"[sub]Lucky for some then...[/sub]" Deadeye muttered, he then chuckled his sickle and cloak into a locker and stood near the entrance of the Arena. "The name's Deadeye by the way" He said to Tophat, as a loose sort of introduction.
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Deadeye nodded. "Yes let's, I'm rather interested to get results on my upgrades" He said ot Tophat as he walked down the ramp slowly.
OoC: @Kirke, Fine by me, time bubble this for now then.
OoC: @Kirke, Fine by me, time bubble this for now then.
James moved suddenly with blurring speed. He drew his pistol from his shoulder hoster and levelled it in a single swift motion, snapping off two well aimed shots at Diana before breaking into a full sprint. He didn't run directly at her however but to the side, firing one-handed at her as he ran. He knew he had no chance of hitting her if the first two rounds had missed but didn't care. His intention was to get her to run for cover, hopefully panicked by her first experience of coming under fire with a firearm. Meanwhile, he made a line for the nearest block of flats, moving faster than any normal human could run.
Drayven bowed his head gravely.
"I am sorry to hear that you lost your family, Laguna." He replied. "My own wife is with child back on our estate in Summerset Isle, in Tamriel. My younger son is there as well. It does lend a certain degree of urgency to our wish to return home, though I do not imagine that this compares to your own feelings." Aethion looked at him as he spoke, nodding in agreement, before speaking.
"A president... is this a person of importance? Someone of noble blood, or even royal?"
Drayven bowed his head gravely.
"I am sorry to hear that you lost your family, Laguna." He replied. "My own wife is with child back on our estate in Summerset Isle, in Tamriel. My younger son is there as well. It does lend a certain degree of urgency to our wish to return home, though I do not imagine that this compares to your own feelings." Aethion looked at him as he spoke, nodding in agreement, before speaking.
"A president... is this a person of importance? Someone of noble blood, or even royal?"
"Thanks guys." Laguna smiled. "And a president... it's bassically a king or queen that people vote for. Thing is, Esthar is very secretive and high-matentince, so when I became president, I had to stay there all the time. I barley every got out again until I was just whisked away somehwere else."
Diana ran, just barley dodging the bullets. She hid behind a wall, then popped out and threw a fireball, hoping to catch James before he got away.
Diana ran, just barley dodging the bullets. She hid behind a wall, then popped out and threw a fireball, hoping to catch James before he got away.
James held his position out on the balcony. He wished he could light a cigarette, but knew that the smoke could easily give away a sniper's position to a capable spotter. Instead he remained motionless and waited for Diana to come into the open, listening carefully in case she didn't fall for his trap and tried to search the other rooms.
"Were there no measures in place to prevent those gifted in magic from preying on the rest of the world?" Drayven asked.
"Were there no measures in place to prevent those gifted in magic from preying on the rest of the world?" Drayven asked.
James felt a twinge of impatience as he waited and wished he could light a cigarette. He knew that the smoke could easily alert a competent spotter though, and instead simply held his position and waited for Diana to show herself, listening carefully in case she didn't fall for his trap and tried to search the other rooms.
"Were there no measures in place to prevent those gifted in magic from preying on the rest of the population?" Drayven asled.
"Were there no measures in place to prevent those gifted in magic from preying on the rest of the population?" Drayven asled.
James heard the roar of the flames and threw himself forward, rolling out of the way before regaining his feet and moving again without losing momentum.As he got close to the glass front doors of the apartment block he fired his pistol at it, causing cracks to spiderweb out from the bullet holes. Lowering his head and thrusting his right shoulder forward, he smashed through the thick glass and stumbled into the lobby. Rubbing his shoulder, he glanced behind him a moment then quickly headed for the stairs, taking them three at a time as he rushed upwards.
"This president is chosen by the people?" Drayven asked, surprised. "How unusual. And yet... perhaps it is a system that could be beneficial. Is he chosen by the nobles, or the peasant class? Those who are not regarded as worthy of holding land or titles?"
"Surely your duties would have taken you from your city on occasion. Were there no wars to be fought, or other nations and peoples to deal with?"
"This president is chosen by the people?" Drayven asked, surprised. "How unusual. And yet... perhaps it is a system that could be beneficial. Is he chosen by the nobles, or the peasant class? Those who are not regarded as worthy of holding land or titles?"
"Surely your duties would have taken you from your city on occasion. Were there no wars to be fought, or other nations and peoples to deal with?"
OOC: The last four posts are, for some reason, scattered among the previous posts of this page. Oh. Also, I've passed 10,000 posts.
Diana saw James go into a block of flats, and sprinted after him. She arrived at the doors out of breah, and look around the lobby.
"As far as I know, everyone born there that isn't a crimnal can vote." Laguna said to Drayven before turning to Aethion. "Esthar had found a way of literally becoming invisible. They lived away from the rest of the world, tried to stay outta things."
"As far as I know, everyone born there that isn't a crimnal can vote." Laguna said to Drayven before turning to Aethion. "Esthar had found a way of literally becoming invisible. They lived away from the rest of the world, tried to stay outta things."
Diana went into the room, waving her hand to try and make the oily air disperse. She oppened the Balconay, and looked around outside.
"Not really. If a sorcress decided to do anything, it would take masive effort to stop her."
"Not really. If a sorcress decided to do anything, it would take masive effort to stop her."
James grinned as Diana stepped out onto the balcony before lining up the crosshairs in his scope on the side of her head. As she began to look around he exhaled, steadied the rifle on the wall, and squeezed the trigger. At such a short range the shot would be loud, but if the target didn't already know he was there, then she wouldn't hear it anyway.
"What happened then? Was the second sorceress stopped?"
"What happened then? Was the second sorceress stopped?"
The lobby was all silent, with no sign of where James had gone.
James had reached the third floor and now moved swiftly through the dark hall, pleased that none of the lights in the building seemed to be on. Choosing one of the doors on the left, he braced his shoulder against it, took hold of the doorknob and then pushed hard against it. With a groan and then a splintering crunch, the doorjamb cracked and the door swung open. He noticed that the other side of the room had a glass sliding door leading out onto the front balcony and grunted with satisfaction. Grabbing a knife from one of the drawers, he searched the cupboards and soon found a green home first aid box. Inside it was all the usual stuff, bandages, antiseptic, gauze and catgut thread.
"Perfect." He muttered, taking some of the items inside, before glancing at the cooker. He thought about the attacks he had seen Diana do and glanced at the knife in his hand before grinning and advancing on the cooker.
Five minutes later he was on the balcony, having left the door of the apartment broken and swinging open. He scowled down at the empty streets.
"I guess it would have been too easy if she'd stayed in the open." He said to himself, before glancing across the row of adjacent balconies.
"Why woudl they wish to do such a thing?"
James had reached the third floor and now moved swiftly through the dark hall, pleased that none of the lights in the building seemed to be on. Choosing one of the doors on the left, he braced his shoulder against it, took hold of the doorknob and then pushed hard against it. With a groan and then a splintering crunch, the doorjamb cracked and the door swung open. He noticed that the other side of the room had a glass sliding door leading out onto the front balcony and grunted with satisfaction. Grabbing a knife from one of the drawers, he searched the cupboards and soon found a green home first aid box. Inside it was all the usual stuff, bandages, antiseptic, gauze and catgut thread.
"Perfect." He muttered, taking some of the items inside, before glancing at the cooker. He thought about the attacks he had seen Diana do and glanced at the knife in his hand before grinning and advancing on the cooker.
Five minutes later he was on the balcony, having left the door of the apartment broken and swinging open. He scowled down at the empty streets.
"I guess it would have been too easy if she'd stayed in the open." He said to himself, before glancing across the row of adjacent balconies.
"Why woudl they wish to do such a thing?"
Diana had about a milisecond to hear the sound before the bullet struck. She fell.
"I... don't know, honestly. The only way to beat her involved time travel or something like that, and I wasn't a part of that. But her plan was bassically to make all of time and space explode, so I'm guessing we won, otherwise we wouldn't be here talking about it."
"I... don't know, honestly. The only way to beat her involved time travel or something like that, and I wasn't a part of that. But her plan was bassically to make all of time and space explode, so I'm guessing we won, otherwise we wouldn't be here talking about it."
Diana summoned a flame, holding it in her hand as an impromtu torch, and looked around. Eventually her eyes fell upon the stairs, and she went up them caustiosly.
"There was a pretty bad war with a very powerful and tyranical sorceress, called Adel, and Esthar was the center of her rule, though they really didn't like her. When I helped stop Adel, they convinced me to become president, and cut themseves off from everyone else. There was never an offical explenation, but my guess is they just wanted to be left alone."
"There was a pretty bad war with a very powerful and tyranical sorceress, called Adel, and Esthar was the center of her rule, though they really didn't like her. When I helped stop Adel, they convinced me to become president, and cut themseves off from everyone else. There was never an offical explenation, but my guess is they just wanted to be left alone."
"I dunno how I got the name really, one day I just woke up just knowing 'My name is Knife 28, and I'm in a Mall where I'll have to fight to the death.'" Knife explains. "How about you fella's, where're you from? Middle Earth, Alagaësia, Tamriel, Eristed?"
Shit sorry for the long reply, I though I posted this already >.>