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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1338385" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Vincent and Randall (Dara and Tara)</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Vincent's tactic works and a small horde of kids jump Matthew, prying his power draining gadget from his hands. It falls to the ground and is promptly stomped on, breaking it. The weasly kid behind Randall is backpedalling, squealing "Don't let the goat-boy eat me!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">With no opponent controlling the opposing space fighter, Randall wtfpwns it, winning the game. The crowd of kids cheers and someone grabs Matthew's wallet and starts handing out winnings. Kids are still shoving him around, calling him a cheater and heckling him. But most of them are way smaller than he is.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">He gets up and shoves them away, grabbing his wallet. "I'll get you all for this," he says, trying to sound tough. A small crowd of girls, all clothed in EPIC school uniforms, are gathered by the door. One of them steps up behind Matthew and takes off her long jacket revealing her extra set of insectoid arms and her wings.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"Mmmm. A cheater. And I haven't eaten in hours," Tara says, spinning Matthew around and picking him up easily, her insect arms gripping him under is arms. She opens her mouth and starts slowly, dramatically, lowering Matthew towards it. Despite the fact her mouth is completely normal, he starts screaming, "Let me go! Let me go!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Dara, standing in the crowd, projects a loud, "<em>Oh my god! She's going to eat another one! I can't look!</em>" into everyone's head. The crowd of kids let out an "ooooo" and stare in amazement. Matthew goes limp, the front and back of his pants growing dark with wetness.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"Ewwwwww!" Tara exclaims, dropping the passed out bully into a puddle of his own urine and stepping away with a look that pretty much says "Ewwwwww!" by itself.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">And the crowd of kids goes wild. It dies down soon enough though, as the arcade owner thunders over. "Hey, what's going on here! All you kids, get out of here! I don't want no trouble in my place!" he says as he shoes you out into the food court.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">As the mob of kids surround the EPIC students and pester them with questions and laugh about how they put Matthew in his place, Randall feels someone tugging at the patch on the back of his neck. "Let me get this off you," the girl who gave him the patch says as she removes it. She puts the patch in her backpack and pulls out a marker. She grabs Randall's hand and writes something on it. "I'm Monica," she says, then looks over at the exit to the mall and lets out a squeak and runs off. "Gotta go! Talk to you later!"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Randall looks at his hand to see an e-mail address.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Johan and Kevin</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">You enter the restaurant, but Miss Toan asks you to wait near the door. "I just have to let my partner know you'll be helping us, and my client too. He's a bit edgy and she's a bit paranoid about this whole ordeal." She walks over, and her walk makes you both look at each other and back to her and think, "<em>Damn!</em>" After a brief conversation, she gets her partner, a large caucasian man, to nod in agreement. Her client says nothing, but Miss Toan talks softly to her and finally she agrees.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">She waves you over and you head towards their table.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Raisa, Michelle and Carl</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Carl finishes some notes on a pad of paper and catches up with you. He points to an extremely high priced clothing outlet called "Davinci's". You stand in front of their windows, mouths agape, at both the fine outfits they have and the fact that the lowest price you can see from outside is nearly $1,000.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"We can get you something decent in here. They always have tailors on hand too, so getting something in your size shouldn't be hard to do, Raisa," Carl says.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">John, X12 and Neutron</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Sanjay gets up and follows you both out. "Holy boring flick!" he exclaims as he exits the theatre. "What's the plan now?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">X12 looks over to the right and sees three men about sixty feet away, dressed nearly identically, standing near another theatre entrance. Nobody else is in the hall, and it looks like two of them were the guys that entered your theatre. Two enter the theatre, and the remaining one leans up against the wall, in the shadows.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">He's dressed in some sort of body armor similar to standard police body armor. He has a headset on that has both an in-ear earpiece, small microphone and what appears to be some sort of lenses. You can't make out his features from here.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">He looks left, then right and spots you. He appears startled and lets out a curse. "They followed us out," he says into his microphone. "Three of them." He has a british accent. He steps out from the wall and starts walking towards you. "Looks like the robot thief, that wressler and, hey," he says. He's now within forty feet and steps under a light.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">It's the mutant from the mag-lev.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"It's the little bastard that torched my head," he finishes as he pulls out a rifle and takes aim at Neutron.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Vincent, Randall, Dara and Tara</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Blaster fire sounds from outside the food court. You see trio of police officers in body armor exit a bank and start firing stun blasters at a quartet of oriental gang members. As the shots ring out, the gang members pull weapons of their own and return fire. Six oriental youths, dressed similarly to the gang members in the gun battle, get up from their seats in the food court and start running towards the incident. They appear to all have guns or swords.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Two of the four gang members are hit and go down, yellow energy surrounding their bodies. The police are hit several times by autofire rounds, but their armor seems to generally protect them.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">People are screaming and running in a panic as the gunfire continues. You are about 150 feet away, and movement will be hampered by the stampeding crowd coming towards you.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Raisa, Michelle and Carl</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">You are about to enter the third floor shop when you hear blaster and weapon fire down the mall towards the food court. You look over the nearby railing and see a trio of police officers exit a bank, engaging in a gun battle with oriental gang members. The cops appear to be using stun blasters and the kids automatic blasters.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">You see six gang members run past you two stories down (45 feet down), towards the gun battle (not the same as the ones in the food court). You are 45 feet up and a hundred and fifty feet away in a direct line. Taking the nearest stairs would take about three hundred feet in movement.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Johan and Kevin</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">You've barely taken a step when you hear the click of boots on tile behind you. At the same moment, you hear the rat-a-tat of automatic gunfire a short distance away. You turn and two men and a woman walk casually into the restaurant. They are in full body armor (no helmet) and wear headgear with in-ear earpieces, microphones and goggles. The men are the mutant from the mag-lev, and the woman looks just like them, only female. One man is pulling out a pair of swords, one has a hand blaster with several grenades at his hip and the woman has no weapon you can discern.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"Well, well, look who we have here," the man in the middle says. "The battle-suit boy and the kid with a divergent personality."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"Split," Miss Toan says in surprise behind you. "I didn't think it would be you."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">"Hand over the woman, and nobody gets hurt," the female version of Split says.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The kitchen door opens and another Split walks out. In a french accent he says, "Or we could just hurt people." He shoots Toan's partner in the back and he collapses over the table. "And down goes Mr. Murphy," he says, grinning. The woman screams.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Johan has himself and two full power duplicates currently. The surprise round is done.</span></span></em></p><p> </p><p><em><u><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Initiatives NPC's</span></span></u></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Split (all instances): 24 (1)</span></span></em></p><p><em><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Mia Toan: 12 (1)</span></span></em></em></p><p><em><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Brock Murphy: 24 (2)</span></span></em></em></p><p><em></em><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Police: 7</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Gang Members: 2 (2)</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Carl: 6 (2)</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Dara: 2 (1)</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Tara: 11 (1)</span></span></em></p><p> </p><p><em><u><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Initiatives PC's</span></span></u></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Amazon 16</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Loki 26</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Metal Mistress 23</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Multibrain 15</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Neutron 6 (1)</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Speed Demon 29 (21)</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Stealer 12 (2)</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Straight Jacket 9</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">X12 11 (2)</span></span></em></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #ffffff">And now for a week of combat!<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></span></span></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1338385, member: 13737"] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Vincent and Randall (Dara and Tara)[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Vincent's tactic works and a small horde of kids jump Matthew, prying his power draining gadget from his hands. It falls to the ground and is promptly stomped on, breaking it. The weasly kid behind Randall is backpedalling, squealing "Don't let the goat-boy eat me!"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]With no opponent controlling the opposing space fighter, Randall wtfpwns it, winning the game. The crowd of kids cheers and someone grabs Matthew's wallet and starts handing out winnings. Kids are still shoving him around, calling him a cheater and heckling him. But most of them are way smaller than he is.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]He gets up and shoves them away, grabbing his wallet. "I'll get you all for this," he says, trying to sound tough. A small crowd of girls, all clothed in EPIC school uniforms, are gathered by the door. One of them steps up behind Matthew and takes off her long jacket revealing her extra set of insectoid arms and her wings.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"Mmmm. A cheater. And I haven't eaten in hours," Tara says, spinning Matthew around and picking him up easily, her insect arms gripping him under is arms. She opens her mouth and starts slowly, dramatically, lowering Matthew towards it. Despite the fact her mouth is completely normal, he starts screaming, "Let me go! Let me go!"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Dara, standing in the crowd, projects a loud, "[i]Oh my god! She's going to eat another one! I can't look![/i]" into everyone's head. The crowd of kids let out an "ooooo" and stare in amazement. Matthew goes limp, the front and back of his pants growing dark with wetness.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"Ewwwwww!" Tara exclaims, dropping the passed out bully into a puddle of his own urine and stepping away with a look that pretty much says "Ewwwwww!" by itself.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]And the crowd of kids goes wild. It dies down soon enough though, as the arcade owner thunders over. "Hey, what's going on here! All you kids, get out of here! I don't want no trouble in my place!" he says as he shoes you out into the food court.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]As the mob of kids surround the EPIC students and pester them with questions and laugh about how they put Matthew in his place, Randall feels someone tugging at the patch on the back of his neck. "Let me get this off you," the girl who gave him the patch says as she removes it. She puts the patch in her backpack and pulls out a marker. She grabs Randall's hand and writes something on it. "I'm Monica," she says, then looks over at the exit to the mall and lets out a squeak and runs off. "Gotta go! Talk to you later!"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Randall looks at his hand to see an e-mail address.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Johan and Kevin[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]You enter the restaurant, but Miss Toan asks you to wait near the door. "I just have to let my partner know you'll be helping us, and my client too. He's a bit edgy and she's a bit paranoid about this whole ordeal." She walks over, and her walk makes you both look at each other and back to her and think, "[i]Damn![/i]" After a brief conversation, she gets her partner, a large caucasian man, to nod in agreement. Her client says nothing, but Miss Toan talks softly to her and finally she agrees.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]She waves you over and you head towards their table.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Raisa, Michelle and Carl[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Carl finishes some notes on a pad of paper and catches up with you. He points to an extremely high priced clothing outlet called "Davinci's". You stand in front of their windows, mouths agape, at both the fine outfits they have and the fact that the lowest price you can see from outside is nearly $1,000.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"We can get you something decent in here. They always have tailors on hand too, so getting something in your size shouldn't be hard to do, Raisa," Carl says.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]John, X12 and Neutron[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Sanjay gets up and follows you both out. "Holy boring flick!" he exclaims as he exits the theatre. "What's the plan now?"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]X12 looks over to the right and sees three men about sixty feet away, dressed nearly identically, standing near another theatre entrance. Nobody else is in the hall, and it looks like two of them were the guys that entered your theatre. Two enter the theatre, and the remaining one leans up against the wall, in the shadows.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]He's dressed in some sort of body armor similar to standard police body armor. He has a headset on that has both an in-ear earpiece, small microphone and what appears to be some sort of lenses. You can't make out his features from here.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]He looks left, then right and spots you. He appears startled and lets out a curse. "They followed us out," he says into his microphone. "Three of them." He has a british accent. He steps out from the wall and starts walking towards you. "Looks like the robot thief, that wressler and, hey," he says. He's now within forty feet and steps under a light.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]It's the mutant from the mag-lev.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"It's the little bastard that torched my head," he finishes as he pulls out a rifle and takes aim at Neutron.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Vincent, Randall, Dara and Tara[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Blaster fire sounds from outside the food court. You see trio of police officers in body armor exit a bank and start firing stun blasters at a quartet of oriental gang members. As the shots ring out, the gang members pull weapons of their own and return fire. Six oriental youths, dressed similarly to the gang members in the gun battle, get up from their seats in the food court and start running towards the incident. They appear to all have guns or swords.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]Two of the four gang members are hit and go down, yellow energy surrounding their bodies. The police are hit several times by autofire rounds, but their armor seems to generally protect them.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]People are screaming and running in a panic as the gunfire continues. You are about 150 feet away, and movement will be hampered by the stampeding crowd coming towards you.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Raisa, Michelle and Carl[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]You are about to enter the third floor shop when you hear blaster and weapon fire down the mall towards the food court. You look over the nearby railing and see a trio of police officers exit a bank, engaging in a gun battle with oriental gang members. The cops appear to be using stun blasters and the kids automatic blasters.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]You see six gang members run past you two stories down (45 feet down), towards the gun battle (not the same as the ones in the food court). You are 45 feet up and a hundred and fifty feet away in a direct line. Taking the nearest stairs would take about three hundred feet in movement.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Johan and Kevin[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]You've barely taken a step when you hear the click of boots on tile behind you. At the same moment, you hear the rat-a-tat of automatic gunfire a short distance away. You turn and two men and a woman walk casually into the restaurant. They are in full body armor (no helmet) and wear headgear with in-ear earpieces, microphones and goggles. The men are the mutant from the mag-lev, and the woman looks just like them, only female. One man is pulling out a pair of swords, one has a hand blaster with several grenades at his hip and the woman has no weapon you can discern.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"Well, well, look who we have here," the man in the middle says. "The battle-suit boy and the kid with a divergent personality."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"Split," Miss Toan says in surprise behind you. "I didn't think it would be you."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]"Hand over the woman, and nobody gets hurt," the female version of Split says.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=white]The kitchen door opens and another Split walks out. In a french accent he says, "Or we could just hurt people." He shoots Toan's partner in the back and he collapses over the table. "And down goes Mr. Murphy," he says, grinning. The woman screams.[/color][/font] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Johan has himself and two full power duplicates currently. The surprise round is done.[/color][/font][/i] [i][u][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Initiatives NPC's[/color][/font][/u][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Split (all instances): 24 (1)[/color][/font][/i] [i][i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Mia Toan: 12 (1)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Brock Murphy: 24 (2)[/color][/font][/i] [/i][i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Police: 7[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Gang Members: 2 (2)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Carl: 6 (2)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Dara: 2 (1)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Tara: 11 (1)[/color][/font][/i] [i][u][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Initiatives PC's[/color][/font][/u][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Amazon 16[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Loki 26[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Metal Mistress 23 Multibrain 15[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Neutron 6 (1)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Speed Demon 29 (21)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Stealer 12 (2)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]Straight Jacket 9[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=white]X12 11 (2)[/color][/font][/i] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=#ffffff]And now for a week of combat!:D[/color][/font][/i] [/QUOTE]
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