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Discussion in 'Role Playing' started by Immortal Trance, Nov 5, 2015.
"We're not from anywhere around here, to say," Flynn says in reply.
"TIME TO FLY AROUND RANDOMLY!" He shouts before doing just that.
Alexander just stands there, waiting for aldora. As much as he wanted to go first, he felt she should have the honor.
"Ladies first," he says with a grin.
"Aren't you just the essence of chivalry?" Aldora grins and starts climbing down the stairs.
Elise was starled by the sudden noise of gunfire, especially after the peace they had experienced since leaving the city. Were these Trif-Tech guards? How would they have found her group so quickly? But the first shot hadn't killed anyone. It was a warning shot. "We should just wait it out, and see what they want afterward. They've got to run out of bullets, eventually, right?"
"What do you mean by that? There's no other place but here." He asked. He then spat blood onto the floor.
There are muffled cries the gender to these cries are unspecified. The concrete walls are stained with the drips of water that seem to be coming form nowhere.
Upon finally reaching the end of the stairs a light turns on. There is only one room, a man is in chains on a wall, his mouth is stitched shut.
Kotoka shakes his head. "There is no waiting it out, they must be everywhere. They obviously didn't like us spotting their friend, and in this jungle there's no telling if they are looking us dead in the face now!" He brings out his chainsaw and readies it. He didn't turn it on quite yet.
"We're from a city..." Drake points in the general direction of Trifaria. "Trifaria, I believe."
His eyes grow wide. "You mean the city with the big walls! You escaped, JUST you two here?" He asks
"Certainly not just us too. The 'big walls'... are in pretty rough shape."
"Oh really, that must have been the big explosion. Thought it might have been the Latins. You seem surprisingly normal for a bunch of city dwellers." He then stands up, winces a bit, and spits more blood on the ground.
"I'll be off then. Nice meeting you two kids." A pocket watch is then thrown to the floor, Dew attempts to crush it with his foot in disgust but it is futile. They were indestructible.
"Okay, first of all, is this light automatic or did somebody know we were here? Second of all..." Aldora looks at the chained man in disgust. "What are the chances we're going to end up like you, mister? I'd say we ought to watch out." This last remark is directed toward Alexander, along with a cautionary glance his direction. Aldora begins looking for a makeshift weapon, in case her suspicions are correct and whoever did this to the man was expecting more visitors.
The man sees her, he gets angry and tries to break free but is too weak. Loud clanging noises are made.
"Yeah, nope, not helping you." Is there anything else in the room worth investigating, or should she just go back upstairs and shove one of those kegs over the trapdoor?
A book is next to the locked man, but oh its too late...
The trapdoor above slams shut.
"Kotoka, no! If you go out there you'll be killed!" Just like Nova and Ben. The weight of her friends is heavy in her pant's pockets, no metaphor necessary. As the rain of gunfire tares apart the greenery around them, Elise looks around for an escape route. Nothing but trees and shrub in the 180 degrees she could see. Oh.... a tree. "Kotoka, can you use your chainsaw to cut that tree down?" The tree in question sat at the edge of the clearing, just at the edge of the crumbling wall. In the chaos of it's collapse, they could have a chance to escape.
He then crashes into a window. "A fuf thats my face."
Flynn hesitantly stops Dew, "excuse me, do we have to part ways? You obviously seem very familiar with the area, we're new and could use a quick look-around, besides, more manpower to kill those Latins if we stumble across them. The three of us here know how to fight in case you're wondering, I just didn't think I should've killed you earlier. Seeming as how you're a nice guy and all," Flynn said, throwing his best words of persuasion he can when they come spitting from between his lips, he's practically batting his eyelashes.