[d20M] League of Extraordinary Gentlemen -- UPDATED 12/4! NOTHING STRESSFUL GOING ON!
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Well, what's the point of being invisible if you can't go around killing random guards, right? Right... ? 
When Griffin takes that trenchcoat off, Mr. Hyde seems like an upstanding member of society with a strict code of ethics in comparison. (Hyde just tends to be a little noisier and messier.)
When Griffin takes that trenchcoat off, Mr. Hyde seems like an upstanding member of society with a strict code of ethics in comparison. (Hyde just tends to be a little noisier and messier.)
Wulf Ratbane
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Galfridus said:
Heh... True enough. He didn't have a lot of luck with his +3d6 sneak attack, even though he pretty much got it on every attack. Everyone at the table was very surprised that he couldn't drop that guard in one shot. Poor, doomed bastard...
Wulf
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Favorite votes for Nemo and Griffin, okay, but I'm still voting for Mina as my favorite. Yeah, I know I'm biased, but she was always my favorite in the comic book too.
Although I will admit, Nemo's player did look kind-of-cool walking around the house with the towel wrapped around his head.
Although I will admit, Nemo's player did look kind-of-cool walking around the house with the towel wrapped around his head.
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Wulf Ratbane
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Hmm... Well, if I have time to update tonite-- and I might!-- I am betting we get a couple votes for Hyde...
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SCENE TWO: COLORADO SPRINGS
Mina slowly edged away from Jekyll, away from the back entrance to the barracks, away from the weapons shed, but most especially, away from the Colonel and his henchmen. She was about halfway back along the edge of the barracks when Henry finally lost it.
"Please... please, don't point those guns at me. I don't like to be threatened..."
"Shut it!" one of the guards yelled. "The Colonel's askin' the questions here!"
"I said... I said... I DON'T LIKE TO BE THREATENED, YOU PUNY F---!"
The guards opened fire on Edward just as he finished his transformation. Even at relatively close range, and with shotguns, their shots weren't terribly accurate-- and understandably so. Henry Jekyll had suddenly changed into a gigantic, raging proto-primate. His huge, gorilla-like arms, tipped in massive claws, lunged for them. One shot went wide; one shot grazed Edward but did little other than to annoy him. He grabbed one of the unfortunate guards, hauled him into his embrace, and pulled his arms off with all the ease and sadistic glee of a child pulling the wings off a fly.
"SHOOT ME AGAIN, MOTHER F-----! GRRRAAAAAAAUUUUGH!"
The other guard didn't have a chance to comply with Edward's request. Quartermain opened fire, blowing the poor fellow's arm off at the shoulder. He turned to run, still in shock, but Nemo stepped forward, and his dark face was like the grim countenance of Death himself. He opened fire with his massive machine-pistol and turned the man into hamburger.
To their credit, the brave men of the U.S. Army rallied to the occasion, rallied around their Colonel. They pulled every makeshift weapon they had on hand-- boot knives and bayonets, broken broomsticks and bedposts-- and piled out of the barracks as fast as they could. Several ran for the front, a few more started piling out of the windows, and some unlucky few barreled out of the rear entrance to the barracks, in the dark alley beside the weapons shed-- where Edward waited.
He took them one at a time and killed them with wild abandon, laughing all the while.
They piled out in thicker numbers, pushing from the back, desperate to get to the melee-- unaware that they rushed like lemmings to their doom. They heard the cries of their comrades, begging for help.
Begging for mercy.
Hyde killed them two at a time. His massive jaws ripped the top off one man's skull, and Edward slurped the contents like a melon, spewing blood and gore over himself and the man locked in his grip. Edward tore him apart, too, and flung the remaining gobbets in several directions.
He killed them three at a time, even as they piled up around him, flanking him, plunging their weapons into his flesh. Edward flailed around him, using a ragged limb-- an arm? a leg? who could tell, now?-- as a makeshift club. The more brutal, the more gory the brawl, the more Edward seemed to enjoy it. He scarcely noticed that he was slowly dying. Certainly, Henry Jekyll would have been dead many times over.
West's pistols barked over the sound of the melee, blowing the lock off the shed. The door flew open and West started firing across the alley, into the press of bodies framing the doorway of the barracks. Just to his left, he could see Edward looming, roaring, dripping in blood.
Quartermain had edged down to the end of the barracks, and standing over the alleyway, he joined West in picking off soldiers. Edward didn't know it, or he didn't care, but to West and Quartermain it was clear that his situation was really pretty desperate. Eventually, the press of bodies started to thin out. West wedged himself in next to Edward and blasted away carefully with his pistols at anybody that made it inside Edward's reach.
Meanwhile, Mina had edged down to the corner of the barracks, when she suddenly felt the cold press of sharp steel against her neck.
"Call him off!" the soldier cried.
"I wish I could," Mina said calmly.
"Call him off!" A trickle of blood appeared on her neck.
"This one lives!" Mina said, looking over at Nemo. "We need a prisoner!"
Nemo's gun was trained on the soldier, but he knew there was little he could do with Mina serving as a human shield.
The guard was baffled at the bravado of the waifish woman. He had little time to suss it out-- the woman, the dark man, the monster-- because a loose fieldstone came floating around the corner behind him, unseen, and splattered his brains out.
"Griffin, you bastard," said Mina. The whole thing was going to hell in a handbasket.
"PLEASE!" she screamed in desperation. "Don't kill the Colonel!"
Nemo responded by opening fire on the Colonel, who had turned to run. The Colonel went tumbling down like a deer. It was a fine, long range shot by Nemo. Of course, any closer, and the Colonel would have been shredded by the tiny harpoon flechettes.
They could hear the sound of footsteps running off into the distance.
"Be right back," said Griffin, chuckling.
"CAN WE JUST KEEP ONE PERSON-- ONE PERSON-- ALIVE HERE?" Mina begged. Since the beginning of the encounter, her standards had slipped and slipped and slipped away.
From his perch atop the barracks, Quartermain watched as Hyde prepared to dispatch the last of the foes around him. He paused for a moment, but his conscience got the better of him.
"Better step away, West," he said.
James West looked up into the eyes of Hyde. There was no mistaking the bloodlust there; he wasted no time backing slowly out of sight, allowing Hyde to finish off his opponents. The raging behemoth vented his anger on the huge pile of soldiers at his feet-- he'd killed a dozen, maybe two dozen, even-- before he finally collapsed.
Nemo rushed to his side just in time to stabilize Henry Jekyll. He finished his work and helped Jekyll to his feet. They joined Mina, Quartermain, and West, standing over the Colonel. The Colonel was just coming around when West suddenly reached out and pistol whipped him into unconsciousness.
"This is unsalvageable," Mina groused. "How do you intend to explain all this? You just knocked him senseless, how do you intend to explain that?"
"All I know is," West reasoned, speaking slowly, "If he's unconscious, I don't have to explain NOW."
"Hmmm..." Jekyll said. "My bag... I have some drugs in my bag, special drugs... They might help us in our interrogation. Of course they might also drive him irrevocably insane... Hmm..."
"Let's question him before we start f---ing with his brain, please." said Griffin.
"Just a little bit of smelling salts, Henry," said Mina. "But let's get him to his quarters first."
They moved the Colonel to his quarters and tied him securely to his chair. Jekyll brought him around for the gruelling interrogation: the layout of the base, any potential traps, the whereabouts of Tesla and his notes, and so forth. The group made themselves at home, sipping tea while the Colonel took questions from them all.
It was all amazingly straightforward. No traps. Nothing sinister. Tesla was simply gone, one day. His notes were in the underground laboratories, still. The group started to get the unmistakable queasy feeling that they'd just slaughtered a whole lot of relatively innocent men.
At long last, it was over. "Anyone else have any questions before we knock the Colonel out again?" West asked.
The was silence for a moment, then the Colonel spoke up, his voice wavering just a bit.
"Well, yes," said the Colonel. "I have some questions. How about you let me go? Who the hell are you? Hell, here's a simple question: How about a spot of tea for me?"
West turned, taking a cup from Dr. Jekyll and handing it to him with a grim smile.
"Colonel, enjoy your sedative laden tea."
Mina slowly edged away from Jekyll, away from the back entrance to the barracks, away from the weapons shed, but most especially, away from the Colonel and his henchmen. She was about halfway back along the edge of the barracks when Henry finally lost it.
"Please... please, don't point those guns at me. I don't like to be threatened..."
"Shut it!" one of the guards yelled. "The Colonel's askin' the questions here!"
"I said... I said... I DON'T LIKE TO BE THREATENED, YOU PUNY F---!"
The guards opened fire on Edward just as he finished his transformation. Even at relatively close range, and with shotguns, their shots weren't terribly accurate-- and understandably so. Henry Jekyll had suddenly changed into a gigantic, raging proto-primate. His huge, gorilla-like arms, tipped in massive claws, lunged for them. One shot went wide; one shot grazed Edward but did little other than to annoy him. He grabbed one of the unfortunate guards, hauled him into his embrace, and pulled his arms off with all the ease and sadistic glee of a child pulling the wings off a fly.
"SHOOT ME AGAIN, MOTHER F-----! GRRRAAAAAAAUUUUGH!"
The other guard didn't have a chance to comply with Edward's request. Quartermain opened fire, blowing the poor fellow's arm off at the shoulder. He turned to run, still in shock, but Nemo stepped forward, and his dark face was like the grim countenance of Death himself. He opened fire with his massive machine-pistol and turned the man into hamburger.
To their credit, the brave men of the U.S. Army rallied to the occasion, rallied around their Colonel. They pulled every makeshift weapon they had on hand-- boot knives and bayonets, broken broomsticks and bedposts-- and piled out of the barracks as fast as they could. Several ran for the front, a few more started piling out of the windows, and some unlucky few barreled out of the rear entrance to the barracks, in the dark alley beside the weapons shed-- where Edward waited.
He took them one at a time and killed them with wild abandon, laughing all the while.
They piled out in thicker numbers, pushing from the back, desperate to get to the melee-- unaware that they rushed like lemmings to their doom. They heard the cries of their comrades, begging for help.
Begging for mercy.
Hyde killed them two at a time. His massive jaws ripped the top off one man's skull, and Edward slurped the contents like a melon, spewing blood and gore over himself and the man locked in his grip. Edward tore him apart, too, and flung the remaining gobbets in several directions.
He killed them three at a time, even as they piled up around him, flanking him, plunging their weapons into his flesh. Edward flailed around him, using a ragged limb-- an arm? a leg? who could tell, now?-- as a makeshift club. The more brutal, the more gory the brawl, the more Edward seemed to enjoy it. He scarcely noticed that he was slowly dying. Certainly, Henry Jekyll would have been dead many times over.
West's pistols barked over the sound of the melee, blowing the lock off the shed. The door flew open and West started firing across the alley, into the press of bodies framing the doorway of the barracks. Just to his left, he could see Edward looming, roaring, dripping in blood.
Quartermain had edged down to the end of the barracks, and standing over the alleyway, he joined West in picking off soldiers. Edward didn't know it, or he didn't care, but to West and Quartermain it was clear that his situation was really pretty desperate. Eventually, the press of bodies started to thin out. West wedged himself in next to Edward and blasted away carefully with his pistols at anybody that made it inside Edward's reach.
Meanwhile, Mina had edged down to the corner of the barracks, when she suddenly felt the cold press of sharp steel against her neck.
"Call him off!" the soldier cried.
"I wish I could," Mina said calmly.
"Call him off!" A trickle of blood appeared on her neck.
"This one lives!" Mina said, looking over at Nemo. "We need a prisoner!"
Nemo's gun was trained on the soldier, but he knew there was little he could do with Mina serving as a human shield.
The guard was baffled at the bravado of the waifish woman. He had little time to suss it out-- the woman, the dark man, the monster-- because a loose fieldstone came floating around the corner behind him, unseen, and splattered his brains out.
"Griffin, you bastard," said Mina. The whole thing was going to hell in a handbasket.
"PLEASE!" she screamed in desperation. "Don't kill the Colonel!"
Nemo responded by opening fire on the Colonel, who had turned to run. The Colonel went tumbling down like a deer. It was a fine, long range shot by Nemo. Of course, any closer, and the Colonel would have been shredded by the tiny harpoon flechettes.
They could hear the sound of footsteps running off into the distance.
"Be right back," said Griffin, chuckling.
"CAN WE JUST KEEP ONE PERSON-- ONE PERSON-- ALIVE HERE?" Mina begged. Since the beginning of the encounter, her standards had slipped and slipped and slipped away.
From his perch atop the barracks, Quartermain watched as Hyde prepared to dispatch the last of the foes around him. He paused for a moment, but his conscience got the better of him.
"Better step away, West," he said.
James West looked up into the eyes of Hyde. There was no mistaking the bloodlust there; he wasted no time backing slowly out of sight, allowing Hyde to finish off his opponents. The raging behemoth vented his anger on the huge pile of soldiers at his feet-- he'd killed a dozen, maybe two dozen, even-- before he finally collapsed.
Nemo rushed to his side just in time to stabilize Henry Jekyll. He finished his work and helped Jekyll to his feet. They joined Mina, Quartermain, and West, standing over the Colonel. The Colonel was just coming around when West suddenly reached out and pistol whipped him into unconsciousness.
"This is unsalvageable," Mina groused. "How do you intend to explain all this? You just knocked him senseless, how do you intend to explain that?"
"All I know is," West reasoned, speaking slowly, "If he's unconscious, I don't have to explain NOW."
"Hmmm..." Jekyll said. "My bag... I have some drugs in my bag, special drugs... They might help us in our interrogation. Of course they might also drive him irrevocably insane... Hmm..."
"Let's question him before we start f---ing with his brain, please." said Griffin.
"Just a little bit of smelling salts, Henry," said Mina. "But let's get him to his quarters first."
They moved the Colonel to his quarters and tied him securely to his chair. Jekyll brought him around for the gruelling interrogation: the layout of the base, any potential traps, the whereabouts of Tesla and his notes, and so forth. The group made themselves at home, sipping tea while the Colonel took questions from them all.
It was all amazingly straightforward. No traps. Nothing sinister. Tesla was simply gone, one day. His notes were in the underground laboratories, still. The group started to get the unmistakable queasy feeling that they'd just slaughtered a whole lot of relatively innocent men.
At long last, it was over. "Anyone else have any questions before we knock the Colonel out again?" West asked.
The was silence for a moment, then the Colonel spoke up, his voice wavering just a bit.
"Well, yes," said the Colonel. "I have some questions. How about you let me go? Who the hell are you? Hell, here's a simple question: How about a spot of tea for me?"
West turned, taking a cup from Dr. Jekyll and handing it to him with a grim smile.
"Colonel, enjoy your sedative laden tea."
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