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Post by OshaliteX2 on Feb 16, 2018 20:19:00 GMT -5
NOT THE BIRDS
Uhhhh throw a regular 'splodey grenade at just the right time to blow 'em away. Shoot any that you miss like pew-pew-bang.
Also try to ask Iris if she actually is immortal because that CAN'T be healthy.
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Post by Planetbox on Feb 22, 2018 17:39:11 GMT -5
Not wanting to wait around and see what the flock plans to do when it reaches him, Andre pulls the grenade he bought earlier out of his pocket, removes the pin, and then tosses it into the hoard of doves. Thanks to his careful timing, the grenade’s explosion consumes every last one them.
The heat from the explosion also happens to cook the birds, sending several perfectly toasted drumsticks across the street. One such drumstick hits Iris in the eye, dealing a single unit of damage. Eventually, the smoke clears, but Iris looks more annoyed than anything.
“Wow,” Iris exclaims, “Such animal cruelty... And you people claim to be the good guys?”
“We don’t claim to be anything,” Anthony replies, “We’re just defending our town from your kind.” He spits out the last word as if it was an insult.
“Umm... Wow,” Iris says as she calmly picks up the dove drumstick that had assaulted her earlier from the ground and takes a bite out of it. “Whatever happened to freedom of expression, huh?”
“Hmm...” Mr. Alex calls down, “Considering that you were the ones who very nearly brought our government to shambles, you seem to care quite a bit about our laws!”
“Besides...” Andre adds, “I don’t think shooting someone with C4 is covered by that in the first place...”
Iris continues chewing the cooked dove casually, ignoring their logic. She mumbles, “Hmm... Surprisingly, this stuff doesn’t taste like chicken...”
Suddenly, Andre hears a yelp of pain coming from Anthony. Before Andre can even turn to look at him, the old man slams into him and sends them both to the ground. Andre lands on his back, and Anthony lands face-first at his feet. Andre sits up as quickly as he can and points his gun at where Anthony was standing, but is shocked to find no one there.
However, Mrs. Alex won’t let the lack of a target get in the way of her unleashing a hail of bullets on the street below. But, surprisingly enough, the bullets actually seem to make impact with something. A few stop in mid-air, boring into some unseen obstacle, while others bounce away, sending sparks flying off of nothing. Andre doesn’t have to wonder about this anomaly for too long. In the middle of the bullet fire, a figure suddenly materializes in front of him, stumbling away from the bullets.
Mrs. Alex finally stops firing and glares skeptically at the figure, who shakes their fist at the house and shouts, “Dude? What the FRICKing FRICK is your problem? Why can’t a guy just punch an old man without getting shot at these days?”
The figure’s voice, which sounds masculine but riddled with static (as if coming through a transceiver), is the only identifying information Andre can get from them. The rest is hidden by some kind of bizarre and sleek metal suit of purple and gold. Andre can’t quite tell if the suit is supposed to depict something specific. From certain angles, it comes to resemble just about everything. Either way, Andre would have thought he looked like a superhero, had the man not punched an old man in the face a few seconds ago.
“Oh, hey, Dank Destructor or whatever the heck you call yourself now!” Iris says, chewing the drumstick. “I was hoping you wouldn’t show up over here, but I guess the stars just weren’t aligned in my favor!”
The weird, suited cultist quickly turns toward Iris, the left side of his suit covered in scratches or bullet holes. “Ha ha, good one. It’s the Dark Destroyer, idiot!” The Dark Destroyer starts making fluttery hand gestures and prances around like a woodland pixie. His voice suddenly extremely high-pitched, probably thanks to a voice modulation system, he explains, “Oooh, I know how to really get his goat! I’ll just mispronounce his name! Brilliant! Bow before my maaaagical wit!”
“Settle down, you two...” Alex calls down as she reloads her gun. “I got plenty more bullets left with your names on ‘em.”
The Dark Destroyer’s voice returns to normal as he raises his hands and shouts, “Ah, don’t shoot! I justhad this armor painted!”
“Well, I don't have armor, since I don't need to hide behind ugly sheets of metal when I fight!” Iris responds, “So if you tried not to do anything stupid for a bit, I’d really appreciate it.”
The Dark Destroyer turns on Iris and shouts, “Dude, what the hell is your problem? Can’t you go two seconds without makin’ some kinda jab at me?”
“Of course not,” Iris says, pulling her silk hat over her eyes. “Your ridiculous blundering up at the watchtower nearly cost us the entire mission. You were supposed to clear the way for us to get in, but instead you alerted the whole town to our presence...” She points her baton at the Dark Destroyer and continues, “That takes a special brand of incompetence!”
The two continue arguing, but Andre can’t make out any specific words. Iris’s words had struck a nerve with him.
Something happened at a watchtower... and the Dark Destroyer’s mistake allowed the warning bell to go off? Did this mean he was the one who nearly killed Bradley?
This man had shot his friend and shoved him off a watchtower, and now he was throwing around banter like it hadn’t even happened? The thought of it brought Andre’s blood to a boil.
If Anthony had come to the same conclusion, he doesn’t let on. He just leans closer to Andre and mumbles, “Those two’re gettin’ along as well as a match and a powderkeg... Perhaps we could use that to our advantage...”
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP -----------------------|------------------------Iris the INVINCIBLE (21/25)
Bullets: 4 / Money: $4 ------------------------------------|------------------------The Dark Destroyer (29/30)
Anthony Wright (25/30) ----------------------------------|
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Feb 22, 2018 22:08:07 GMT -5
Drop a safe on Dankboy and convince him Iris did it.
If that doesn't work do it again just to appease your anger.
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Post by Planetbox on Mar 9, 2018 16:00:48 GMT -5
Deciding that his best option here is to attempt to turn the two cultists against each other, Andre concentrates on doing something he’s done before: dropping an anvil on someone’s head. But this time, instead of forming it above his target’s head, he forms it near where Iris is standing and then sends it hurtling towards the Dark Destroyer with a flick of the wrist. The anvil hits him right in the head, and his scream fluctuates rapidly due to the transceiver as he falls to the ground. He takes 5 damage and his helmet now has quite a crack in it, but other than that he seems fairly unscathed.
The Dark Destroyer springs up from the ground and lands on both of his feet with one motion. Then, shaking with rage, he shouts, “Y- You traitorous scum! What do you think you’re doing?”
Iris gives him an annoyed glare and asks, “What? You think I did that?”
“Well, who else would have done that?” the Dark Destroyer replies, “Y’know, you were knockin’ my suit earlier. Maybe I should take off these gauntlets so I can strangle you with my bare hands!”
Iris scoffs. “I’d like to see you try. I bet your puny mortal hands couldn’t even touch my majestic form!”
“Oh, yeah?” the Dark Destroyer shouts, “Let’s find out!” Then he lunges straight at Iris.
The moment the two meet, a comically large cloud of dust surrounds them, interspersed periodically with flying fists, batons, knives, and the occasional bevy of doves. The ordeal, which looks like a fight from a cartoon to Andre, results in Iris and The Dark Destroyer both taking 5 damage. Then the dust settles, and the two cultists simply stand across from each other, breathing heavily.
“Wow...” the Dark Destroyer says, “That was actually pretty tough...”
Iris replies, “Yeah... You didn’t get yourself killed immediately. I’m surprised.”
“Y’know, Iris,” the Dark Destroyer continues, “I’ve got some newfound respect for you.”
“I don’t,” Iris says.
“Right-o!” the Dark Destroyer shouts, “Now that that’s settled, let’s get back to finishing off these losers!”
“Honestly, I lost track of what was going on several minutes ago...” Iris says, shrugging. “But sure, why not?”
The two cultists turn towards your group and begin to approach. The Dark Destroyer holds out his left arm, and a long thin slice of sharp metal emerges from the top. It immediately unfolds into a sawblade and starts spinning rapidly, filling the streets with a high-pitched buzzing noise. Meanwhile, Iris turns her baton back into its bow form and nocks some kind of arrow in it, aiming it at the group.
“Well, it was a good try,” Anthony leans in to Andre and whispers, “But I find a few bullets are usually more effective than weird psycho-manipulation...”
Iris fires her bow as the Dark Destroyer lunges.
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP -----------------------|------------------------Iris the INVINCIBLE (16/25)
Bullets: 4 / Money: $4 ------------------------------------|------------------------The Dark Destroyer (19/30)
Anthony Wright (25/30) ----------------------------------|
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Mar 10, 2018 0:34:01 GMT -5
Take Anthony's advice and shoot both of them whilst ducking and dodging to avoid the blades and arrows.
Briefly consider taking a swig of that whiskey you bought earlier.
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Post by Planetbox on Mar 24, 2018 15:54:30 GMT -5
Andre quickly leaps sideways, sending the arrow flying backwards into the Alexs’ house behind him. The moment it hits the wall, the impact point ignites, causing a small flame to grow on the side of the house. Andre quickly retaliates by raising his gun and firing a shot at Iris. The bullet hits her in the shoulder, doing 6 damage. Iris cries out in pain and puts a hand over the wound.
Meanwhile, the Dark Destroyer lunges at Anthony, a thin metal arm carrying the spinning sawblade farther out from his fist, but Anthony blocks the attack with his rifle, knocking the Dark Destroyer’s arm into the air, and then strikes the cultist in the stomach with his knee. The Dark Destroyer stumbles backwards, taking 4 damage. He sighs and mumbles, “Oww... Well, that could’ve gone a little better...”
“A little better?” Iris shouts, turning to him. “That disgusting bullet has tainted my mystic shoulder!”
“Oh, quit being such a drama queen!” the Dark Destroyer replies, “Just do your weird thing with the hat!”
Iris mumbles something incoherent and then takes off her silk hat, holding it upside-down in her mouth by the rim. She then concentrates on trying to turn her bow back into its baton form with only one hand.
Meanwhile, the small flaming arrow that struck the Alexs’ abode has now grown into an inferno. Mr. Alex looks down at the flames and says, “Well, that’s a fine mess you’ve all left us with.” He turns to his wife and calls out, “Dear, you keep dealing with these ruffians. I’ll go and fetch some water.”
“Yeah, sure thing...” Mrs. Alex says, her gun’s scope quickly switching between the two cultists.
“Alright, while she’s doing that...” the Dark Destroyer says, turning away from Iris, who's still trying to perform her magic act one-handled. “I have a joke for you guys. How many people from Thomasville does it take to screw in a lightbulb?”
Anthony says, “I don’t really give a damn.”
Ignoring him, the Dark Destroyer says, “None after I cut their hands off!”
The Dark Destroyer laughs at his “joke” and charges toward Andre, the sawblade spinning and heading straight for his hands. Unfortunately for him, a burst of gunfire rings out as Mrs. Alex unloads the rest of her magazine into his chest. He stumbles backwards, taking 1 damage. The Dark Destroyer shouts in rage and shakes his fist at Mrs. Alex, his sawblade waving around wildly in the air. “Ugh, come on! Was that really necessary? Right after I finished my cool line, too!”
“Sorry, but it wasn’t as cool as you thought it was...” Andre mumbles, gun trained on the Dark Destroyer.
Suddenly, Iris shouts, “AlakaZAM!” Andre glances over towards her and sees her holding her baton over her hat, with some small metallic object floating magically at the tip of baton.
Andre doesn’t recognize the object from his distance, but Anthony’s response makes it pretty clear. “D- Did you just pull the bullet in your shoulder out of your hat?!”
“Yep? Are you mystified yet!” Iris says cheerfully, looking quite pleased with herself. She swings her baton over her shoulder, tossing the bullet behind her, and adds, “That one’s a classic trick! Now I feel good as new!” She smiles and puts the hat back on her head.
The Dark Destroyer shouts, “Hey, guys, here’s another classic tri-”
Before the Dark Destroyer can finish the set-up to his mediocre one-liner, Andre pulls his gun’s trigger, firing a bullet straight at the cultist’s head. It ricochets off his face plate, leaving a small gash behind, and then whizzes clean through Iris’s hat, knocking the accessory onto the dirt road below.
Iris sighs in annoyance and looks contemplatively at the discarded hat. “Hmm... Too bad I don’t have any tailoring spells...”
Suddenly, Andre hears a splash behind him. He chances a quick glance behind him and sees Mr. Alex holding an empty bucket upside-down over the spot where the flaming arrow had struck his house. The flame is completely gone, nothing left behind but smoke and embers. Mr. Alex mumbles, “Alright... Glad to see that taken care of.”
“Andre, look out!” Anthony shouts.
Andre turns and sees the Dark Destroyer making another dash at him, a long blade extending rapidly from his left gauntlet. But before Andre can even think about the distinct possibility that he’s a second away from getting shish-kabob’d, more gunshots ring out and send the suited cultist stumbling away... to the left.
Andre turns right and looks to the source of the bullets. Standing at the other end of the road, decked out in combat armor and staring down the sights of his rifle, is Brad.
“Oh crap, another one?” Iris exclaims, “Where’d he come from?”
“Brad?! What do you think you’re doing here?” Anthony shouts with unexpected fury. “I gave you an order, did I not?”
“SORRY, sir!” Brad shouts back, “But I already made myself CLEAR! I’m not gonna be STANDIN’ AROUND while the CREEP who shot my FRIEND walks free!”
Andre briefly considers telling Brad that said creep is the cultist he just shot, but one quick glance at Anthony makes him change his mind. The glare on his face clearly says, “Don’t even think about telling him...”
Before Anthony can respond, the Dark Destroyer interjects, “Okay, I did not sign up for a shooting match with four people. Iris, how about we go find some less armed townsfolk to bother?”
“Y- Yeah, good idea,” Iris adds, “W- We should probably meet up with Bobby again...”
“No way, I hate that guy,” the Dark Destroyer replies, “I think I’ll go raid some alcohol stores. I heard these dustbusters make a mean jar of whiskey.”
“Dustbusters?” Mr. Alex mumbles, scratching his chin. “I... don’t believe I’ve heard such a strange attempt at an insult before.”
“Anyway, I’m out.” the Dark Destroyer says. “Peace, pals!” Then he presses a small button on the side of his head and instantly disappears. Mrs. Alex, having just reloaded her gun, sends a few bullets flying at the stop where he was standing, but they only make impact with the ground. The Dark Destroyer has already left.
But before anyone can process this, Iris takes her leave as well. She accomplishes this by kicking her hat sideways into an upside down position, waving her wand over it, shouting, “Abraca-derci!”, and then jumping straight into the hat. Indeed, the diameter of the hat extends in front of Andre’s eyes and swallows up Iris. Then the hat rights itself, floats into the air, starts spinning rapidly, and finally zooms into the sky, landing somewhere else in the town.
The street is filled with an unnerving silence. Just like that, the battle had ended as quickly as it began.
“So is that it then?” Mr. Alex says, first to speak. “Well then, if you all don’t mind, I think I’ll go fetch some tea. Dear, would you keep watch in case more of those ruffians come by?”
“Already on it...” Mrs. Alex says, making sure her gun is fully loaded.
“Brilliant! I’ll bring you back a cup!” Mr. Alex disappears from the windowsill, taking the bucket with him.
The shopkeeper’s departure heralds in a somewhat awkward silence. Eventually, Andre remarks, “Well, that was a close one… Good thing we all got out of it relatively unscathed, huh?”
However, it doesn’t look like Anthony’s interested in small talk. He marches straight over to Brad, his heavy footfalls making his anger clear before he even says a word.
“We need to talk...” Anthony snaps, his voice low and threatening. “I hope you have a good explanation for this...”
Brad lowers his gun and glares back at Anthony. “I’ve explained it to you TWICE already. I don’t like REPEATING myself!”
“Oh, really? Fine then,” Anthony scoffs. “Why don’t you explain why I shouldn’t put you in jail right now.”
“WHAT?” Brad responds incredulously. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re under ATTACK! How could you even THINK about LOCKING me up?”
“Because you’ve gone completely off the rails!” Anthony shouts, slamming his rifle barrel into the ground. “It’s at times like this that we need order more than ever! And if I can’t trust my own teammates to stop and think before charging blindly into battle, then how am I supposed to trust them to think clearly in combat!”
“I’m not charging BLINDLY into battle!” Brad replies, “All I wanna do is HELP! And I know what I’m DOING! I’ve defended the town from EIGHT cultists before! Why won’t you TRUST me?!”
“For God’s sake, this isn’t about you!” Anthony responds, “This is about everyone! I’m not resting the safety of our town on your fluctuating emotions!”
The argument seems like it’s going to spiral out of control. Andre knows he has to intervene somehow. But whose side should he take? Can he avoid taking a side at all?
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Mar 24, 2018 23:01:30 GMT -5
Try to convince Brad to channel his anger into, per say, devising new ways to help YOU kill cultists. It doesn't seem wise to go against Anthony but we gotta give Brad SOMETHING to do, right? Or see if Bradley's well enough to talk--he might be able to calm Brad down.
But don't we still need someone to keep watch and/or guard the town...?
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Post by Planetbox on Apr 24, 2018 16:09:32 GMT -5
Andre, quickly deciding that it would be best to avoid taking either side here, steps between the two men and shouts, “W- Wait! Let’s just try to stay calm, okay?”
“You should be tellin’ that to him,” Anthony says, pointing to Brad. “His shouting’ll attract every bandit in a five mile radius.”
“CALM?!” Brad replies, “We’re not gonna save our town by staying CALM!”
“L- Look, just- everybody, shut up!” Andre shouts, “We’re not gonna save anything by arguing endlessly!”
Anthony sighs and asks, “Well then, what do you think we should do?”
“Uhh... well...” Andre says, “Maybe we should let Brad talk to Bradley for a bit an-”
“That’s IMPOSSIBLE!” Brad interjects, “He’s UNCONSCIOUS, and his condition’s UNSTABLE! Florence doesn’t even know if he’ll LIVE!”
“Well, that’s out...” Anthony says.
“O- Okay fine...” Andre says, “Then... what we really need is a compromise... Y’know, something productive Brad can do that won’t get him killed...”
“I wouldn’t get KIL-”
Ignoring Brad’s outburst, Anthony replies, “Y’know, kid... That’s not such a bad idea... and I think I know just the thing.”
Anthony steps around Andre, looks Brad in the eye, and more calmly says, “Brad, we’ve already got three cultists runnin’ around in here. We can’t afford to let in any more.”
He points off to the watchtower that Bradley had fallen from earlier. “I need someone to take up watch on that tower. Think you’re up to it?”
Brad stares up at the tower for a few seconds and then looks back to Anthony. He cocks his gun and says, “I’ll make sure that no more of that SCUM sets foot inside OUR town!”
Anthony smiles and adds, “Good. And while you’re up there, I’d like you to call a meeting.”
Brad salutes, shouts “Aye-aye, SIR!” and runs off to the watchtower. Once he’s out of earshot, Anthony sighs in relief.
“Hey, you sure that’s a good idea?” Andre asks, “What if he spots one of the cultists and goes after them?”
“That’s just a risk we’re gonna have to take... but he’ll be the most safe and the most helpful up there.” Anthony explains, “Now, we should get going. We have to be there before Brad calls that meeting.”
Anthony starts to walk off, but Andre interjects, “Uhh, excuse me? Where are we going, exactly?”
“We’re gonna figure out how to deal with these cultists.” Anthony turns to Andre, smiles, and says, “We’re going to the War Room...”
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Andre follows Anthony through the doors of the town hall. The calm silence of the museum inside comes as quite a shock considering the chaos he’d faced that day.
“The town hall? Why here?”
“Well, this is the place where we make decisions during times of peace...” Anthony explains, “So it’s also where we make decisions during times of war.” He points at the picture of Mary on the far wall and says, “Now, help me take down that painting.”
As Anthony briskly walks to the other side of the room, Andre asks, “...Is this really the time for interior decorating?”
Anthony laughs and replies, “Of course not! Come give me a hand, and you’ll see what I’m doing.”
Following Anthony’s lead, Andre walks over to the painting and carefully helps Anthony take it off the wall. The two put it down and let it rest against a display case in the center of the room, and then Andre turns to look at the section of wall that had previously been covered by the painting. Embedded into the wallpaper is a small metal keypad with a thin green screen above it, awaiting a passcode.
Before Andre can ask what the point of the keypad is, Anthony walks over to the wall and quickly punches in five digits and hits the “Enter” button. Then he steps back as a section of the wall itself rotates 90 degrees, opening two doorways on either side of it, both leading to a wooden staircase hidden behind the wall.
“We hid the staircase to the War Room to keep cultists out...” Anthony explains, “So it’s the best refuge for planning counter-attacks when the town is occupied...”
“But what about everyone else?” Andre asks, “How do they know to come?”
Suddenly, Andre hears a rhythmic series of four tones, apparently loud enough to be clearly heard from inside the town hall. It’s fairly obvious what it is: one of the watchtower bells that Brad had been sent to ring earlier.
“That’s how.” Anthony says, “Now c’mon. Let’s head downstairs and wait for everyone to arrive.”
Anthony sets off down the staircase, and Andre quickly follows him.
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The War Room is small and dimly lit, a small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling being the only source of light. The room is just as furnished as it is lit, featuring only a large round table (on top of which is a detailed map of Thomasville) and several chairs that completely surround it.
It isn’t long before most of these chairs are occupied, entirely by people Andre recognizes. Anthony sits across from Andre, the two Alexs are sitting side-by-side, and Winifred and Shadi are occupying their own seats. There are a few empty chairs scattered about, though Andre can’t be certain of who would usually be sitting there.
Anthony slams the end of his rifle on the ground, silencing the last remnants of idle chatter. “Alright, I’m calling this emergency meeting to order. As I’m sure you all know, our town has been invaded by at least three cultists. They’ve already injured or killed several townsfolk and might be harming more people as we speak!”
“Yeah, even a blind man coulda figured that out,” Shadi mumbles, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table.
“Please try to take this seriously...” Mr. Alex says, adjusting his glasses. “We’re in quite a bit of danger here, and some of our number couldn’t even make it to this meeting.” He glances at the empty chairs.
“Speaking of which...” Winifred says, “Is it really a good idea to be starting a meeting like this one without the mayor present?”
“This is an emergency meeting.” Anthony glances at the seat next to him and replies, “...I’m not sure where Mary is, but we can’t wait around for her. Besides, she’s got her children to look after, and she’s never been one for wartime strategy anyway...”
Andre asks, “So, uhh, we’re trying to come up with a plan to defeat those cultists, right? Where do we start?”
“Whoa!” Shadi jerks in surprise, almost knocking his hat off of his head. “Since when has that new guy been here?” He scratches his chin. “What was his name again? ...Andy?”
“It’s Andre...” Anthony replies, giving Shadi an annoyed glare. “And I believe he’s shown enough experience in battle to join us here.”
“In fact, just a few minutes ago, I blew up some demonic doves with that grenade you tried to steal earlier...” Andre adds.
“Oh, that’s a shame,” Shadi mumbles, looking unperturbed. “I was hoping to borrow that later...”
“Anyway...” Mrs. Alex interjects, “In order to prepare for battle, we have to know what we’re up against... Anthony, you’ve met all these cultists face-to-face, right?”
“Right, I have...” Anthony answers, “And I even fought against two of ‘em.”
“Well, what’s your read on ‘em? We ain’t got all day...”
Anthony gives her a weird look but quickly explains, “Well, first guy I saw was some cowboy-lookin’ dude... He bragged about his ‘hawk-like’ vision and then shot an exploding bullet out of his gun. Hurt a lotta people...”
“It is often the most ridiculous cultists who turn out to be the most dangerous...” Winifred observes.
“Exactly... Anyway, next was some young lady dressed as a magician, who was also apparently a skilled archer...”
Mrs. Alex adds, “And she could pull a lotta weird crap outta her hat...”
“And finally, we’ve got some guy called the Dark Destroyer... He seems to be totally psychotic, and worst of all, he’s wearing a supersuit that’s almost totally impervious to our bullets.”
Mr. Alex adds, “For what it’s worth, direct attacks do seem to harm him somewhat... but doing so is quite a risk, since he seems to have a lot of weapons built into that suit of his.”
“Well, the answer here is obvious,” Shadi says, “We need some kinda weapon that’ll bust through that armor!” Then he shrugs and mumbles, “Not that I can think of anything like that...”
Anthony replies, “We’d still need to track him down, though... Not just him, but the other bandits too. And they could be anywhere...”
“Perhaps we could think of some way to track them,” Winifred says, “Or, better yet, to lure them all to one spot and then launch a surprise offensive.”
“F- For what it’s worth, Anthony and I managed to injure the two we fought pretty badly...” Andre says, “Maybe we could finish them off pretty quickly if we did that.”
“Well, we don’t necessarily want them dead.” Mr. Alex points out, “Taking one or more of them as prisoners would be strategically advantageous in the long run.”
Mrs. Alex replies, “Sure, but capturing those freaks is a lot more difficult than just killing ‘em.”
Anthony says, “Either way, I think Winifred’s suggestion might be our best bet, but we’d have to figure out how to go about it.” He looks at Andre and says, “Andre, you got any ideas?”
Everyone, even Shadi, turns to Andre. He gets the feeling that he should probably come up with something quickly.
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 24, 2018 18:23:54 GMT -5
Well first off, let's double check to make sure the Dank Destroyer isn't, like, squatting invisibly in the corner or something. Just in case.
But I think capturing them could prove useful. And besides, we almost defeated two of them at once that one time. One on its own couldn't be that bad... right?
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Post by Planetbox on May 16, 2018 17:00:55 GMT -5
“Wait, before we discuss this any further...” Andre begins, “Maybe we should make sure that weird suited guy didn’t turn invisible and sneak into this room to spy on us!”
“Good point...” Mr. Alex replies, “Dear, could you-”
“Way ahead of you.” Mrs. Alex steps up onto the table, moves to the center of the room, and cocks her gun. “Heads down, everybody!”
Everyone in the room quickly ducks under the table. Andre looks around in confusion, but after getting an annoyed glare from Mrs. Alex, he decides that he probably should too. With everyone safety under the table, Andre hears a loud, long burst of gunfire as Mrs. Alex unloads what seems like an entire clip into the room. Once she seems to be finished, Andre hesitantly looks back up and notices that the walls of the room now feature a trail of bullet holes covering the entire perimeter.
“Room’s clear,” Mrs. Alex calmly says as she steps down from the table, taking her seat once again.
“Well, alright...” Anthony mumbles, returning to his seat as well. “That’s settled, then...”
“That whole deafening hail of bullets was a planned thing, right? None o’ you guys got whacked or somethin’?” Shadi asks, “Just checkin’.”
“Yes, we are all fine,” Winifred replies, giving Mrs. Alex an annoyed glare. “Now, where were we?”
“We were talking about Winifred’s plan,” Andre says, “To try to capture one of the cultists or lure them into a surprise attack... I think that’s our best idea, at least.”
“The best place to pull something like that would be the town square,” Mr. Alex observes. “It’s got plenty of vantage points from all sides, so it’d be easy to surround them and prevent their escape... Still, we’d need a way to get one of them there.”
“Hmm... Do we know what their goals are?” Shadi asks, “If we had a clue why they came to this town in the first place, we could exploit that.”
“Goals?” Mrs. Alex asks, “These people don’t have goals! They just wanna screw up everythin’ they can get their hands on!
“Actually...” Anthony mumbles, “I might have an idea there...”
Shadi raises his eyebrows. “You mean these people actually have a reason for being here?”
“It looks like one of them does, at least.” Anthony gives Andre a concerned glance and continues, “That cowboy dude talked about gettin’ revenge... It sounds like he wants to kill the one who took out that cultist who showed up yesterday... I think his name was Simon...”
Winifred gives Anthony a skeptical glare and then looks over at Andre. “So you’re saying... He’s here to kill Andre?”
“Well, he doesn’t yet know that Andre was responsible,” Anthony replies, “But it sure does seem that way...”
“Wait, are you suggesting we use me as bait for this guy?” Andre asks.
“Course not, unless you’re up for it,” Anthony replies, “But we could always have someone else claim to be responsible, or even try to knock ‘im out before making a claim at all!”
“Hmm... Interesting,” Shadi mumbles, “I think this could actually work out...”
There’s a chance this plan could go horribly, but it does seem like everyone’s best option at the moment. Still, if Andre has anything else to contribute, this would probably be his last chance.
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4
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Post by OshaliteX2 on May 16, 2018 21:05:03 GMT -5
I mean Tumblebrain seems like the most lethal person up in this hizzows. If we're going for him, we'd best get his location, go to HIM, and prepare for anything. Or, more specifically, prepare for bullets, and lots of 'em.
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 3, 2018 14:51:41 GMT -5
“I mean, that Bobby guy seems like the most dangerous out of everyone here...” Andre says, “But I think we should try this. At the very least, it might distract him long enough to keep him from causing more damage.”
“Then it’s settled then,” Winifred says. “Still, we must decide on who will be taking the place of Andre...”
“I’ll do it,” Anthony replies without hesitation. “This is my town. If anyone’s risking their life for it, it’s me.”
“You sure about that?” Mrs. Alex asks, “You already took a bullet for this town yesterday...”
“Yeah, and I can use that to give merit to the idea that I’m the killer,” Anthony explains, “It seems like this guy’s difficult to fool, so it’s for the best that I can back my claim up.”
“J- Just watch out, okay?” Andre says, “I wouldn’t want you to get killed for my sake...”
“If I die, it’ll be for the sake of everyone,” Anthony says, as he slowly gets up from his chair. “Now, I’m gonna head to the office and send a message over the intercom. Everybody else head back to the main hall and wait for further instructions.”
Anthony turns and walks back up the large staircase, leaving Andre and the townsfolk alone in the room.
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A low whine echoes throughout Thomasville as Anthony attempts to speak over the intercom system.
“Uhh, testing, testing, 1, 2, 3... We good? Alright, we're good.” He mumbles.
“Okay, listen up,” Anthony continues, sounding a lot more clear and authoritative now. “I understand you bandits came here for some kinda revenge plot. One of you... Bobby, I believe? ...is looking for the one who shot some other bandit named Simon. Well, that person was me.”
After a short pause, Anthony continues, “I’m willin’ to turn myself in. But only once Bobby comes to meet me at the square... and he’d better come alone, or the deal's off. We’ll be awaiting your response.”
The intercom clicks off with a sense of finality.
In a dark alleyway, three quiet voices whisper in the darkness.
“This varmint wants to go toe-to-toe, huh? Well fine... He deserves what he’s gonna get...”
“You’re seriously gonna go alone? You’re gonna fight this guy without the help of my mystic powers?”
“Hell no. You and Dark Dude are gonna tag along. Just stay out of sight... I have a plan.”
“Yeah, sure thing, Billy Cattlefeed. I’m always up for crackin’ some skulls!”
“Just stay away from that man. I’m gonna make him pay... and I’ll do it myself...”
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“I’m starting to get the feeling that this is a horrible idea.”
“Shut it, Shadi,” Mrs. Alex responds, diligently keeping watch out of the town hall’s front windows. “You’re probably just passin’ a kidney stone again.”
“Nah, really,” Shadi continues from next to the window, where he’s leaning against the wall and absentmindedly spinning his revolver. “I mean, we’re inviting this guy to this meeting, so he knows exactly where we’re gonna be. He has the upper hand here. We’re basically askin’ to get a nuke dropped on us.”
From the other window, Mr. Alex says, “We have Winifred watching over the hospital, so at the very least he can help them evacuate if need be.”
“Besides,” Andre adds, “He thinks he’s just going up against Anthony, but he’s actually up against five of us. I think we’ve got the better odds.”
“Odds don’t mean a thing when you’re up against these freaks...” Shadi mumbles grimly.
After a few more minutes, Anthony, who’d been silent for the entire discussion, mumbled, “Well, well... Look who’s come crawlin’...”
Andre glances over Mr. Alex’s shoulder and immediately sees what Anthony already noticed. A man was slowly strolling across the town square, smoking cigarette hanging from his mouth as if he was simply taking a casual walk around the park.
Everyone’s expressions turn grim as they watch Bobby making his way towards the town hall. Without another word, Anthony opens the front door and walks outside, heading down to the foot of the steps and staring down the cultist. Andre quietly moves closer to the door in an attempt to hear what the two of them are talking about.
Anthony’s faint voice comes from the other side. “...I trust you came alone?”
“‘Course I did... I could ask you the same question.” Bobby replies, sounding disinterested.
Ignoring his question at risk of being caught in another lie, Anthony says, “So, you’ve smoked out the man that shot your friend. What’s next? Gonna just stand there?”
The tension was difficult to bear, the two men silently staring each other down for a few seconds. Bobby reaches for his cigarette and tosses it to the ground, grinding it up in the dirt as he explains, “It’s a bit of a dilemma we got here, really... It’d be easiest to just shoot ya’ dead, but that's not nearly as satisfying...”
“Well then, looks like we’ve reached a bit of an impasse,” Anthony says, “Because I don’t really care about your revenge fantasies... I just want you and your buddies out of our town.”
“Why don’t we settle this like men...” Bobby says, “You have a gun, right? So, we’ll have a little duel... right here, right now...”
Everyone in the town hall exchanges worried glances. Still, Anthony was a skilled marksman, so they had faith in his ability to at least injure the cultist. Not to mention, if anyone interjected, it would blow their cover, and Bobby would be less willing to fight fair. Staying put seems like the best option for now.
“How predictable... Shame it’s not high noon, right?” Anthony replies.
“Hey, what can I say? I consider myself a man of honor.” Bobby says, “Seems to me like this is the best way to prove once and for all who deserves to see the light o’ tomorrow.”
Suddenly, Andre notices something out of the corner of his eye. Something flashed near a window in one of the abandoned houses, like something was being swung through the air... But Andre couldn’t identify what it actually was.
There it was again! It looked like a purple sheet was flying between two of the windows. It almost looked like... a cape...
Confirming what Andre had already begun to suspect, an arrow sticks out of the window, pointed towards Anthony. Indeed, Bobby hadn’t come alone, and he didn’t intend to fight fair.
“So, what’ll it be, ya’ scoundrel?” Bobby asks, hand hovering over his holster. “You ready to go man-to-man?”
“Course I am,” Anthony replies, “The real question’s whether you are...”
Andre kept his eye trained on the arrow in the window. If it was ever fired, there’s no way Anthony would be prepared. Andre knew it would be up to him to stop it.
“Fine, then... On the count of three.” Bobby lowers the rim of his hat. “One... two...”
Time seems to slow as Andre sees the arrow shoot out of the window. Anthony doesn’t even see it coming. If Andre’s going to act, he has to act now.
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jun 4, 2018 15:45:58 GMT -5
Guess we don't have time to drink some of our whiskey... but if by some miracle we DO, then maybe try that before performing this next action. Now drop a safe on the arrow before it reaches the window whip your leather jacket and throw it so the arrow is snagged up by it before Anthony is hit. Try to keep the action subtle enough to stay out of sight if possible.
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 22, 2018 18:16:22 GMT -5
Andre knows that staying hidden is the highest priority, so he tries to be as subtle as possible. He quickly whips off his leather jacket and throws it out the window. It feels like his mind forms some sort of connection with the jacket as it soars on the breeze in the exact way he wants it to, snagging the arrow and pulling it to the ground with nothing but a quiet clatter.
However, the movement doesn’t escape Bobby’s vision. He turns toward the direction of the noise, likely confused as to why his plan failed. Anthony should have been shot by now, after all.
“Three!”
A single gunshot rings out, followed immediately by a pained cry from Bobby. He clutches his stomach with one hand, eyebrows knit in fury.
“You... You damned varmint!” Bobby shouts, ashen spit flying out along with his words. “You cheated!”
“Hmm? Did I?” Anthony replies, holstering his gun. “Sounds to me like you’re just a sore loser...”
“Y- You...” Bobby trails off, either from pain from his wound or from his efforts to not incriminate himself. He turns to his right and points at Andre’s jacket on the ground. “You had someone send that out the window to distract me, didn’t you?”
“I had absolutely nothing to do with that.” Anthony says.
Meanwhile, in the town hall, Andre was getting interrogated himself. “What was that?” Mrs. Alex shouts, “Not only did you almost blow our cover, but you interfered in their duel!”
“Well it’s not like I was the first one,” Andre replies, “I saw someone in a window fire an arrow at Anthony, and I’m almost certain it was Iris, that other cultist. Bobby was planning to cheat at the duel from the very beginning!”
“Well, color me surprised,” Shadi mumbles, his clenched fists ruining his calm demeanor.
“So you threw your jacket out there to knock down the arrow?” Mr. Alex asks, “That is certainly an unusual solution, but I suppose it was an effective one...”
“Still that cultist might try something again,” Mrs. Alex shouts, “We’ve gotta get out there and back up Anthony!”
“Wait, but that’ll blow our cover!” Andre says.
“Screw the cover!” Mrs. Alex shouts, reloading her gun. “That went out the window the moment they broke their own rules. Let’s give ‘em hell!”
Before anyone could respond, she kicked the door wide-open and charged onto the field. Andre and Mr. Alex shared nervous glances and then followed her out, guns raised, Shadi bringing up the rear.
“Huh?” Bobby says, looking up at the doorway. “What’s going on here?”
Gun aimed at Bobby, Andre points up to the window he saw the arrow fly from. “It came from up there!”
Mrs. Alex nods and rushes in that direction.
Anthony tries to look towards the rest of the group while still facing Bobby. “Uhh, excuse me... What exactly do you all think you’re doing?”
Shadi shrugs, “Frankly, I’m just playing along and hoping I win a few phone numbers at the end of this whole thing.”
Andre watches Mrs. Alex as she pulls a hand grenade out of her pocket, rips out the pin, and hurls it straight through the window. Everyone watches the building in anticipation, waiting to see what happens.
Suddenly, a figure leaps out of the window, performing a somersault in mid-air and landing on the ground, as if it was nothing more than a trick they had practiced. Within a split second, the grenade explodes, scattering the front of the building into shrapnels of wood and spilling them across the town square.
Mr. Alex takes off his glasses and squints at the damage to the house. Then he shakes his head and lets out a sigh, “Looks like I’ll be printing a few more coupons.”
Andre turns to the figure who leapt out of the building. Just as he expected, it was Iris, who now had her bow strapped to her back. She looks up at the crowd and shouts, “Another miraculous escape from Iris the Invincible!”
“Oh ho!” Anthony shouts, turning to Bobby. “What happened to being a ‘man of honor?’”
Bobby starts sweating, learning for himself what it feels like to get caught in a lie. He shoots Anthony a dark glare and then says, “How much honor did it take you to murder Simon?”
Anthony replies, “Probably as much honor as it took you to shoot all those townsfolk when you first came here.”
“You think I care about them?” Bobby snarls, “Th... They aren’t like us. They don’t even understand us. They wander around like headless chickens, never making anything of their lives... because they don’t hear the Fallen Ones.”
“If you keep spouting that nonsense,” Anthony snaps, “You won’t be hearing them ever again. Just like Simon.”
Bobby lets out an enraged scream and suddenly lunges across the square, almost faster than Andre can follow. He slams into Anthony and carries him straight through the door and into the town hall, out of sight. All Andre can hear from inside is the sound of glass being smashed.
Andre and the rest of the group run for the door, but they are suddenly blocked by two figures: Iris the Invincible and the Dark Destroyer, who must have been lurking somewhere while invisible.
“Going somewhere?” He asks.
Andre and Mrs. Alex stop, aiming their guns at the cultists, while Mr. Alex and Shadi creep in from the side.
“Get out of our way,” Mrs. Alex shouts, “We already beat you within an inch of your lives, and I’m sure you don’t want us to finish the job.”
“Oh, but ol’ Bob here has his job to do too!” Iris shouts cheerfully. “And it’s not fun for any of us when he’s disappointed!”
“So come on if you’re so confident, then!” The Dark Destroyer says, beckoning the others toward him. “Just see how it works out for ya’!”
Andre can still hear glass breaking and cries of pain from inside the museum. He’s not sure how much longer either of the men inside will last.
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (20/20) +15 DP -----------------------|------------------------Bobby Tumbleweed (14/30)
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4 ------------------------------------|------------------------Iris the INVINCIBLE (10/25)
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jun 23, 2018 15:46:44 GMT -5
Okay NOW swig the whiskey, throw the bottle at Iris's face as a distraction, and then sprint past them to help out Anthony.
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Post by Dimitri on Jun 26, 2018 14:01:22 GMT -5
You've proven yourself adept at throwing safes around, maybe it's time to see if you can do the same with people. Try tossing that Dark Destroyer loser up into the air and across town. If you do, it'll look pretty awesome. If not, no one has to know what you were trying.
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 27, 2018 13:35:22 GMT -5
First, Andre pulls out his Whiskey in the Jar-Oh and swigs it all down, shoving the now empty jar back in his pocket. Overwhelmed with a surge of speed and strength, he dashes straight at the Dark Destroyer. The cultist raises his fist, a long blade jutting out of it, and attempts to swing it at Andre. However, Andre ducks away from it, brushing the attack inside, and then grabs the Dark Destroyer by the waist. Mustering all of his strength, he hoists the Dark Destroyer, suit and all, and throws him into the sky. The Dark Destroyer screams in horror and rage as he arcs across Thomasville and disappears behind one of the buildings with a dull boom. Andre can’t be certain how much damage the attack did, but it was probably a pretty good amount.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Alex charges toward Iris while she’s distracted by Dark Destroyer’s graceful flight. The magician barely has time to react before Mrs. Alex punches her in the gut and throws her to the side, though not as far as Andre had just thrown the Dark Destroyer. Iris cries out in pain as she hits the ground, taking 5 damage, a cloud of dust billowing around her. Shadi points his gun at the dust, but once it clears, the only thing there is Iris’s silk hat, resting upside-down on the ground.
Iris’s voice projects from seemingly all around them. “Well, looks like the crowd’s getting a little rowdy, so that’s all for today’s performance! Perhaps our destinies will cross again someday! Farewell!”
Iris’s arm sticks out of the hat, and she waves at Andre and the others as the hat take flights and soars into the sky. It isn’t long before it’s disappeared into the horizon.
“Dammit!” Shadi shouts, shooting a few bullets into the sky, which obviously doesn’t help much.
“Now, now... Let’s not let our emotions get the better of us.” Mr. Alex says, “At the very least, she’s out of the town now and can’t do us any more harm. For now, let’s focus on helping Anthony.”
“Uhh... Yeah!” Andre says, his words slurring together somewhat. “Let’s go, kids!” He turns and charges back to the town hall. The rest of the group exchanges concerned glances and follows him in.
The museum is a mess. Many display cases have been tipped over, shattered glass and ancient photographs scattered across the floor. Anthony and Bobby were in the center of the room. Bobby was punching Anthony all across his face and body as the other man struggled to even get a single blow in. Mary’s smiling picture loomed over the madness, providing an unnerving juxtaposition.
Your group aims your guns at Bobby, but he is much faster. He pulls out his six-shooter and fires a shot at you. The resulting explosion tosses you against the left wall, dealing 7 damage.
Andre slowly returns to his senses and checks out the window. The Alexes are slowly helping each other up outside... but Shadi is nowhere to be seen. Looking back at the rest of the museum, it’s easy to spot him. He’s crouched behind one of the fallen display cases, aiming his gun at Bobby.
Bobby seems unconcerned. He aims his six-shooter back at Anthony and shouts, “Yeah, go ahead and shoot me! I’ll still get what I came here for!”
Anthony glares at Bobby from the floor and shouts, “Believe me, this isn’t gonna be worth it.”
“Oh, really?” Bobby shoves the gun against Anthony’s head. “That’s real enlightenin’ coming from the murderer himself!”
“Don’t even think about it!” Shadi shouts.
Bobby lets out a dry, mocking laugh. Blind with rage, his finger twitches on the trigger.
“Wait!” Andre shouts, reaching out desperately to the two men. “I- It wasn’t him!”
This catches Bobby’s attention. He looks at Andre, the rage in his eyes replaced with chilly skepticism. “...What?”
“He’s, uhh... innocent!” Andre continues, “He didn’t kill Simon!”
Bobby’s gun doesn’t move yet. He glares at Andre and says, “You’d best think carefully about what yer about to say... pardner...”
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (13/20) +15 DP -----------------------|------------------------Bobby Tumbleweed (14/30)
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4 ------------------------------------|
Anthony Wright (10/30) ----------------------------------|
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Post by Dimitri on Jun 27, 2018 13:43:34 GMT -5
Proudly admit that you were the one who took Simon down, and then drop a safe on his head.
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jun 27, 2018 13:50:05 GMT -5
Say Simon killed himself after realizing how the cultists kept killing innocents, and couldn't keep living such a life of senseless destruction. We only used the claim that Anthony killed him to try and lure Bobby out.
If this Expertly-Crafted Lie™ stuns Bobby long enough, someone should shoot his gun hand so we can capture him without fear of turning into swiss cheese.
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Post by Planetbox on Jul 31, 2018 18:47:38 GMT -5
Andre briefly considers trying to lie about the true nature of Simon’s death, but, recalling how things had went the last time someone had tried to do that, quickly changes his mind. After all, Bobby had already gone totally ballistic, so Andre didn’t need to give him more to be angry about it. Not to mention that, having drunk that whiskey, Andre probably couldn’t even lie his way out of an awkward family reunion.
So after some deliberation, Andre finally says, “I did it... I killed Simon.”
For a few moments, Bobby’s expression doesn’t change. He seems to be staring intently at Andre, looking for any indication that the other man was lying.
However, it doesn't look as if he noticed anything. Bobby’s gun falls from Anthony’s face, and his voice drops just as deep.
“I betcha think you’re real brave, huh?”
“What?” Andre says.
“Betcha feel like a hero, jumpin’ in at the last minute to save a wrongfully accused old man... but you’re just a coward, y’know that?”
Bobby slowly stands up, his revolver hanging by his side, and lurches toward Andre. The other man shuffles backwards, throwing open the door in an attempt to escape.
“You hid yourself away and let someone else take the blame for what you’d done...” Bobby says, “Because you were too cowardly to face me. Isn’t that right?”
“Hey,” Anthony shouts, slowly getting up himself. “It was my idea, not his!”
“Quite frankly, that don’t make a difference to me,” Bobby says as Andre begins to back out the door. “Just look at him now. Backin’ out cause he can’t bare to face the consequences of his actions.”
He charges toward Andre like a bolt of lightning. “You’re nothing but a spineless coward!”
Bobby slams into Andre, shoving into him as he leaps off the town hall’s font steps. Andre lands painfully on his back in the square, Bobby right on top of him. Bobby pulls out his revolver and then shoots it behind him. The bullet explodes just above the door, dropping heaps of rubble in front of the entrance. Andre can hear Anthony shouting from the other side.
“There, that’s settled,” Bobby mumbles, “Now, time to finish the job.”
Bobby raises his fist, aiming it at Andre’s head.
What will you do now?
Andre Montellado (10/20) +15 DP -----------------------|------------------------Bobby Tumbleweed (14/30)
Bullets: 2 / Money: $4 ------------------------------------|
Anthony Wright (10/30) ----------------------------------|
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jul 31, 2018 19:05:02 GMT -5
Blow a big bubble from bubble gum you definitely were chewing this entire time and use to to stop Tumblebrain's fist. Get him off of you while he's distracted, hopefully.
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Post by Asphoxia on Aug 5, 2018 20:22:21 GMT -5
Dodge so epicly that he's in awe and forgets his anger
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Post by Planetbox on Sept 9, 2018 14:43:57 GMT -5
Andre’s first instinct tells him to create a shield to block Bobby’s punch. But since he can’t move his arms thanks to Bobby’s weight, he settles for an unorthodox solution, as usual. He spontaneously blows a bubble of bubble gum which blocks Bobby’s fist, before it explodes with a loud bang. The force knocks Bobby back slightly, and Andre seizes his chance to shove the cultist off of him.
After the brief exchange, the two stand up and stare each other down. Bobby slides two fingers across the brim of his hat and says, “Well now... We coulda gotten this over quick, you know. But I guess you’re wantin’ a barroom brawl.”
“All I want...” Andre says, out of breath. “Is to protect this town. And I’ll do whatever it takes to do that...”
“Whatever it takes, huh?” Bobby asks, “Well, ya sure showed Simon where those values lay, huh?”
Andre tries to respond but finds himself only able to look down in shame.
Bobby charges forward, fist raised. “Allow me to return the favor!”
Bobby aims a punch at Andre’s head, but Andre sees it coming. He deftly skips to the side and retaliates with a punch of his own. It hits Bobby in the neck, but the other man is built a lot stronger than Andre. Far from aweing him, it merely enrages him.
Bobby aims another punch at Andre, but he leaps out of the way once more. Unfortunately, Bobby expected it this time and delivers a sweeping kick just as Andre lands, throwing Andre’s feet out from under him. Before Andre can even respond, Bobby rushes over and hits Andre with an uppercut, launching him straight into the air. He slams painfully onto the dusty ground just as he hears the sound of a gun firing.
The sound instantly fills Andre with dread, as he easily guesses what that sound probably meant. He clambers to his feet and tries to run, but doesn’t get far before Bobby’s bullet explodes behind him. The shockwave throws him into the air once again until he lands head-first onto the ground.
A high-pitched ringing assaults his head. Andre tries to bring his arm around to ease the pain, but it doesn’t move. It’s no surprise, really. He had landed on it badly even before Andre fired the revolver at him.
Slowly, Andre opens his eyes and his vision refocuses. The first thing he notices is a dark red stain on the ground in front of him, soaking into the sand. Andre barely even processes it; he just tries to use his one responsive arm to pick himself off the ground, despite the pain. However, as it turns out, he doesn’t have to bother, because Bobby grabs him by the throat and lifts him off his feet for him.
“How ya’ feel now, huh?” Bobby asks, “Still feelin’ self-righteous now that you’re on the receivin’ end?”
Even if Andre’s windpipe wasn’t dangerously close to getting crushed, he probably still couldn’t have responded. He didn’t have any kind of answer or justification, not anymore. Now all Andre could do was gasp desperately for air, trying to break Bobby’s grip with the one arm that wasn’t hanging limply at his side.
“Don’t got nothin’ to say, eh? I ain’t surprised,” Bobby tightens his grip on Andre’s throat, a manic look in his eyes. “Scum like you make me sick. Way I see it, if you’re gonna hiss and bite like a rattlesnake, ya’ better be prepared to die like one.”
Bobby pulls out his revolver and shoves it again Andre’s face. “With your body left to rot in a ditch.”
A gunshot rings out, and Andre falls to the ground with a thud.
But as it turns out, he isn’t dead.
He gasps for air, taking in lungfuls of oxygen with the vigor of a starving man at a buffet table. Rubbing his injured neck, he ponders why his head is still attached.
A distant voice calls out. “Thanks for giving that speech, ‘pardner.’ It worked wonders for my aim.”
Andre strains to look toward the sound of the voice. It was coming from the roof of the town hall. A figure was standing up there, but Andre’s vision was too blurry to make him out. He squinted, trying to focus...
Slowly, the image cleared up. It was Shadi. He was standing on the roof, holding a gun in his hand.
“Y-You...interfered...”
Andre turns to the sound of Bobby’s voice. He lay on his side just a few inches away, clutching a bleeding wound in his chest. His gun rested on the ground near Andre’s feet.
“Did I?” Shadi asks, his gun shifting toward Bobby’s position. “Don’t recall this bein’ a formal duel. More like some deranged lunatic beating the hell out of an innocent man for an ego boost.”
“I-Innocent?” Bobby raises a fist into the air, trembling from exhaustion. “He k-killed...Simon...”
“Sure he did. Out here in these wastelands, it’s kill or be killed. We don’t got a choice.” Shadi replies, “Y’see, Simon already knew that...and he went and taught Andre that. The hard way.”
“H...Have you no shame?” Bobby asks, “Damn you... you snakeblooded...varmint...”
“Yeah, you’re right on the mark. I’m a complete scoundrel. I’ve done a lot of horrible things. Killed a few members of your ridiculous club. Dunno how I sleep at night.” Shadi says, “Anyway, how ‘bout we just get this over with?”
Bobby lets out some sort of angry noise, somewhat akin to a snarl. “You’ll regret this. There’s more of us... They’ll make you all pay in ways you and I can barely imagine...and then...you’ll wish the Hawk had snuffed you out.”
“Lookin’ forward to it. Arak fi aljahim.” Shadi pulls the trigger.
“N-No...” Andre’s voice came out raspy. Despite everything, he reached desperately toward Bobby, hoping to somehow save him. But it was a fruitless endeavor... He was already losing consciousness.
The last thing Andre sees before blacking out is the bullet slamming into Bobby’s forehead.
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Disjointed visions assaulted Andre, underlaid by an uncomfortable tension. Were they memories? Or perhaps premonitions?
The strange woman from Andre’s dreams appeared before him, reaching out desperately. “Andre... Andre! Listen to me!”
Suddenly, she was gone. Andre saw Simon and Bobby standing before him. They leaned back and smiled, peals of mad laughter erupting from their mouths. Their eyes were wide and bloodshot, tears streaming down their faces.
Before Andre could even register what he was seeing the woman had returned. “Andre, you have to save them! Do something!”
And she was gone again, adrift in the void. Andre felt the breeze on his skin as he stood in a familiar campsite. But something about the situation felt wrong.
Gunshots rang out. Andre looked around and saw other people dressed in purple collapsing. A man in front of Andre vanished into thin air. Soon, total pandemonium had broken out. Andre desperately ran towards the source of the chaos, only for his view to be consumed by a fiery explosion.
“Andre. I need you to focus! Please! He’s going to kill them!
Andre briefly sees an image of Bradley. Despite the gunshot wound in his chest, he’s smiling. But there’s a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Whatever you do, don’t wake up yet! Don’t wake up!”
Andre wasn’t sure what he was supposed to focus on, but he still tried to follow the woman's words. The visions before him were already starting to fade, but he tried as hard as he could to keep them within sight. Soon, it felt like his consciousness was propelled like a slingshot, launching him into a new, vivid scene...
He was watching through a body that was not his own, standing inside an old house. He had a feeling he had been there before.
A voice called out as the view traveled around the room. “I know you're in here, kiddies, so just come on out! We’re gonna have a lot of fun together!”
Andre’s view turned towards the floor, where a woman was lying. Her eyes were closed, and she was grasping a bloody wound in her abdomen. She was Mary Wright, the mayor.
“I’m a busy man, y’know,” the voice continued, “If you don’t get down here soon, Mommy’s gonna get hurt!”
Whoever Andre was watching from walked across the floor until he reached the picture of Mary’s husband hanging on the wall. A hand wearing a black gauntlet took the picture off the wall and held it in front of him.
“You wanna play hide-and-seek then, huh? Fine with me.”
The hand threw the framed picture on the ground, shattering the glass cover into several pieces.
“Ready or not, here I come...”
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“Andre... Andre!”
Andre wakes with a start, the sunlight temporarily blinding him. He holds an arm over his eyes and looks at the people leaning over him. They were Anthony, Mrs. Alex... and Brad.
“OH HO! You’re alright!” Brad shouts, “What a RELIEF. You took quite a BEATING!”
“Huh? ...What happened?” Andre asks, his voice coming out wheezy. “How long was I out?”
“About five or ten minutes, I’d say,” Anthony replies. He looks just as confident as ever, despite the beating he took. “You probably already know this, but Bobby’s dead. In fact, we already looted him. Here’s you share.”
Anthony holds out a ten dollar bill. By the time he registered what it was, Anthony had shoved it into his pocket. Andre deems it not worth protesting at the moment.
Andre tries to sit up, but pain shoots through his chest. Anthony holds him down. “Whoa, be careful. You’d best just rest for now. I think you’ve got a few fractures.”
Andre falls back against the ground and takes a few deep breaths. Eventually, he asks, “Where...is everyone else?”
“They’re all fine.” Mrs. Alex replies, “My husband’s back at the hospital, and Shadi’s trying to round up a party to track down that Dark Destroyer dude. We’re on the home stretch now.”
“Th-The Dark Destroyer...” Andre jolts at the woman’s words, his errant dreams rushing back to the forefront of his memory. “Oh no... No no no...”
“Hmm? Something the matter, son?” Anthony asks uncertainly.
“I-I know where he is!” Andre shouts, “Anthony, you’ve gotta hurry! He’s in your house, a-and I think he’s after your grandkids!”
A dark look passed over the old man’s face. “What?”
“I saw it while I was asleep,” Andre explains, “It must have been some kind of vision. M-Mary’s hurt too! We have to get over there now!”
Brad and Mrs. Alex share nervous glances and then look towards Anthony. He stared at Andre skeptically for a few moments, but it doesn’t take him long to come to a decision.
Anthony stands up and takes his gun from his back. “Alright, let’s move out. Alex, you’re coming with me. Brad, you stay here and make sure Andre gets to the infirmary.”
“W-Wait--” Andre mumbles.
“No buts!” Anthony snaps, “You’re too injured, Andre. We can handle this on our own. Now, let's move out.”
“Right.” Mrs. Alex says.
Anthony turns and charges out of the square before Andre can change his mind. Mrs. Alex grabs her gun and follows. Brad turns and watches them go thoughtfully.
“B...Brad...”
Brad looks Andre in the eyes. Even without words, the two share a mutual understanding.
“I gotcha.” Brad says, surprisingly calmly. “Let’s go.”
Brad carefully lifts Andre up, making sure to support his injured arm, and slowly carries him off to Anthony’s house.
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The first thing they hear upon reaching the house are shouts of pain and rage. Gunshots ring out clear as day, and the sound of a spinning sawblade grinds through the street.
“Honestly, I’m still not sure how you two found me so fast,” the Dark Destroyer shouts, “But no matter! I’m a persistent kinda guy. I’m not against stacking up a few extra corpses if it means getting what I want.”
Brad dashes over to the window and peeks inside. Andre strains his neck, trying to focus his vision on the scene unfolding before him.
The Dark Destroyer was standing at the top of the staircase, his armor covered in scrapes and scratches. A sawblade was spinning on his arm, which he carefully used to block incoming bullets. Meanwhile, in the dining room, the dinner table had been pushed on its side to serve as cover. Anthony and Mrs. Alex crouched behind it, with Mary lying next to them. She was injured, but seemingly alive.
“And what exactly do you want?” Anthony shouts, “The magician girl jumped ship, and Bobby bit the dust. All you’re doing now is digging your own grave.”
“Body is dead? Well, good riddance, I say.” The Dark Destroyer says cheerfully. “Personally, I didn’t even care about his silly revenge mission.”
“Then what the hell are you still doing here?” Alex asks, sending three bullets his way before he even had a chance to answer.
“I’m afraid that’s classified!” The Dark Destroyer casually replies as he flips over a railing to dodge the incoming fire. “Let’s just say the boss sent me on a ‘special mission.’”
“Sounds like a load o’ crap to me.” Alex replies, “How about you just make this easier on us and take off that helmet o’ yours?”
“Sorry, no can do, miss.” The Dark Destroyer says, “That ruins the whole ensemble. The rest of the suit just doesn’t go with my eyes.” The Dark Destroyer suddenly hurls his sawblade at the table. Anthony barely ducks out of the way as it embeds itself into the wood right by his head.
“Ah, screw this,” Alex says, pulling out a hand grenade. “Let’s see how useful that suit is when it’s blown to pieces.”
“Ah-ah-ah!” The Dark Destroyer pulls out a small black ball, which glows faintly with blue light. “I got grenades of my own, you know! And it’d be a shame if my arm sailed behind that dinner table with this in tow!”
“I bet you're bluffing. That thing’s probably just a new-age perfume bottle.”
Alex raises the grenade, but Anthony grabs her arm. “No, we can’t risk it. Not with my grandchildren in there...”
“Sweet, thanks for the save, pal!” The Dark Destroyer adds, “And for remindin’ me about those children! In fact, I think I’ll go look for them now! Not like your bullets will be much of a danger to me.”
The Dark Destroyer turns and walks across the balcony. Anthony and Alex immediately open fire, but the bullets continue to bounce off harmlessly. The Dark Destroyer reaches for the nearest doorknob.
“ANDRE,” Brad whispers, “If you’re gonna DO something, you’d better do it NOW!”
Andre focuses on the Dark Destroyer with all his energy and slowly raises his hand.
What will Andre do now?
Andre Montellado (4/20) +15 DP -----------------------|------------------------The Dark Destroyer (5/30)
Bullets: 2 / Money: $14 ------------------------------------|
Anthony Wright (10/30) ----------------------------------|
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Sept 10, 2018 10:37:23 GMT -5
Drop a safe on--
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No, I have a better idea.
Replace the "grenade" with a very angry mongoose, let's see how Dankboy likes that!
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Post by Asphoxia on Sept 21, 2018 21:45:05 GMT -5
Cause the Dark Destroyer to implode. Unless he's a recurring villain, then trap him in a bottle.
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Feed me lemons or feed me life!
