WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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"Was that a dragon?" Dromaeus asked. "It sounded... it felt ancient, powerful. Wise." Suddenly the buildiing shook, and Joel shouted a warning.
"Damn it, will we ever find a moment of peace in this mad world?!"
"Damn it, will we ever find a moment of peace in this mad world?!"
Eragon refocused as the building shook. "I'll explain fully later but now I agree with Foley."
Mat hit the ground floor and dashed, until the helicopter crashed and skidded out in front of the building. "Blood and bloody ashes!" He shouted, readying his spear. What was worse by far, he knew, the dice in his head hadn't stopped. Something else was coming. Something worse.
Eragon fled the building and instantly began searching for where the explosive missle had come from. He was on the edge of Eragons mental range, a man in a opposite bulding who was now fleeing downstairs. "I've got him." Eragon shouted drawing his bow. He sprinted for the opposite building and said "Risa" and he flew from the ground and landed atop the roof. He drew his bow and aimed at the fleeing, distant figure
Joel-5 walked out of his room. "Forget someone?" he asked, before shooting at Joel, Artie and the Merc.
Joel let go of the railing and fell, grabbing the lower one. Artie ducked, creating a shield.
Joel let go of the railing and fell, grabbing the lower one. Artie ducked, creating a shield.
Dromaeus , who had been standing beside the Merc, dragged him back to a corner, out of the line of fire. Nocking an arrow to his bow, he leaned around the corner and fired back at the surviving fake Joel.
Joel-5 continued firing. "You got Joel, I think I got Crowley. Alpha, get the Merc."
A sniper shot fired, striking the Merc's chest.
A sniper shot fired, striking the Merc's chest.
"Damn it!" Dromaeus shouted as the arrow skimmed just past Joel-5's head, and the Merc fell beside him.
"FUS RO DAH!!!" Joel -5 was thrown hard against the wall well behind him. By the time he stood up again, another arrow was flying directly for his left eye. Even as it flew Dromaeus crouched, becoming almost invisible. He grabbed the Merc and started dragging him out of the sniper's line of fire.
OOC: Are you changing character AGAIN, Trilby?
"FUS RO DAH!!!" Joel -5 was thrown hard against the wall well behind him. By the time he stood up again, another arrow was flying directly for his left eye. Even as it flew Dromaeus crouched, becoming almost invisible. He grabbed the Merc and started dragging him out of the sniper's line of fire.
OOC: Are you changing character AGAIN, Trilby?
Seeing one of the fake Joels emerge from his room and begin firing on Joel and those with him. Eragon could not get a direct shot and so turned his attention back to the man who fired the missle. It was a long shot but Eragon loosed his arrow, his elven strength hurling the shaft straight and true at his target. Eragon's elven sight saw his arrow smash through a window and land in the mans left shoulder taking him to the ground. Eragon set off to recover his arrow and find out who the attacker was.
OOC: Yeah. I don't really know what to do with the Merc, and Joel's going to be going soon. So myeh.Random berk said:
Joel sprinted away, and climbed into the car waiting for him. "Good job. Take me to the warehouse."
OOC: And here I am being so disciplined, despite all the amazing characters I could use. 
The arrow penetrated Joel-5's eye and kept going, the head protruding several centimetres from the back of his skull. He fell against the wall, gasping and spasming violently. Meanwhile Dromaeus got the Merc into cover, fumbling for a potion of extreme healing as he felt for a pulse.
"Merc! Merc, can you hear me? Come on, speak!"
The arrow penetrated Joel-5's eye and kept going, the head protruding several centimetres from the back of his skull. He fell against the wall, gasping and spasming violently. Meanwhile Dromaeus got the Merc into cover, fumbling for a potion of extreme healing as he felt for a pulse.
"Merc! Merc, can you hear me? Come on, speak!"
OOC: yeah, but my mind is incapable of consistency.Random berk said:OOC: And here I am being so disciplined, despite all the amazing characters I could use.
Eragon's speed and magic had brought him to the man lying on the floor clutching the arrow in his shoulder. Eragon pulled the arrow from the wound, cleaned it with magic and returned it to his quiver. "Who sent you?" He questioned before casting the truth spell. "and i'll know if you lie."
"Go to hell." The man said, spitting blood at Eragon. Before he could dominate his mind the man pulled the pin on a grenade he had concealed. As it exploded Eragon did not move, his wards stopped the fire and the shards of metal in the air. He turned to look back at the police station and set off for it. His companions would need help.
"Go to hell." The man said, spitting blood at Eragon. Before he could dominate his mind the man pulled the pin on a grenade he had concealed. As it exploded Eragon did not move, his wards stopped the fire and the shards of metal in the air. He turned to look back at the police station and set off for it. His companions would need help.
Dromaeus found the potion and held it to the Merc's lips, but the man's head fell limply to one side. He was dead. Dromaeus closed his eyes and snarled, punching a fist impotently into the ground beside him. Then he resolved himself to avenge his ally. He edged up to the doorway, then sprinted out into the hallway and toward the window, shattering it with an arrow as he went. Taking cover behind the wall beside the broken window, he drew Mehrune's Razor and used its highly polished blade as a mirror. Finally spotting the sniper, he leaned out of cover.
"KRII LUN AUS!!!" he shouted, the mark of death reaching out across the void toward the doomed man.
"KRII LUN AUS!!!" he shouted, the mark of death reaching out across the void toward the doomed man.
In a flash Eragon appeared beside Dromaeus who was tending the now dead Merc. "Sé mor'ranr ono finna" He said mournfully over the body before joining Dromaeus who had moved on. He put his hand on his shoulder and said "I'm with you Dromaeus."