't raised...Yet.
Looking up from the body of his latest kill, he found a hallway where several of the bedrooms in the mansion where located.
Down that hallway was the lounge with the voices of gang members and unknown langage filling the air.
Coming behind each of the doors though...um, Well, thanks to the "Working girls" of Los Santos, the guards in the bar where lucky to hear themselves think, let alone the double kill Shawn just pulled off.

Then it came into his mind again, his employer wanted them ALL dead, even if they had nothing to do with the mission aside from being there.
Either way, once he was in the bar, he'd have to deal with around half a dozen crack fueled Vargos with handguns and SMGs before he could find Big Poppa.

 

[StormShaun]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

A loud flesh like thump was the only noise Shawn could hear as the body fell to the ground, this was after Shawn immediatly pulled the sword from the body as if it was from some twisted version of Excalibur. The blood of both corpses began to flow just like the water from the pool, still and silent ... just like the original cup which held this blood. Switching off the flames on his sword, Shawn could see that some blood managed to get onto his blade though a quick skillful swipe managed to get it off.

Waiting for a few seconds to go by, the greatest habit of a survivor kicked in. The bodies were still warm as Shawn's hands ran through them, finding some ammo for a sub-machine gun and pistol ammo, both which were clearly not for his favorite weapons. "I always wondered why ammunition weights nothing ... and where it goes. Seriously I have over a hundred thousand caps, cars of ammunition and several explosives on me ... where do they go?" he asked himself one of the great mysteries surrounding him which even he didn't know about.

"(He DID say to kill them all ... though I'll probably spare woman and friendly pets.)" He had thought to himself about this blood ridden contract to find the person behind the speaker. Equally both of these sides were bad, so bringing punishment was no problem to this Lone Ranger which carried many names and titles. Equipping his two favorite pistols, Shawn started to sneak to the bar in order to plan his massacre. "I shouldn't feel sorry for this raider like group ... although they do have some style." He whispered to himself.

 

[bluerocker]

Angelus

"A single gunman? HMPH! These humans have never heard of a dragon's strength!"

A mighty roar escaped from Angelus' mouth before fire began to fill her jaws, a hope that the roar would act as a scare tactic to the man with the gun. Sure enough, the gunfire ended, and the dragon only had a few small holes in her flesh as testament to the assault. However, this did not mean that the threat was done. With a deep breath, the dragon blew a ball of fire into the machine, and waited a moment to see how it reacted to the fire...

Rugal, Slin, Caim, Lucieon

Hearing the dragon's roar in the air, Caim smirked and thought, "That-a-girl.." before running after Rugal and Lucien out of the warehouse and into the fray. Swordsmasher [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2012/29-swordsmasher1.jpg] still equipped, Caim charged an unsuspecting SWAT member and leapt high into the air, bringing the blade down and causing a sonic blast to explode from the impact.

If there was one thing that had not changed in his stay on the Rising Dawn, it was that battle was Caim's bread and butter; and he would show these gun toting goons how to properly fight, no ranged weaponry necessary. Of course, if Caim was not careful, he would probably end up too wrapped up in the battle instead of escaping....

Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg

Cadolbolg gave a nod, "Mother, Father and Friend Ton Ton haven't sent anything my way either. We might as well! It could be fun, right, Friend Jenny? That man in the outfit look sooooo silly."

With the little smile he gave, Jenny could see a lot of youthful innocence in the little turtle dragon baby. Was it because he was growing with Caim and Angelus as parents, and thus dismissed most strange things as nothing? Or perhaps he just did not understand the finer things around him? With a creature like Cadolbolg, it was hard to tell. Different facial structure, you know?

Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton

Teri shook her head again at Melethia's words, desperately wishing she could facepalm at the situation (but a charged Reppuken in one hand and a staff in the other kinda renders those sort of things undoable.) [color=0E59E4]"What on earth are you talking about? Repertoire? Reputation? Mel, you don't know a damn thing about this guy aside from the fact that a cop tried to hold him and he's pointing a gun at us. If anything, I think he doesn't want us around and you're going to get yourself into more trouble if we don't leave him alone."[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rugal

Kicking down the Door of the Fire Exit as "The Dark" consumed the poor SWAT fools, Rugal was clearly in no mood for this crap after what he had hoped to be a peaceful business meeting turned to the worst in the worst fashion possible.
Inside, The SWAT teams were beyond hope, Outside wasn't much better.
Thank god the Police here are morons He thought once he viewed the madness outside.

The Helicopter was quickly downed by Angelus's fire, the Gunner jumping out once he saw it coming, taking his chances with the pavement below, breaking nearly every bone in his body.
The Pilot meanwhile, starting to burn alive, took a wiser(?) move and instead vered his falling flying machine into the the sea, splashing into the Water and saving himself a lifetime of Forth degree burns.

"Well...Could have gone wor-"
"FREEZE!" shouted the one remaining cop as he held his handgun with shaky hands.
Less then a moment later, he was grabbed from behind before his face was driven into the ground thanks to a throw by Slindis, Her Shadow Fade...Fading just in time to show the Drow dusting off her hands as half a dozen of the City's finest laid on the ground groaning in pain behind her.
"Ahhh...You never cease to amaze..." Rugal stated lovingly before he refocused on their current goal, getting the fuck out of here.
"Caim, have Angelus keep going flybys of this area, keep them busy until we can get away. Second it's save, we'll meet up with her again." He ordered as he went into one of the police cars and threw out the officer Slindis had stuffed in the drivers seat.
"Get in. We're getting out of here!"

Crazy Old Guy

The Old Man was letting out cries of disbelief as he looked at this surrounding.
"Los Santos!? How the hell did I end up here!?....Oh Gaia, The Brits!" He shouted as he realized that his friends were else where.
"Ummm...Sir?...Can we help you?..." Jenny asked, the man staring at her as a result.
"...Whoa....I am tripping so hard right now...." He said in a manner that suggested that this wasn't uncommon for him.
"...Is there something wrong?..."
"Oh Everything, green fairy. One minute I'm talking with the Lizard King, the next I wake up in a Japanese Bath House! Oh...Man...They must be out of their domes by now..." The man side before offering a hand to shake.
"Sorry, Herbie mustn't have told me about you. Call me..."The Truth"..."
"...Are you..."High"?..."
"Whoooaaaa...My buzz is questioning my own enhanced reality....trippy...Listen...You gotta help me..."

 

[Ninjamedic]

Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton, Tommy

Tommy took a large gulp from the larger mug of coffee as he listened to the two girls. What the hell is this!? Have I walked into a amateur production of The Hobbit!? "Sweetheart, I'd love to let my guard down in front of the two armed to the teeth and her giant pet wolf, but something tells me you're not following me to deliver Blueberry Muffins." He lowered his gun arm, keeping the Magnum pointed exactly at Melethia. He wasn't shocked at Teri's spellcasting, but he did divert a slight more attention to her. "Also, if you're going to attempt diplomacy, creating a glowing shield doesn't fill the other guy with confidence that you can be trusted to let your gun down. I'm guessing you don't have experience with this kind of thing." He was getting more impatient now, I'm being talked down to by a teenager playing dressup....

He took another slurp of the coffee, looking back at Melethia, at the least, he could tell she was being honest, though why she'd pick a guy out after acting in self defense and ordering a coffee as being a crime lord was beyond him. "Now I'll give you credit kid, you have a bigger spine than most of the two-faced pigs in this country, but do you honestly think I need assistance in getting work done? What makes you think I give a crap about being remembered by some random morons when I'm rotting in a hole in the ground? You take me for some James Bond Villain knock-off!?" Finishing his coffee, he lobbed the mug over the roof, landing on the patio of the cafe. "Now," He lowered his gun, looking to deliver the message yet again and THIS TIME, hoped it would actually sink in before he'd find himself having to crush another car. "Both of you, I'm going to walk away now, and try to get some peace. If I cross you two again, it had better be by some crazy coincidence, or I'll have to explain to my shrink why a street in the Los Santos was covered in blood. Understand?"

With that, he walked down a stair beside the building and went about his business, walking in the direction of Cedar Park. Well, at least today can't any more annoying than that..

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Tommy

After ditching the teenagers, Tommy went to nearby park to calm himself down, sitting on one of the benches near the pond.
It was a nice quiet day, the park was deserted, no Gang Members to deal with, the Cops weren't around, just him, the one place in the city where a guy could get unpolluted air.
Peace...And quiet..
...
...

[sub][sub][sub][sub]Beep! [/sub]Beep! [/sub]Beep! [/sub]Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep![/sub]

And that was ruined by a beeping that sounded like the bastard child of a digital watch and a alarm clock.
A quick glance showed it was coming from one of the tunnels running under the bridge from a black suitcase...

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

Once he got to the bar, he saw the usual drunken scene like Raiders stealing a caravan full of booze and Chems.
He counted 7, 1 barkeeper, 2 patrons, 1 man smoking some kind of drug, 2 playing some kind of game on a computer and the last was getting entertained by dancing woman.
He had a few options:

[Speech] The dirty Cop idea came to mind again, but would it work if he didn't understand a single thing the gang members were saying?

[Explosives] There were some rather high proof liquors behind the barkeep, one well placed shot could set it off. Question was though, how big would the explosion be?

[Small Guns] Guns Blazing, though if he knew his barkeeps, he could bet that a larger weapon was hidden under the counter for just such an approach

[Melee] If he was quick enough, he could easily down the Gamers and the Drinkers in a single motion, but he's still have to deal with everyone else afterwards...

[Captcha] Phone Home

 

[bluecrimson]

Rugal, Slin, Caim, Lucieon

As the four of them peeled out, SLindis immediately checked on everyone as she talked to Rugal. [color=c200]"Rugal, what manner of supplies would be usually held at that warehouse? We need to know that before we proceed, since whatever was in there was taken by professionals. Outside of the bodies, that place was stripped down."[/color]

Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg

Ella took a good whiff of the old man and grimaced. "You've been having a lot of the herbal medications, haven't you? At least you have some clothes on. Cadolbolg, please don't be as silly as him when you grow up."

Devon took on a more sedate tone, recognizing the scent from somewhere. "My friend, maybe we can calm down and talk this out? It won't be too hard, and I'm pretty sure we can help out."

Ella looked over at Devon, shaking her head as she whispered into his ear. "We're still heading out to that Sushi bar tonight, don't forget."

Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton

After that argument, Mel turned to Teri. "Look, I was just wanting to pick some things up from the guy. But if ya really don't want it, then fine. Maybe we could head to some kind of park?" She wasn't really interested in the idea, but it would help her out to not have Teri breathing down her neck the whole time they were here.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Santos: A McTacoKing: Mercy Clarke

Anyone who had ever said that there was no such thing as Heaven on Earth had CLEARLY never had a Double BigWhaco Burger from McTacoKing, CLEARLY. I mean you had everything that could make you forget that there was such thing as starvation or disease or war or death. You had the double fire seared beef patties, covered in McTacoKing's crunchy seasoned taco bits, covered in bacon, covered in french fries, covered in special sauce all between two sesame seed bunch.

*CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!*

Did I mention the crunch? It emphasized the fact that there were flavors quite literally exploding in your mouth, a trademarked characteristic of McTacoKing's food that was accidentally discovered when a few drops of nitro were added to the special sauce.

"OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM." The Bicycle Courier and Full Time Student Om Nom'd as she walked her "smart" bike towards the location of where her next delivery was supposed to be, not even taking her eyes off of her food while she walked, her Data Bracelet chiming as it got closer and closer to whomever this Ton Ton man was.

"Grrrr!" Mercy grr'd in annoyance as the chiming was interrupting her Heaven in her Mouth party as she looked up to see if she could see her delivery guy anywhere and stopping when she noticed that the Data Bracelet was pointing directly as some sort of Lizard King Thing.

"STUPID *BOOPING* PIECE OF *BOOPING* CRAP, WHAT THE *BOOPING BOOP* IS *BOOPING* WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID *BOOP*" Mercy cursed rather loudly as she started bashing the Data Bracelet against a nearby wall, her knowledge gained during her semester as a Computer Engineering Major telling her that slamming things was the best way to fix broken things.

Satisfied with the amount of bashery, Mercy looked at her Data Bracelet once again as she took another bite of her Double BigWhaco Burger.

*CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH*

"STILL *BOOPING* BROKEN?!?!?" She screamed as she noticed that there were people staring at her, causing her to blush a bit from her display as she looked at the two girls, the Italian Man, the over sized Dog and the Lizard Thing.

"Sorry, I - um - do you guys know a guy named Ton Ton? I gotta delivery for him."

 

[bluerocker]

Rugal, Slin, Caim, Lucieon

With Slindis already dropping the questions about the warehouse, Caim diverted his attentions to the dragon in the skies, "Dunno if you heard from my thoughts, but-"
"The plan is that I distract, you lot escape, and we regroup later. This tactic isn't new. I only wish that you make it quick. For some reason, mortals in this area seem to think me unusual."
A rumbling laugh filled Caim's mind for a moment, and then the link cut off, Angelus turning her attention to the work ahead. After that, Caim took a look at Lucien, and the Undead Merchant could see the warrior prince quirk an eyebrow in concern. The Dark had left Lucien haggard, after all, his flesh seeming drawn a bit too tightly to his bones after that attack... Was that a common side effect of such a spell?

Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg, Jenny

Cadolbolg, still sitting on Jenny's shoulder, sniffed the man and turned his head to sneeze, a small jet of flame issuing from his nostrils as he did so.
"What's that smell? It tickles my nose something awful! Do you have something on your clothes, Mister? What kinda trip are you going on? Is it far? Why's it bad?"

Oh Cadolbolg, you adorable little thing. Drug lexicon is obviously not in your dictionary, now is it? Still, Ella also mentioned something about actin silly as well, and Cadolbolg looked at her with curiosity, the strangeness of the situation still overriding what most of the other party members had figured out, that is, their new acquaintance being higher than a kite on a windy day.

Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton

After Tommy left and Melethia dropped the idea of a peaceful park outing, Teri relaxed visibly, the energy from her Reppuken dissipating from her hand with a strange sensation of dissatisfaction following it. Highly charged energy did not liked being teased, it seemed. Still, Melethia could see that her notion calmed her sister down, especially after she turned and smirked,(she was smiling behind all that colored mess, right?) saying, [color=0E59E4]"A park? Huh. Never took you for a nature enthusiast. Not to say that it's a bad thing, as I like the great outdoors as well- what?"[/color]

That was about the point that Mercy showed up and demanded to know Ton Ton's location, to which Ton Ton quietly raised his lantern bearing hand and said, [color=15650D]"That would be me... But I wasn't expecting any sort of mail. Who sent it, and why?"[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rugal, Slin, Caim, Lucieon

The second everyone was in, Rugal hit the pedal to the metal and began to flee the scene, using the sirens on his stolen cruiser to bypass traffic before reinforcements arrived.
"Not entirely sure, though that warehouse was often used for storing Advanced Weapons, Bioweapons and Access Codes for automatic weapon systems. Whatever was in there can do a lot of damage in the wrong hands." He stated as they left the docks behind them and he steered his stolen car into a garage in a nearby neighbourhood dubbed "Pay and Spray".
After arguing with the owner and agreeing to hide the car, He then added "I think we should get out of the city as soon as possible. If they were able to attack that location that well, I'd rather not be around for whatever they plan to do next..."

The Truth

The Truth's face lightened up as and he to explain his problem.
"I was guiding members of a British rock band on a peyote safari. We faced the inner light and communed with the Lizard King..." He explained before Jenny asked "Oh...so how did that go?..."
"That's the problem, I don't. I woke up in that bath-house over here and I have NO IDEA how I got there or where the others are!" He added, starting to look distressed.
"Oh...Well, I'm sure they are okay."
"I don't think so. They were Brits, a gang and their manager. They don't know anything about the desert. Last I saw them, we were in Arco del Oeste in Bone County...Fantastic sunsets..." He mused on.

 

[StormShaun]

Shawn.
Location: Big Poppa's Mansion.

Still in hiding, Shawn observed the group well. Just like any enemy party he was hunting down.
These were raiders, just amateur though, nothing compared to the Deathclaws he had came face to face before.
"(Well ... they look better then Raiders. No pillaging or raping ... yet." At that "Yet" thought he probably knew that killing these people would not just make the area better, but a handful of lives too.

[color=green][b]
1. [Speech] I could still act like a cop, but that language ...
2. [Explosives] Alcohol is usually makes a good boom, but that would just about attract the whole resident area.
> 3. [Small Guns] I could just shoot them all, but that would attract others in the mansion.
4. [Melee] I could cut a couple down ... but would I get shot up afterwards?
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Shawn liked the idea of trading bullets until everyone in the room needed a Doctor or ended up using one of his 'bigger' weapons. Putting on his Desert Ranger Combat armor and one of the normal Ranger Helmets, Shawn was pretty much well covered but it didn't explain how he got changed out of nowhere. If he thought about it enough he could probably question the logic of his world.

Selecting some of his enemies in V.A.T.S mode until all of his action points were depleted, he prepared for his attack. He could only pray that the [Grim Reaper's Sprint] perk (If he kills someone in VATS he gains his action points back) came into battle. Breathing to himself, he simply had to do what he has done many, many times before.

Then he jumped out of covered and initiated VATS.