WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)

[Outisakanobody]

Will threw Joel against the side of the bus, then drew and cocked his revolver. "Your demonic powers don't scare me as long as I know I can put you down with a bullet to the skull, just like any other rabid dog." Truly there was no fear in Will.

"Let's get to New York, okay? Then you can shoot the hell out of fake-me."

Will growled again, almost like a wild animal himself. "No. Not this time." he said, ignoring anything else that was happening.

 

[Random berk]

As Joel lowered his gun, Dromaeus did the same with his dagger but kept it unsheathed, ready to slash through Joel's spine if he was trying to trick them. Then Will pounced on him.

"General, just leave it! A reckoning will come for him one day, but for now we need him!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Fine." Joel said. "Any last requests?" He raised the hood on his cloak, and took out his scythe. Time seemed to stop around them. Colour faded. "Did you know that your body was taken to New York when you died?"

OOC: Joel isn't actually going to kill him, he's just showing his power off.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

"Will, calm down." Eragon tried to soothe the general. "The time for retribution will come." He looked coldly at Joel.

 

[Drakmorg]

Addressing Mat, "Fair enough. What's the game?" Preginald heard the thud and saw the indentation in the hover-bus roof, he let out a large sigh, "Let me deal with this first." Preginald parked the hover-bus down in a nearby field and climbed atop to inspect what at first appeared to be a mechanical man. "Damn R&D team always springing these new models on me when I'm not ready. I'll have to give some of them a damn good thrashing later and dock this from their pay." Preginald poked at the large man's head with his cane, "Alright get up, what's your model number?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

IN REAL-TIME:
Joel turned to Mat. "I'll enter the wager. Depends what the game is though."

IN DEATH-TIME:
"So, William Tecumseh Sherman. Any. Final. Requests?"

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

As Joel shifted into his dark form Eragon had had enough. "malthinae" He said with an arm extended to Joel binding him in place with magical energy. "Back down" He said, his other hand reaching for his sword.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Yes. that time is now, and it will be by my hand!' Will shouted. "Make your threats now dog, while you still can."

OOC: Really can't let this one slide guys. To avoid death, I suggest you incapacitate Will, though less-than-lethal would be appreciated..

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Can we still intervene in your 'Death Time'?

If so;
Dromaeus dragged Will back roughly and held him. Though the general was strong, he was no match for the physical force of a warrior of Skyrim. Dromaeus forced his gun hand down. Will struggled, but Dromaeus held him fast, and shook him to get his attention, shouting as he did so.

" Calm down for the Divines sakes! General, you are a reasonable man. Understand that at the moment, fighting Joel will only lead to your death. We need everyone working together, as best we can manage anyway."

If not; Disregard the whole post.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel looked at the others, frozen in time. "Are you really threatening the Grim Reaper?" he growled. "It's really just a formality. You get a request, I might do it, I make you young again, then you're dead. You could always give up."

 

[Outisakanobody]

Will could hear his heart pound in his chest. He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings. He was solely focused on Joel. 'Grim Reaper. Ha. Arrogant bastard. I'll give him a lesson in humility.' he thought. "You want a request? Fine. Die." And with that Will fired his gun.

OOC: If Random does interfere, we can just say the shot missed.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Fully drawing his sword Eragon said "Are you threatening Eragon Shadeslayer? I have killed the immortal before Garm, I would not have this. Take up your sycthe Reona...I will cross blades with you over this insult."

OOC: Reona=Reaper Garm=Wolf

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel moved behind Will. "You have to do better than that to beat Death." he glared as the bullet fired. "I was going to let you live, but now... Now... No, it's too easy."
Time restarted around them. Joel sat on another seat and slid the gun into his pocket.

 

[Drakmorg]

Preginald responds to the large armored man, "Oh, you aren't an automaton. In that case you are going to pay me back every last cent to fix my bus you oaf. And of course I'm not with the Chinese. No way in hell they could ever make something as spectacularly perfect as me. Now get up, you're gonna tear through the roof if you stay up here."

 

[Random berk]

Ignore this.

 

[Outisakanobody]

OOC: Seems not Random. Perhaps now?

Will sees his bullet fly through the empty air. Suddenly he hears Joel behind him. He whips around and cocks his gun again, intending to press the barrel directly into Joel's forehead.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Eragon kept his blade drawn. "No! I demand you cross blades with me Joel." Eragon focused on the Garm.

OOC: Yeah, Eragon's not gonna let this go either but hes not willing to resort to magic unless things get really out of hand.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel looked up at Will. "How do you know that bullet didn't just hit some farmer. Incidentally, it did."
Joel had followed the bullet. Slight changes in the air pressure, windspeed, it hit the young man square in the gut.
"Only you know he's out there. Run, and you can save him. But you'll have to own up. Stay, and he'll die of sepsis. Or bleed out. He won't be found for hours."