Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-21-2010, 06:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
“Calm, Calm…†Dr. Anarchy searched the crevices of her mind to find a memory of this Calm, eventually she remembered of what the Cultivator said. “Oh yeah! Guy who sold his soul, flame-y knife of death, that guy. Why him?â€
[background=silver:2vvh6oh1]Hoss sighed, how this woman is a scientist was beyond him, “He has yet to make himself apparent. I don't want anything sneaking up on me. Or us.â€[/background:2vvh6oh1]
The doctor gave Hoss an estranged look, half of the god damn competition was unseen, like the meatball, or that airy guy, but she decided to play along with it. “Fair enough.†She drank the last of her juice box, squeezing what remaining liquid was in it and tossing it away. “So what you just want me to like; fire in random places?â€
[background=silver:2vvh6oh1]“Crevices, hallways, hiding places. So we may flush him out.â€[/background:2vvh6oh1]
“This is your master plan? I mean, I suppose I can see the sense in it…but he's not like a rat or anything.†The doctor removed her backpack and began rummaging through it. “Still if collateral damage is what you want you've come to the right gal!†She pulled out a strange metallic tube, it looked like a silencer, only thicker and adorned with technology. She strapped it onto the barrel of her Death ray.
“Damage amplifier! When standard Death ray just won't cut it!†She pointed the now much bulkier cannon at a group of stalagmites; the laser fired and exploded on impact, much alike a grenade. “YEAH TAKE THAT STALAMITES! Pretty cool aye? Sucks power like a bitch though. Can't fire as much, still, should be easier for flushing stuff out!†She put on her backpack and took a quick glance at her watch; her jet packs charge was 52 percent and rising, enough to make a quick get away if needs be.
“So then! Where to first!â€
“Calm, Calm…†Dr. Anarchy searched the crevices of her mind to find a memory of this Calm, eventually she remembered of what the Cultivator said. “Oh yeah! Guy who sold his soul, flame-y knife of death, that guy. Why him?â€
[background=silver:2vvh6oh1]Hoss sighed, how this woman is a scientist was beyond him, “He has yet to make himself apparent. I don't want anything sneaking up on me. Or us.â€[/background:2vvh6oh1]
The doctor gave Hoss an estranged look, half of the god damn competition was unseen, like the meatball, or that airy guy, but she decided to play along with it. “Fair enough.†She drank the last of her juice box, squeezing what remaining liquid was in it and tossing it away. “So what you just want me to like; fire in random places?â€
[background=silver:2vvh6oh1]“Crevices, hallways, hiding places. So we may flush him out.â€[/background:2vvh6oh1]
“This is your master plan? I mean, I suppose I can see the sense in it…but he's not like a rat or anything.†The doctor removed her backpack and began rummaging through it. “Still if collateral damage is what you want you've come to the right gal!†She pulled out a strange metallic tube, it looked like a silencer, only thicker and adorned with technology. She strapped it onto the barrel of her Death ray.
“Damage amplifier! When standard Death ray just won't cut it!†She pointed the now much bulkier cannon at a group of stalagmites; the laser fired and exploded on impact, much alike a grenade. “YEAH TAKE THAT STALAMITES! Pretty cool aye? Sucks power like a bitch though. Can't fire as much, still, should be easier for flushing stuff out!†She put on her backpack and took a quick glance at her watch; her jet packs charge was 52 percent and rising, enough to make a quick get away if needs be.
“So then! Where to first!â€