"Right..." Franky quickly replied. If Ryan was still tied up, Franky would fire a very thin laser to nick the bindings on the man, letting him free, coming no where near the kindling. "Can you open the door, please?"
We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)
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Samus watched the Little Sister leave, then looked back at the body of the Big Daddy before standing up and looking to Blondie and Seras. "We should go to the others."
Ryan rubbed his wrists. "Certainly." he approached the door, which opened in his presence. he looked out to see all the banners defaced, and sighed. "This, will take time to repair... Still, musn't grumble. The great chain still stands unbroken." he began walking down the long hallway at a leisurely pace.
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Gideon would hear the lift slowly arrive and open, allowing the investigators, including Don, Emilia, and the others that had been assigned to keep an eye on the group, to enter. They seemed subdued, tired, and surprised at the majority of the group being missing from the dorms.
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Gideon would hear the lift slowly arrive and open, allowing the investigators, including Don, Emilia, and the others that had been assigned to keep an eye on the group, to enter. They seemed subdued, tired, and surprised at the majority of the group being missing from the dorms.
As the elevator doors open a second time a man in a waistcoat strolls out, drenched in water. A small device strapped around his wrist electrifies then stops. The man sweeps the surroundings with a glance and hopes he's alone besides the men who had left earlier.. The man strolls down the corridor, stealthily as to not introduce himself to unacquainted guests, and examining the nearby rooms which seem to be dorms. The man proceeds to sit down on a nearby bed and begins to tinker with the wrist machine. Delicately touching the machine as the men moved along.
Once the lift came to a stop on the floor of the dorms, Gideon prepared to try and slip into the lift the moment those inside left it, hoping they would walk out and not look to the side. Once he saw it was the investigators that exited, however, he put this plan aside, blew a small sigh and pushed off the wall.
"That sure took a while." He said, rubbing the back of his head as he walked away from the lift. "The lot'f you look like you ran a marathon. What happened down there?"
"That sure took a while." He said, rubbing the back of his head as he walked away from the lift. "The lot'f you look like you ran a marathon. What happened down there?"
Don looked to Gideon. "We had a false alarm. which led to a lot of security checks." Emilia snorted. "Which led to us counting every damn thing in the armory, top to bottom, including every single damn bullet." Don glanced over, amused. "You did check the vortex cannons, right? I know Jameson reminded you to do that." Emilia gave him a very understandable gesture with the middle finger. "Next time, Jack's getting to escort the puppy dog. I'll have your back when its fighting time Jameson, but I swear to god if you had asked me to check the damn vortex cannons one more time, your head would have been target practice."
Jameson glanced down, and rubbed his head. "Sorry..."
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The group that had hunted the big daddy would have no trouble reaching the door. It opened, revealing the corridor, with a spider slicer lounging at the end of it. There were wires leading from him to the turn off of the corridor, blocked from view.
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The thing in the immigration room would possibly hear mutterings.
"Iss a thing. Cans we eats it?"
"'Course we can. We'z orks. We'z eat anyding. If its got squishy bits, I calls it."
"Gah, dats no fairs! We wantz the squishy bits!"
"Den stomp me! I iz bigger, so I getz da squishy bits."
Jameson glanced down, and rubbed his head. "Sorry..."
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The group that had hunted the big daddy would have no trouble reaching the door. It opened, revealing the corridor, with a spider slicer lounging at the end of it. There were wires leading from him to the turn off of the corridor, blocked from view.
[hr]
The thing in the immigration room would possibly hear mutterings.
"Iss a thing. Cans we eats it?"
"'Course we can. We'z orks. We'z eat anyding. If its got squishy bits, I calls it."
"Gah, dats no fairs! We wantz the squishy bits!"
"Den stomp me! I iz bigger, so I getz da squishy bits."
The man stands up and sneaks to the doorway. The conversation that was occurring mentioned Vortex cannons. The man crawled up to the bed again. He began tinkering away making mental notes as he went.
"Well, that sure sounds like a blast. Especially the 'counting bullets' part. If that's not the best way to spend a night, I don't know what is." Gideon responded dryly. Walking to the center of the dorms, he stopped and turned towards the investigators, slippings his hands into his pockets again. "If it was false alarm, where did those other guys head off to, though?"
The creature in the immigration groaned and sat up as it took notice of the murmurings going on around it. "Maw? Paw? Issit time for tillin' already?..." Came a sleepy grumbling from the creature. The creature stretched out it's limbs, surprised to find a piece of paper in one of its hand. "Hmm? Whuzzis?"
Blondie decided to get the drop on the splicer and shot it with his revolver twice, aiming to kill. He figured with everything that had gone on in the other room, stealth was no longer an option anyway.
"Wait, what? The rest of the groups gone?" Don asked, surprised. He glanced around the room, realizing that Gideon was just about the only person there.
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"'Ey! Iss movin'! Less get it!"
"Alright, I call de brains!"
"Wait, what?! Brain is a squishy bit! why would you get da brains?!"
"Brains ain't always squishy bits! you're brain sure ain't squishy!"
"Gah, I'll crump ya later for dat one. For now, crump dis creature!"
With that, the creature in the immigration room would hear several feet thumping as the two orks approached it.
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Blondie's shots would wizz by, one hitting the slicer. "You sure thats a smart idea buddy?! lots of explosives connected to my little life sensor!" the slicer called out, grinning through the mask he wore. He continued his walk towards the three, scraping one of his hooks against the floor as he moved. He seemed not to care about the bullet in his arm.
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"'Ey! Iss movin'! Less get it!"
"Alright, I call de brains!"
"Wait, what?! Brain is a squishy bit! why would you get da brains?!"
"Brains ain't always squishy bits! you're brain sure ain't squishy!"
"Gah, I'll crump ya later for dat one. For now, crump dis creature!"
With that, the creature in the immigration room would hear several feet thumping as the two orks approached it.
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Blondie's shots would wizz by, one hitting the slicer. "You sure thats a smart idea buddy?! lots of explosives connected to my little life sensor!" the slicer called out, grinning through the mask he wore. He continued his walk towards the three, scraping one of his hooks against the floor as he moved. He seemed not to care about the bullet in his arm.
Samus responded to the splicer by carefully aiming and firing the harpoon gun at his foot, hoping to nail him to the ground without killing him.
As the man fixed his device he pressed a button. A flash engulfed him. He reappeared in a white room with desks. "Note to self: Fix the targeting system." He groans before falling unconscious.
"Heyyyy..." The creature slowly droaned to itself as it heard more of the voices around it. "Y'all don't sound like Maw or Paw... And y'all don't sound like no-one else... What would that make y'all?..." It pondered aloud to itself. The creature seemed lost in thought with itself, though if either of the approaching entities were to get within 30 feet of it, the creature would immediately snap to attention and face them.
"As you can see, they are that." Gideon responded, nodding after cocking his head backwards to indicate the space behind him. "There was an anouncement that there was trouble in Zone 736, so they all went marching into that lift to help out." He explained. "So, explain t'me, if this was a false alarm, why were they called out, dispite not working here?"
Having asked this, he soon offered a possible answer to the question as the thought came up in his head. "Wait. Let me guess. The thing in the armoury was diversion. Divide and conquer, and such."
Having asked this, he soon offered a possible answer to the question as the thought came up in his head. "Wait. Let me guess. The thing in the armoury was diversion. Divide and conquer, and such."