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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 30, 2007 8:58:57 GMT -5
Leon goes and sits in a corner of the room and watches the fire.
"This is just too damned much stress," he says and lights up a joint, then looks around. "Where the hell has everyone been, man?"
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 30, 2007 13:37:45 GMT -5
Hammering noises briefly echo through the bar, but they stop abruptly when you try to identify where they are coming from.
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 30, 2007 14:32:09 GMT -5
Vito reaches for his .50 cal shotgun. "I got those noises, mabey a zed knocked out a window." he looks at the zombie eque chick. He sets down the shotgun, reaches into his pocket and jams a syringe in her neck. "Alright, I'm off then."
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 30, 2007 16:07:41 GMT -5
There is a brief buzz...for a moment, the air tastes like copper and the hairs on your arm stand up. There's another loud "KLANG" from behind one of the walls, then it all goes silent again.
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Post by Padre Romero on Apr 30, 2007 20:22:00 GMT -5
About an hour later, as the fire begins to die down, there is a hissing sound from the pipe above, less like static than the scrape of wire against steel, or perhaps the crackle of electricity arching through the empty air. The pipe above the bar vibrates, almost shaking out of its socket, before the room is illuminated by a blast of searing white light as untold thousands to crackling lightning bolts slice down from this sluce and bury themselves in the nails on the floor. The room is filled with a buzzing sound, an infernal device jerry rigged hours ago is driving itself dry. As the coil crackles away, you notice a figure standing beneath the pipe, bowing like a magician who has just preformed a clever trick. He's clean shaven, with clothing fully intact, like the years he's spent within this city haven't touched him. He's also wearing the unmistakeable collar of a jesuit priest. The antique holster on his side holds not a gun, but a welded contraption of wires and switches. he flicks one, and the machine he's been painstakingly assembling all day dies down. "And now, having loosed the fateful lightning of my terrible swift sword..." He begins, "I've come to bring you my truth: My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. And he comes not in a corona of heavenly fire or the subtle play of stars on the sky, but in the light all of us, by our rendering in his image, can produce." He picks up a flare, which lays at his feet on the floor. "You've seen these little lightbringers before...lovely, aren't they? They will serve a purpose more wonderful than you can imagine." He walks out the door, and lights the flare, placing it at his feet once again. "The city is dying...this much is understood, but I've come to this sole standard of nightlife looking to take the living into the day...and all it takes is you...and a little flaire..." The signal goes off, and washes the priest once again in blinding light...when it burns away, he's gone... wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/The_Second_Extravaganza |
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 1, 2007 10:56:30 GMT -5
Leon rubs his eyes and swears
"Holy naked women, Batman. What the hell was that?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on May 1, 2007 16:10:37 GMT -5
"I'm not sure ... so it must have been a Jesuit." Mel shakes her head. "Flare guns. That's great. They're planning fireworks. Do you think there'll be potato salad and fluffy bunnies? I outta turn 'em in. I have contacts in the fire department, you know."
"DJ, there's a stack of boards in the kitchen, unless you like trying to fit tables and chairs together in some sort of weird new age monkey puzzle ... I'll get 'em."
She gives Leon a look. "Some of us around here like to *do* things rather than sit in a corner and shake like a dog shittin' razor blades."
Away she flounces into the kitchen.
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Post by Vito The Don on May 2, 2007 5:11:29 GMT -5
Vito tumbles down the stairs firing blindly over his shoulder. "There's about 25 zeds upstairs, someone throw me my big gun."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 3, 2007 6:59:31 GMT -5
Spinbad goes over to Vito's gun pile.
"Uh...do you want the AK-47, the M-16, the anti-tank weapon, the M4A1 SD, the 552, the M63A, the M60E3, the M14, the AKS-74, the F90, the SR-25, or the M82A1A?"
The DJ mutters to himself, "Damn...many of these are standard U.S. NAVY SEALS equipment..."
((OOC: If you don't know any of these automatic weapons, try playing SOCOM))
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Post by Vito The Don on May 3, 2007 16:30:11 GMT -5
Vito snaps a zed neck." My custom." Vito throws another out the window. "FAST."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 3, 2007 17:50:02 GMT -5
Leon's eyes rested appreciatively on Melody's ass as she wandered off and he smirked at her comment, then stretched and leaned back in his booth, propping his feet up.
"So 25 zeds upstairs. What else is goin on around here?"
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Post by Specialist290 on May 3, 2007 18:00:27 GMT -5
An alarmed (and somewhat less injured, thanks to the strange causality that seems to surround the Elbow Room) notices with dismay the progress of the barricade fire.
"SAVE THE TURK!!" he shouts, suddenly diving to push the machine out of the path of the raging inferno.
"Echec!" the Turk's ancient mechanical voicebox adds as it slides across the floor.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 4, 2007 1:33:44 GMT -5
Leon watches Melody's rear as she exits, licking his lips before Specialist alarms him suddenly.
"Nuuuu, not the turk!" Leon shouts as he hops to his feet and helps Specialist move the antiquated machine to safety.
"Wait...wasn't there something more pressing?"
Leon scratches his head, takes another sip of a screwdriver made with oranges he's not going to share, and looks at Spec. "I...no...yeah...no...who?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on May 4, 2007 1:41:04 GMT -5
Melody returns from the kitchen cradling an industrial-size fire extinguisher in her arms, and turns the hose on the smoldering barricades.
"Don't freak out about the upstairs, they can't really get down here past the hole unless they tumble, and it'll be easy to pick them off one at a time. Got to get some of these bodies out of here though, before they start stirring again."
She watches the foam douse the last of the flames, and sets the cannister down with a thump.
"Honestly! Haven't you guys ever been in a siege? Barricade, heal, kill, dump! Can't forget the basics ... if someone'll help me move the broken boards and stuff, we can pull the metal shutter down."
She watches the two men wrestle with the antiquated machine, shaking her head. "Boys and their toys ... I'll do it my damned self, then. Would a little covering fire be too much to ask, o brave and intrepid heroes?"
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Post by Vito The Don on May 4, 2007 5:04:15 GMT -5
Vito yells down at Melody. "Then you try to get these things to stop biting at me." He dispatches another with a knife to the head. "This is so 'Resident Evil'. " Vito jumps into and abandoned room and looks around. Seeing a gold idol on a pedistal he carefully takes a sandbag from his pocket. He slickly switches the two, only to have the pedistal to sink down, and a massive round boudler to fly after him. Using his whip to clear the massive holes in the ground, he clears teh stairs and makes it donw stairs allive. "That shit always happens to me. Random misadventures. Its like the zoo all over again."
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